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    <title>Ferg038</title>
    <Collections>Deirdre</Collections>
    <Contributor>Linen Hall Library</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1880</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, February 4, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Ferg038</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Cuchullin, Nessa, Conor</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg038</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
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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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