Who knows where he is now or who he is spurring to fight?
So get you gone, and whatever may cry aloud in the night,
Or show itself in the air, be silent until morn.
A Servant
Cuchulain is in the right—I am tired of this big horn.
Cuchulain
Go!
[The Servants turn toward the door but stop on hearing the voices of Women outside]
Laegaire’s Wife