Eum.O lady, ’tis the master,
Just as he was.
Tel.The tidings hath o’ercome her.
Stand from before her.
Re-enter Ulysses, as himself.
Ul. Now o’er my threshold step I as myself,
None will gainsay my coming. Ah here, my son!
Tel. She learned her joy too quickly. As I spake
She fell back swooning.
Ul.Watch by her awhile.