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 FINTAIN. What is his name, fool?

BARACH. It's a woman from among the Riders of the Sidhe. It's Boann herself from the river. She has left the Dagda's bed, and gone through the salt of the sea & up here to the strand of Baile, and all for love of me. Let her keep her husband's bed, for she'll have none of me. Nobody knows how lecherous these goddesses are. I see her in every kind of shape but oftener than not she's in the wind and cries 'give a kiss and put your arms about me.' But no she'll have no more of me. Yesterday when I put out my lips to kiss her, there was nothing there but the wind. She's bad, Fintain. O, she's bad. I had better shut the big door too. (he is going towards the big door but turns hearing Fintain's voice.)

FINTAIN. (who has been feeling about with his stick) What's this and this?

BARACH. They are chairs.

FINTAIN. And this?

BARACH,. [sic] Why, that's a bench. 27