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Cuchulain

If I lived here a hundred years, could a worse thing come than that

Laegaire and Conall should know me and bid me begone to my face!

Conall

We bid you begone from a house that has fallen on shame and disgrace.

Cuchulain

I am losing patience, Conall—I find you stuffed with pride,

The flagon full to the brim, the front door standing wide;
You'd put me off with words, but the whole thing's plain enough,