’Tis not for such as thou the hot feast smokes
From morn till eve, and the red wine is poured.
Bide here; for here thou vexest none, nor me
Nor any of my fellows. Bide awhile,
And if Telemachus return, I warrant
Thou shalt have no complaint. Hark, I hear feet:
Some one now comes.
Ul.And ’tis a friend; the dogs
Bark not, but fawn around. (Aside.) If this be he!
I dare not rise and look.