Send one to comfort him; but go not thou
Wandering among the hills. My bidding done,
Make swift return. I shall be here.
Eum.I pray
Let not that old man here come round thee, son,
With idle stories of thy sire: he is full
Of tales of Troy: and if he win thine ear
He hath a purpose.
Tel.He! Nay, trust me, father.
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