Foretelling Emain’s greatness.
CUCHULLAIN.
No, great King,
I looked on this out of mere idleness,
Imagining a woman that I loved.
(The sound of a trumpet without.)
CONCOBAR.
Open the door, for that is a herald’s trumpet.
(The great door at the back is flung open; a young man who is fully armed and carries a shield with a woman’s head painted on it, stands upon the threshold. Behind him are trumpeters. He walks into the centre of the hall, the trumpeting ceases.)
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