_Pen._ Shame, shame! what vile and drunken brawl is this, 1820 That reaching to my chamber, brings me down At mid of night in fear lest in your revels Ye stain my floors with blood? Ah, now ye are shamed. How rose this sudden uproar ’mongst you, lords? Honour ye not my son, that in his presence, The morrow of his return, ye are broken forth In more disordered noise than e’er before? If ye respect not him, me ye respect: Who answers for you? _Ant._ That impertinent swineherd ... _Eur._ The wretch I spake of ... _Ctes._ Nay, Eurymachus, 1830 ’Twas thou as much. _Pen._ Speak one for all. _Eur._ O lady, Thy son hath fetched a beggar in to mock us. _Pen._ Telemachus, what is it? _Tel._ Of this riot The whole occasion lies but with these lords; Who have raised their hands to strike their fellow-guest, And as thou cam’st were risen to drive him forth. _Pen._ I know not, sirs, what sort of man this is, That so hath stirred your wrath: but be ye sure That shelter offered here is shelter given. Yet at your instance I will take upon me 1840 To make enquiry, and will give your wishes All fair allowance, as my older guests. Meanwhile depart: ye have feasted long: depart: ’Tis time indeed: I bid you all good-night. _Eur._ The queen has spoken, lords; depart at once. _Ant._ The villain will escape us yet. _Ctes._ He shall not, If he go forth to-night. _Ant._ And if he stay, To-morrow I will serve him. _Tel._ Lords, depart! _Ant._ Fare thee well, prince; I shall return at morn. _Wooers._ Good-night, rarest Penelope.— 1850 Fair queen of Ithaca, good-night.— [_Going._ _Eur._ Until to-morrow, fairest queen, adieu. [_Exit._ _Pen._ (_to Eum._). Eumæus, hither; who is this old man? _Eum._ Why ’tis a strange old man, and full of lies: Yet ’tis an honest and a wise old man. _Pen._ How full of lies and honest? _Eum._ Gracious madam, I have looked on many men, and by their gait And voice and eyes are honest men well known; And this old man is such: but when he speaks Such floods of words run o’er his aged lips, 1860 Ay, and such tales,—and ever when he draws To make conclusion, ’tis the same old fable, That he hath seen the master, that the master Will soon return:—therefore I say he lies. _Pen._ Hath he been with us long? _Eum._ ’Twas yestermorn He came. _Pen._ Enough. Thou mayst go home. Good-night.