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Another

Cuchulain and Conall have drunk.

Another

He is lost if he taste a drop.

Laegaire

[Laying Helmet on table]

Did you claim to be better than us by drinking first from the cup?

Cuchulain

[His words are partly drowned by the murmurs of the crowd though he speaks very loud]

That juggler from the sea, that old red herring it is

Who has set us all by the ears—he brought the Helmet for this,
And because we would not quarrel he ran elsewhere to shout