The neatherd, and Eumæus. Ah! he is struck!
Nay, nay. They keep all off with spear and shield.
[Cries without.
Pen. Alas, the shrieks of death. I faint, ho! help me.
Lead me to the chair. [Sits down.
1st.They may burst in: beseech thee,
Back to thy chamber!
Pen.Nay, if my son be safe.
Watch there, and tell me.—Is he yet unhurt?
2nd. They spring upon the beggar and the prince,