You are mocking me;
You think I am not worthy to be fought.
But I’ll not wrangle but with this talkative knife.
CUCHULAIN.
Put up your sword; I am not mocking you.
I’d have you for my friend, but if it’s not
Because you have a hot heart and a cold eye,
I cannot tell the reason.
[To CONCHUBAR.] He has got her fierceness,
And nobody is as fierce as those pale women.