Then of a sudden
You laid your hands on the High King himself!
You laid your hands on the High King himself!
Yeats
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. _
Why did you? Who was it set you to this work?
Out, out! I say, for now it's sword on sword!
YOUNG MAN.
But . .
