Ul. Now first to find my son. If I dare call.
[Goes to L.
Softly—Telemachus!—Telemachus!
Tel. (enters L.). Father. 2180
Ul.Speak softly, son, lest any hear.
The goddess guides us well. The plot is laid:
’Tis but to tell it thee. I have won thy mother
To confidence, tho’ yet she knows me not.
To-morrow morn will she bring forth my bow,
And make therewith a contest for the wooers,