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DIALOGUE. 91
P. O hoary bard, it is a horror to me, that
with thee there is love neither for God nor for the
clergy : but the time will come when thou wilt feel
the loss thereof ; darkly bound in condemnation,
in pain.
0. I am now a captive bound in pain ; for I
am amidst the clergy, waiting for grace from the
God who divides not bread with me.
Ye nor your God are to be compared with my
king in distributing food : he was not displeased
because of the number of the Fenii, and with him
there was no gi'udging.
Not so with thee and thy clergy, nor with your
noble chief whose name is great with ye : it is
displeasing to you to have the companionship of
a poor wretch without vigour, solitary, under grief.
P. Lovely, with us and with God, the sight of
a hoary bard who would bend to our nde ; who
would not be deep in superstition, as is usual with
thee O simple Oisin.
0. Patrick, I would do thy pleasure and I
would love thy God, if it were not that ye are for
ever saying, that it was He who conquered the
Fenii.