I was but standing there, without the door.
DEIRDRE [going to the other door].
The horses are still saddled, follow me,
And hurry to our ships, and get us gone.
NAISI.
[Stopping her and partly speaking to her, partly to FERGUS.]
There’s naught to fear; the king’s forgiven all.
She has the heart of a wild bird that fears
The net of the fowler or the wicker cage,
And has been ever so. Although it’s hard,
It is but needful that I stand against you,