We’ll fight it out when you are older, boy.
An Old King.
Aoife will make some story out of this.
Cuchullain.
Well, well, what matter, I’ll have that arm-ring, boy.
Young Man.
There is no man I’d sooner have my friend
Than you whose name has gone about the world
As if it had been the wind, but Aoife’d say
I had turned coward.