I tell you that this is no fit house to welcome you, for it is a disgraced house.
CUCHULAIN.
What is it you are hinting at? You were sitting there with ale beside you and the door open, and quarrelsome thoughts. You are waiting for something or someone. It is for some messenger who is to bring you to some spoil, or to some adventure that you will keep for yourselves.
LEAGERIE.
Better tell him, for he has such luck that it may be his luck will amend ours.
CONAL.
Yes, I had better tell him, for even now at this very door we saw what luck he had. He had the slope of the ground to help him. Is the sea quiet?
LEAGERIE [looks out of window].
There is nothing stirring.
CONAL.