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 You have robbed us both, Cuchulain.

The greatest wrong there is On the wide ridge of the world has been done to us two this day.

Who is for Cuchulain?

Silence!

Who is for Cuchulain, I say? [''She sings the same words as before, flourishing here dagger about. While she is singing, and''