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 Hither into the light. (Turning to one of the young kings)

That's the very tint

Of her that I was speaking of but now:

Not a pin's difference. (To the young man)

You are from the North

Where there are many that have that tint of hair

Red brown, the light red brown. Come nearer, boy!

For I would have another look at you.

There's more likeness, a pale, a stone pale cheek.

What brought you boy? Have you no fear of death?

YOUNG MAN. Whether I live or die is in the Gods' hands.

CUCHULLAIN. That is all words, all words, a young man's talk;

I am their plough, their harrow, their very strength,

For he that's in the sun begot this body

Upon a mortal woman, and I have heard tell

It seemed as if he had outrun the moon,

That he must always follow through waste heaven,

He loved so happily. He'll be but slow

To break a tree that was so sweetly planted.

Let's see that arm; I'll see it if I like.

That arm had a good father and a good mother

But it is not like this.

YOUNG MAN. You are mocking me. 47