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But sidelong and spitting and helpless shadows of the dim air?
And what did he carry away but straw and broken delf?

Laegaire's Wife

Your own man made up that tale trembling alone by himself,

Drowning his terror.

Emer

[Forcing herself in front]

I am Emer, it is I go first through the door.

No one shall walk before me, or praise any man before
My man has been praised.