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    <id>558</id>
    <title>Ferg048</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>Ferg048</identifier>
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    <keywords>Dunseverick, Brethren, Fergus</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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FERGUS.
Mount, daughter Deirdre. Fill the cup again,
And fair farewells and healths to all of you. 

BARACH.
Fergus, thou wilt not pass a brother&#039;s door ?
We wait thee at Dunseverick. Let thy wards
Take the protection of thy own good sons.
They&#039;ll see them safe. To that end Buino Borb
Is this same morning from Emania come,
And here finds Ulan by a lucky chance
Journeying thither with his company.
Thy honor shall not suffer in their hands. 

DEIRDRE.
Fergus, thou&#039;rt pledged to us. Say nay to him. 

BARACH.
He shall not say me nay. My board is spread ;
The choicest Brethren of the Branch are there,
And much would marvel should his place be void.
His sons are well-sufficient in his room.
What though ye journeyed to the Branch alone,
None dare molest you, such a sheltering shield
Is the pledged word of Fergus ; and they know,
From post to post, &#039;tis on his guarantee
And pass-word that ye travel ; since the king
On his assurances has pardoned you. 

DEIRDRE.
Fergus, I put thee under bond and vow,
Pledged but to-day, that thou desert us not. 

BARACH.
Fergus, I put thee under bond and vow.
Pledged when we made thee Brother of the Branch,
Thou pass not further till thou sup with me. 

FERGUS.
I pray thee, Barach, to forbear thy suit. 
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