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Another

It was all mere luck at the best.

Another

But Conall, I say—

Another

Let me speak.

Laeg

You'd be dumb if the cock of the yard would but open his beak.

Another

Before your cock was born, my master was in the fight.

Laeg

Go home and praise your grand-dad. They took to the horns for spite,

For I said that no cock of your sort had been born since the fight began.