chasing in the woods.
CONCHUBOR -- very gravely. -- Isn't it
a strange thing you'd be talking of Naisi and
his brothers, or figuring them either, when you
know the things that are foretold about them-
selves and you? Yet you've little knowledge,
and I'd do wrong taking it bad when it'll be


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my share from this out to keep you the way
you'll have little call to trouble for knowledge,
or its want either.
DEIRDRE. Yourself should be wise,
surely.
CONCHUBOR. The like of me has a
store of knowledge that's a weight and terror.
It's for that we do choose out the like of your-
self that are young and glad only. . . . I'm
thinking you are gay and lively each day in
the year?
DEIRDRE. I don't know if that's true,
Conchubor. There are lonesome days and bad
nights in this place like another.
CONCHUBOR. You should have as few
sad days, I'm thinking, as I have glad and
good ones.
DEIRDRE. What is it has you that way
ever coming this place, when you'd hear the