Ant.Lo! by the fire he sits.
Pen. (aside). How strange a man. (To Tel.) Is this thy guest, my son?
Tel. ’Tis he I spoke of.
Pen. (to Tel.). Surely the complaint
Hath a fair ground. To save offence ’twere best
Dismiss him with some gift—I leave, my lords,
This matter where it lies: My son rules here.
Farewell. Keep peace amongst you.
(To maids.) Bear off the gifts. [Exit.
All. Farewell, fairest Penelope.