Pen. Well, son, then I shall go. Follow me, maids.
[Exit Pen. and maids.
Chor. Wooers. What hath come o’er the prince? and why
Bids he his royal mother hence:
Pushing his haughty speech so high
In strange, undutiful offence?
Ul. Bring me the bow that I may try my skill.
Wooers (to Eumæus). Stay! man, stay!—Whither wilt thou go,
Bearing the great resistless bow?
Stay. We will slay thee if thou dare!—