TELEMACHUS.
I thank you, mother, in my most hearty[611] wise;
Will ye, sir, to my father command me any service?
THERSITES.
No, pretty boy, but do thou us two commend
To thy father and mother; tell them that we intend,
Both my mother and I,
To see them shortly.
TELEMACHUS.
Ye shall be heartily welcome to them, I dare well say;
Fare ye well, by your leave: now I will depart away.
THERSITES.
Son, give me thy hand. Farewell.
MATER.
I pray God keep thee from peril.
[Telemachus goeth out, and the mother sayeth:
I-wis it is a proper child,
And in behaviour nothing wild;
Ye may see what is good education:
I would every man after this fashion
Had their children up brought.
Then many of them would not have been so nought:
A child is better unborn than untaught.