By jealousy and desire.
I am moon to that sun,
I am steel to that fire,
[The windows are now broken down to floor. Cuchulain takes his spear from the door, and the three Women come in at the same moment]
Emer
Cuchulain, put off this sloth and awake:
I will sing till I’ve stiffened your lip against every knave that would take
A share of your honour.
Laegaire’s Wife