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So I will give him my head.

[Emer begins to keen]

Little wife, little wife, be at rest.

Alive I have been far off in all lands under sun.
And been no faithful man; but when my story is done
My fame shall spring up and laugh, and set you high above all.

Emer

[Putting her arms about him]

It is you, not your fame, that I love.

Cuchulain

[Tries to put her from him]

You are young, you are wise, you can call
Some kinder and comelier man that will sit at home in the house.