Cuchullain.
Outside the door?
Fintain.
He is under Baile’s yew-tree.
Cuchullain.
Concobar, Concobar, the sword into your heart.
[He goes out. A pause. The fool goes to the great door at back and looks out after him.
Barach.
He is going up to King Concobar; they are all under the tree. No, no, he is standing still. There is a great wave going to break and he is looking at it. Ah!
now he is running down to the sea, but he is holding up his sword as if he were going into a fight. [A pause.] Well struck, well struck!