In no wise do I stay my mother’s marriage.
Rather I urge her marry whom she will.
But while she wills not, that one word of mine
Be breathed to drive her forth, the gods forbid.
To her speak, not to me. Lo you, she is here.
Wooers. The queen! silence! the queen!
Enter Penelope (with bow). Maids follow.
PENELOPE.
My noble suitors, hear me. The prince, my son,
Hath told you of the purpose of my coming: