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The Green Helmet and Other Poems
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Let the bravest take it up.
[Conall takes up Helmet and gazes at it with delight]
Laegaire
[Singing, with a swaggering stride]
Laegaire is best;
Between water and hill,
He fought in the west
With cat heads, until
At the break of day
All fell by his sword,
And he carried away
Their hidden hoard.
[He seizes the Helmet]
Conall
Give it me, for what did you find in the bag
But the straw and the broken delf and the bits of dirty rag
You’d taken for good money?
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
Stroke into peace this cat that has come to take our lives.
Now it is purring again, and now I drink to your wives,
And I drink to Emer, my wife.
[A great noise without and shouting]
Why, what in God’s name is that noise?
Conall
What else but the charioteers and the kitchen and stable boys
Shouting against each other, and the worst of all is your own,
That chariot-driver, Laeg, and they’ll keep it up till the dawn,
And there’s not a man in the house that will close his eyes to-night,
Or be able to keep them from it, or know what set them to fight.
[A noise of horns without]
There, do you hear them now? such hatred has each for each
They have taken the hunting horns to drown one other’s speech
For fear the truth may prevail. – Here’s your good health and long life,
And, though she be quarrelsome, good health to Emer, your wife.
[The Charioteers, Stable Boys and Kitchen Boys come running in. They carry great horns, ladles and the like]
Laeg
I am Laeg, Cuchulain’s driver, and my master’s cock of the yard.
Another
Conall would scatter his feathers.
[Confused murmurs]
Laegaire
[To Cuchulain]
No use, they won’t hear a word.
Conall
They’ll keep it up till the dawn.
Another
It is Laegaire that is the best,
For he fought with cats in Connaught while Conall took his rest
And drained his ale pot.
Another
Laegaire – what does a man of his sort
Care for the like of us! He did it for his own sport.
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