That none might know me; now I am myself
That thou mayst know.—’Tis I.
Tel.Father! my father!
O, happy day. [Weeps on his neck.
Ul.Thy kisses, O, my son:
Thy kisses and thy tears, my son, my son.
Tel. O, thou art come. O, happy, happy day.
Ul. I am come, Telemachus: but how to know
’Tis I?
Tel.O, I am sure; who could be like thee?