Were as thou sayest. When thou sawest my lord,
How was he clad, and what lords followed him?
Ul. Lady, ’tis hard with such a time between
To say—’tis twenty years; and yet, methinks,
My memory shows him to me, as he was.
Thy lord Ulysses wore a purple robe
Of double woof, and on the golden brooch,
Which two pins held, was wrought a rare device;
A hound that had o’ertaken a hunted fawn,
Stood on’t and gazed: and none who saw the work