FOOL.
He left me nothing but the bones and feathers. Nothing but the feathers, though I had stolen it.
CUCHULAIN.
Give me that horn! Quarrels here, too! [Drinks.] What is there between you two that is worth a quarrel? Out with it!
BLIND MAN.
Where would he be but for me? I must be always thinking—thinking to get food for the two of us, and when we’ve got it, if the moon is at the full or the tide on the turn, he’ll leave the rabbit in the snare till it is full of maggots, or let the trout slip back through his hands into the stream.
[The FOOL has begun singing while the BLIND MAN is speaking.
FOOL [singing].
When you were an acorn on the tree-top,
Then was I an eagle cock;