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 That Conall and Laegaire wronged me, till all had fallen out. [The murmur grows less so that his words are heard] 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.

Cuchulain is in the right—I am tired of this big horn.

Go! [The Servants turn toward the door but stop on hearing the voices of Women outside]