Quit my dear home for ever. Now thou say’st
Ulysses comes, give me thy counsel, friend,
If I should do this thing or wait awhile.
Ul. Lady, some god hath put it in thine heart:
Set thou the axes up: Bring forth the bow:
Here is there none can bend it; and maybe
That he, while they but strive with that same bow
Shall work thee full revenge for all their wrongs.
Pen. Bid’st thou me so?
Ul.Fear not! To-morrow morn