CONCOBAR.
(In a loud voice.) No more of that, I will not have this friendship.
Cuchullain is my man and I forbid it;
He shall not go unfought for I myself—
CUCHULLAIN.
(Seizing Concobar.) You shall not stir, High King, I’ll hold you there.
CONCOBAR.
Witchcraft has maddened you.
THE KINGS.