And that is why
You harped upon an old man’s jealousy.
A trifle sets you quaking. Conchubar’s fame
Brings merchandise on every wind that blows.
They may have brought him Libyan dragon-skin,
Or the ivory of the fierce unicorn.
FIRST MUSICIAN.
If these be merchants, I have seen the goods
They have brought to Conchubar, and understood
His murderous purpose.