Speak now, whate’er it be, fear not to tell:
Tell of thy sire, my son, though ’tis his death!
Tel. Now heaven forbid that word.
Pen.Alas, Telemachus;
What is our hope? Or if thou know of any,
Why art thou reticent of it?
Tel.Hearken, mother:
If thou wilt hear me, I will tell my story,
As time allows, stripped of all circumstance.
First sailed I then to Pylos, where I found