Re-mortar their inheritance, as we have,
And put more muscle on.—I’ll give you gifts,
But I’d have something too—that arm-ring, boy.
We’ll have this quarrel out when you are older.
YOUNG MAN.
There is no man I’d sooner have my friend
Than you, whose name has gone about the world
As if it had been the wind; but Aoife’d say
I had turned coward.
CUCHULAIN.