You’ve set our wives to the game that they may egg us on;
We are to kill each other that you may sport with us.
Ah, now, they’ve begun to wrestle as to who’ll be first at the house.
[The Women come to the door struggling]
Emer
No, I have the right of place for I married the better man.
Conall’s Wife
[Pulling Emer back]
My nails in your neck and shoulder.