Fergus monologue (Act 2) — Deirdre of the Sorrows

— _almost annoyed._ — Would you doubt the seals of Conall Cearneach and the kings of Meath? (_He gets parchments from his cloak and gives them to Naisi. More gently._) It’s easy being fearful and you alone in the woods, yet it would be a poor thing if a timid woman (_taunting her a little_) could turn away the Sons of Usna from the life of kings. Let you be thinking on the years to come, Deirdre, and the way you’d have a right to see Naisi a high and white-haired justice beside some king of Emain. Wouldn’t it be a poor story if a queen the like of you should have no thought but to be scraping up her hours dallying in the sunshine with the sons of kings?