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But may some dog defend me for a cat of wonder's up.
Laegaire and Conall are here, the flagon full to the top,
And the cups—

Laegaire

It is Cuchulain.

Cuchulain

The cups are dry as a bone.

[He sits on chair and drinks]

Conall

Go into Scotland again, or where you will, but begone

From this unlucky country that was made when the devil spat.