Capitolo 63
You lift on the litter, so that, against the light,
The yellow drone and bracken of the sea,
Kept above in crests of green water, show
Likes musk in agates. And there is no place
In all the coast for wreck as this bay;
There often desire my grannam both, a lot
On his/her shoulders, turning on the crust
Of sun-dried weed to find the heat in his/her winter.
_Sylvan_.
Is it that her that it comes?
_Katrina_.
Or has Sylvan, seen us?
_Sylvan_.
What matter if she has?
_Katrina_.
But he would care!
_Sylvan_.
Katrina, come now with me! We will go together
Back in my house.
_Katrina_.
No, no, not now! I owe
Hands the load of my grannam for her: 'bad of tis.
_Sylvan_.
We don't have to divide again.
_Katrina_.
No, not for from a lot;
For if we do, there will be again storm,
I know; and a fierce reluctance--Or, an angry
Tormenting thing!--it will shake me.
_Sylvan_.
Then now comes!
_Katrina_.
Not now, not now! You look as my poor grannam
It stirs to work under the weight; she is old for loads.
I have to bring his/her sack for her.
_Sylvan_.
Well, to-night!
_Katrina_.
To-night?--Or Sylvan! do you challenge me?
_Sylvan_.
Yes, you challenge!
You will know that I am out in the obscurity,
And you will come down here and me you will give
Entirely and forever.
_Katrina_.
Or not to-night!
_Sylvan_.
I will be here, Katrina, waiting for him/it.
[The goes_ of _He.
_The which the old woman enters oppressed with his/her sack_.
_Grandmother_.
Katrina that was a youth with you.
_Katrina_.
Grannam of Or, you have had to-day of fortune; but now
It is me I have to be the laborer.
_Grandmother (abdicating the sack)_.
Ay, you pick him/it up.
It is aching on my back. You should have care
Of these young individuals; there is a devil them.
You never talk to a man on the beach
Or on hill-tops or in woods and similar places,
Especially if he is one year old you think about marrying himself/herself/themselves.
_Katrina_.
Getting married himself/herself/itself? I will never get married me!
_Grandmother_.