Straight to the house, or must I hide me here?
Eum. Bide, son, bide! ’Tis not safe. Let me go, son.
When once ’tis known in the isle that thou’rt returned,
Then thou mayst shew thyself. The cowards fear
The love the people bear thee. Let me go.
Tel. Is all else well?
Eum.All’s well where ill is well.
Tel. Eumæus, I’ll not venture yet: but thou
Haste to the house, and in my mother’s ear
Whisper I am here: but let none other guess