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 No, no, but give it me. [He takes Helmet] The Helmet's mine or Laegaire's—you're the youngest of us three.

I did not take it to keep it—the Red Man gave it for one, But I shall give it to all—to all of us three or to none; That is as you look upon it—we will pass it to and fro, And time and time about, drink out of it and so