I had my way, and all’s forgiven now;

And you shall speak the welcome and the joy

That I lack tongue for.

FIRST MUSICIAN.

Yet old men are jealous.

FERGUS [going to door].

I am Conchubar’s near friend, and that weighed somewhat,

And it was policy to pardon them.

The need of some young, famous, popular man

To lead the troops, the murmur of the crowd,