Go out or I will make you.
Young Man
[Forcing up Laegaire’s arm, passing him and putting his shield on the wall over the chair]
Not till I have drunk my fill.
But may some dog defend me for a cat of wonder’s up.
Laegaire and Conall are here, the flagon full to the top,
And the cups—
Laegaire
It is Cuchulain.