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 you will be beaten. I am going to tell him everything.

CUCHULLAIN. (comes in and says to the fool) Give me that horn. (The fool gives him a horn which Cuchullain fills with ale and drinks.)

FINTAIN. Do not listen to him, listen to me.

CUCHULLAIN. What are you wrangling over?

BARACH. He is fat and good for nothing. He has left me the bones and the feathers.

CUCHULLAIN. What feathers?

BARACH. I left him turning a fowl at the fire. He ate it all. He left me nothing but the bones and feathers.

FINTAIN. Do not believe him. You do not know how vain this fool is. I gave him the feathers, because I thought he would like nothing so well.

(Barach is sitting on a bench playing with a heap of feathers which he has taken out of the breast of his coat.)

BARACH. (singing) When you were an acorn on the tree top— 57