Pen. What goddess trustest thou to aid thee so?
Tel. Why who but she that hath preserved my sire?
Pen. Alas! Then take Eumæus with thee, son.
Tel. I need him not. Farewell.
Pen.Then if thou goest,
Farewell. But do not tarry.
Tel.Bid prepare
My chamber; for at night I shall return. [Exit.
Pen. The gods protect thee.—Would the gods, that made him
So handsome, loving, noble, brave, and good,