What’s wisdom to the hawk, when that clear eye
Is burning nearer up in the high air?
[Looks hard at YOUNG MAN; then comes down steps and grasps YOUNG MAN by shoulder.
Hither into the light.
[To CONCHUBAR.]
The very tint
Of her that I was speaking of but now.
Not a pin’s difference.
[To YOUNG MAN.]
You are from the North