Pen. Why wilt thou go?
Tel.First I must make report
To good Noëmon of his ship returned;
Then to pay off my crew.
Pen.Ah, prithee son,
Have care: the robbers have a plot to kill thee:
They now may lie in wait. ’Tis early dusk.
Tel. I fear them not. 1289
Pen.Indeed I know their minds.
Tel. The goddess will withhold their impious hands.