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Being mad that he did not answer, and more at his laughing so,
And there on the ground where it fell it went on laughing at me.

Laegaire

Till he took it up in his hands—

Conall

And splashed himself into the sea.

Cuchulain

I have imagined as good when I've been as deep in the cup.

Laegaire

You never did.

Cuchulain

And believed it.