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Emer

Live and be faithless still.

Cuchulain

[Throwing her from him]

Would you stay the great barnacle-goose

When its eyes are turned to the sea and its beak to the salt of the air?

Emer

[Lifting her dagger to stab herself]

I, too, on the grey wing's path.

Cuchulain

[Seizing dagger]

Do you dare, do you dare, do you dare?

Bear children and sweep the house.

[Forcing his way through the Servants who gather round]