Be poor, a hearty welcome makes it rich.
Ul. I pray the gods reward thee.
Eum.Nay, there’s the meat;
I’ll fetch it thee. [Exit.
Ul.Was ever sound on earth
So musical as the remembered voice
That welcomes home? By heaven, ’twas yesterday
That I was here. No change at all: this bench,
This board:—the very hogs might be the same.
O my good bread and wine! And here’s his loaf,