I am no god. Why wilt thou liken me
To those immortals? I am thy father, son,
Ulysses to my home at last returned. [Kisses him.
Tel. Alas, thou art a god, and thy words mock me.
Ul. Thou knowest me not. [Sits.
Tel.Say, if thou wert a man,
How couldst thou put that change of semblance on,
Which only gods may use?
Ul.The wise Athena
Uses me as she will: then was I old