Deirdre of the Sorrows
[She turns away, and Deirdre stands up stiff with excitement and goes and looks out of the window.
DEIRDRE. Are the stepping-stones flooding, Lavarcham? Will the night be stormy in the hills?
LAVARCHAM -- looking at her curiously. The stepping-stones are flooding, surely, and the night will be the worst, I'm thinking, we've seen these years gone by.
DEIRDRE -- tearing open the press and pulling out clothes and tapestries. -- Lay these mats and hangings by the windows, and at the tables for our feet, and take out the skillets of silver, and the golden cups we have, and our two flasks of wine.
LAVARCHAM. What ails you?
DEIRDRE -- gathering up a dress. -- Lay them out