CUCHULAIN.
I have not said it.
CONCHUBAR.
Ah! I remember I have heard you boast,
When the ale was in your blood, that there was one
In Scotland, where you had learnt the trade of war,
That had a stone-pale cheek and red-brown hair.
And that although you had loved other women,
You’d sooner that fierce woman of the camp
Bore you a son than any queen among them.