CONAL [at door].
I can see the horn-blower now, a young man wrapped in a cloak.
LEAGERIE.
Do not let him come in. Tell him to go elsewhere for shelter. This is no place to seek shelter in.
CONAL.
That is right. I will tell him to go away, for nobody must know the disgrace that is to fall upon Ireland this night.
LEAGERIE.
Nobody of living men but us two must ever know that.
CONAL [outside door].
Go away, go away!