AIBRIC.
[Taking FORGAEL’S hand.]
I’ll do it for his sake.
DECTORA.
No. Take this sword
And cut the rope, for I go on with Forgael.
AIBRIC.
[Half-falling into the keen.]
The yew bough has been broken into two,
And all the birds are scattered—O! O! O!
Farewell! farewell!