Barach.
The last time you brought me in, it was not I who wandered away, but you that got put out because you took the crubeen out of the pot, when you thought nobody was looking. Keep quiet now, keep quiet till I shut the door. Here is Cuchullain, now you will be beaten. I am going to tell him everything.
Cuchullain.
[Comes in and says to the fool.] Give me that horn.
[The fool gives him a horn which Cuchullain fills with ale and drinks.
Fintain.
Do not listen to him, listen to me.
Cuchullain.
What are you wrangling over?
Barach.