Witchcraft
has maddened you.
Yeats
As certainly as if I had a son
And fought with him, I should be deadly to him;
For the old fiery fountains are far off
And every day there is less heat o' the blood.
CONCHUBAR.
[_In a loud voice. _]
No more of this. I will not have this friendship.
Cuchulain is my man, and I forbid it.
He shall not go unfought, for I myself--
CUCHULAIN.
I will not have it.
CONCHUBAR.
You lay commands on me?
CUCHULAIN.
[_Seizing CONCHUBAR. _]
You shall not stir, High King. I'll hold you there.
CONCHUBAR.
Witchcraft has maddened you.
THE KINGS [_shouting_].
Yes, witchcraft! witchcraft!
FIRST OLD KING.
Some witch has worked upon your mind, Cuchulain.
The head of that young man seemed like a woman's
You'd had a fancy for. Then of a sudden
You laid your hands on the High King himself!
CUCHULAIN.
And laid my hands on the High King himself?
CONCHUBAR.
Some witch is floating in the air above us.
CUCHULAIN.
Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft! Witches of the air! [_To YOUNG MAN.
