And all the lovelier because a bubble.
Begin, begin, of some old king and queen,
Of Lugaidh Redstripe or another; no, not him,
He and his lady perished wretchedly.
FIRST MUSICIAN [singing].
‘Why is it,’ Queen Edain said,
‘If I do but climb the stair. . . .’
FERGUS.
Ah! that is better. . . . They are alighted now.
Shake all your cockscombs, children; these are lovers.