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 Of his long 'stablished ground. Here's Concobar;

So I'll be done, but keep beside me still,

For while he talks of hammered bronze and asks

What wood is best for building, we can talk

Of a fierce woman.

(Concobar, a man much older than Cuchullain, has

come in through the great door at the back. He has

many kings about him. One of these kings, Daire,

a stout old man, is somewhat drunk.)

CONCOBAR. (to one of those about him) Has the ship gone yet?

We have need of more bronze workers and that ship

I sent to Africa for gold is late.

CUCHULLAIN. I knew their talk.

CONCOBAR. (seeing Cuchullain) You are before us King.

CUCHULLAIN. So much the better, for I welcome you

Into my Muirthemne.

CONCOBAR. But who are these?

The odour from their garments when they stir

Is like a wind out of an apple garden.

CUCHULLAIN. My swordsmen and harp players and fine dancers,

My bosom friends. 38