Teacher. Oh, my shame you are! Look now; go in the place Fearall is, and he will go in your place. Now, Fearall.
Fearall.
It is true that Tuesday is kept
By Michael in his full strength.
Teacher. That's it. Now, Conall, say who has Monday.
Conall. I can't.
Teacher. Say the two lines before that and I will be satisfied. Who has Monday?
Conall (crying). I don't know.
Teacher. Oh, aren't you the little amadan! I will never put anything at all in your head. I will not let you go out till you know that poem. Now, boys, run out with you; and we will leave Conall Amadan here. (The Teacher and all the other scholars go out.)
The Old Man. Don't be crying, avourneen; I will teach the poem to you; I know it myself.
Conall. Aurah, Cormacin, I cannot learn it. I am not clever or quick like the other boys. I can't put anything in my head (bursts into crying again). I have no memory for anything.