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 Or be able to keep them from it, or know what set them to fight. [A noise of horns without] There, do you hear them now? such hatred has each for each They have taken the hunting horns to drown one other's speech For fear the truth may prevail.—Here's your good health and long life, And, though she be quarrelsome, good health to Emer, your wife. [The Charioteers, Stable Boys and Kitchen Boys ''come running in. They carry great horns, ladles and the like''] I am Laeg, Cuchulain's driver, and my master's cock of the yard.