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    <title>Ferg038</title>
    <updated>Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12</updated>
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    <collections>Deirdre</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1880</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, February 4, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Ferg038</identifier>
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    <keywords>Cuchullin, Nessa, Conor</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <publisher>Linen Hall Library</publisher>
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NAISI.
Renowned Cuchullin never would sit by
And see thee wronged. Were Conall Carnach there,
Or his own step-sire, Fergus, son of Roy,
No man should do my Deirdre injury. 

DEIRDRE.
Cuchullin do I trust, and Conall too ;
But Fergus gave his kingdom for a toy. 

NAISI.
For love of Nessa laid he kingship down.
A lovelier Nessa, for the love of me.
Spurned the same crown when it was offered to her. 

DEIRDRE.
Nessa now dead, he haunts the drinking-hall,
More than is seemly in a nobleman. 

NAISI.
Hall or hill-side, would we were with him now! 

DEIRDRE.
Here we are safe ; keep to our shelter here.
Here we have both been blest, and yet may be.
Forgetting Conor, and beyond his reach 

NAISI.
My loving, loyal brothers, too ; they left
Home, pleasure, and renown, to follow me
In this elopement. I must think of them.
Are they to waste their bloom of manly youth
Here in this desert, without hope to wive ? 

DEIRDRE.
They ask but to partake their brother&#039;s lot ;
Happy if he be happy. Me indeed
They love as a true sister. Never yet
Have I beheld on either gentle face 
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