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THE GREEN HELMET
Wail, but keep from the road.
[He kneels before Red Man. There is a pause]
Quick to your work, old Radish, you will fade when the cocks have crowed.[A black cat-headed Man holds out the Helmet. The Red Man takes it]
Red Man
And with my spitting cat-heads, my frenzied moon-bred band,
Age after age I sift it, and choose for its championship
The man who hits my fancy.
[He places the Helmet on Cuchulain's head]