Is with us. We will stand upon the threshold,
And from that vantage fight. Be we hard pressed,
Retire within, and bar the door. Now forth!
[Exeunt Ul., Tel., Eum., and neatherd in fighting order. The doors close behind them.
Re-enter Penelope and maids.
Maids (entering down the stairs).
They are gone: they are gone without. The hall is still.
Pen. Hark! hark! They fight without. Telemachus,
Telemachus, my son! Ah! evil day!
The bow, the bow. And corpses in the hall.