Poems. William Butler YeatsЧитать онлайн книгу.

      God bless you, sir. (She screams.) Oh, sir, a pain went through me!

      That name is like a fire to all damned souls.

      How she screamed out!

      And maybe we shall scream so.

      I tell you there is no such place as hell.

      Can such a trifle turn you from your profit?

      Come, deal; come, deal.

      Master, I am afraid.

      I bought your soul, and there's no sense in fear

      Now the soul's gone.

      Give me my soul again.

      And take this money too, and give me mine.

      Bear bastards, drink or follow some wild fancy;

      For sighs and cries are the soul's work,

      And you have none.

      Come, let's away.

      Yes, yes.

      Come quickly; if that woman had not screamed

      I would have lost my soul.

      Come, come away.

      And so you trade once more?