FERGUS.
Let us begone, this house is no fit place,
Being full of doubt—Deirdre is right.
[To DEIRDRE, who has gone towards the door she had entered by.
No, no,
Not by that door that opens on the path
That runs to the seashore, but this that leads
To Conchubar’s house. We’ll wait no messenger,
But go to his well-lighted house, and there
Where the rich world runs up into a wick