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Cuchulain

No, no, but give it me.

[He takes Helmet]

Conall

The Helmet's mine or Laegaire's—you're the youngest of us three.

Cuchulain

[Filling Helmet with ale]

I did not take it to keep it—the Red Man gave it for one,

But I shall give it to all—to all of us three or to none;
That is as you look upon it—we will pass it to and fro,
And time and time about, drink out of it and so