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76 Except find out the King and kneel to him, And beg our ancient right.
 * For here are some

To say whatever we could say and more, And fare as badly. Come, boy, that is no use.

[Raises. If it seem well that we beseech the King, Lay down your harps and trumpets on the stones In silence, and come with me silently. Come with slow footfalls, and bow all your heads, For a bowed head becomes a mourner best.

[They lay harps and trumpets down one by one, and then go out very solemnly and slowly, following one another. Enter, and, an old servant. The, who has been heard, before he came upon the stage, muttering 'Chief Poet,’ ‘Ireland,’ etc., crosses in front of to the other side of the steps. takes food out of basket. The are watching the basket. The has an Ogham stick in his hand.

[as he crosses]. ‘Chief Poet,’ ‘Ireland,’ ‘Townsman,’ ‘Grazing land.’ Those are the words I have to keep in mind— ‘Chief Poet,’ ‘Ireland,’ ‘ Townsman,’ 'Grazing land.’