My son hath passed the town. I have a message
He will be here. (Voices without.) Ay, now, before ye go
He is come. I hear him.
Enter Telemachus, spear in hand at back; the wooers throng round him as he presses forward.
Eur.Welcome, noble prince.
Amph. All hail, Telemachus!
Ant.The gods be praised.
Chor. Hail, noble offspring of a noble sire!—
Most gracious son of a most gracious lady!—
Dear to our eyes as is the light of morn—