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 And that you'll be my friend now.

FIRST OLD KING. Concobar

Forbid their friendship for it will get twisted

To a reproach against us.

CONCOBAR. Until now

I'd never need to cry Cuchullain on

And would not now.

FIRST OLD KING. They'll say his manhood's quenched.

CUCHULLAIN. I'll give you gifts, but I'll have something too

An arm-ring or the like, and if you will

We'll fight it out when you are older, boy.

AN OLD KING. Aoife will make some story out of this.

CUCHULLAIN. Well, well what matter, I'll have that arm-ring, boy.

YOUNG MAN. There is no man I'd sooner have my friend

Than you whose name has gone about the world

As if it had been the wind, but Aoife'd say

I had turned coward.

CUCHULLAIN. I'll give you gifts

That Aoife'll know and all her people know 49