_Tel._ Bear the wine To lord Antinous. _Ctes._ Plague him, whoe’er he be, That put this ox-bone in my seat. Old scoundrel, (_To Ul._) I think ’twas thou: if not, I owe thee favours: Here goes a present to thee. [_Throws._ _Tel._ Now, Ctesippus, Missing thine aim thou madest a better throw Than was thy purpose. For by heaven I swear, That hadst thou hit the stranger, at this moment My spear were in thy body, and the gold 2330 Thy father saveth for thy wedding-day, He should have spent upon thy funeral. Know henceforth all of you, what insolence May look to meet from me. I have been a child, And so ye have treated me; I am now a man, Grant it or learn it. (_To Ul._) Old man, take thy seat. _Wooers._ Now if Ulysses ne’er came back, We not for that a lord should lack: So doth this son of his inherit His masterful and haughty spirit. 2340 _Amph._ Silence acknowledgeth a true rebuke. There is nought to answer, lords: treat we this stranger With due respect. But to Telemachus One word I speak in kindness. While hope was Ulysses might return, he did but well Discouraging our courtship of his mother; But now, when hope is gone and all agree He never can return, the prince should join To urge the queen that she delay no more, But wed the best man here: which were far better Both for himself and for his father’s honour, 2351 Than all this waste and rancour in his halls. _Tel._ Nay, now by Zeus, and by my father’s griefs, In no wise do I stay my mother’s marriage. Rather I urge her marry whom she will. But while she wills not, that one word of mine Be breathed to drive her forth, the gods forbid. To her speak, not to me. Lo you, she is here. _Wooers._ The queen! silence! the queen! _Enter Penelope_ (_with bow_). _Maids follow._ _PENELOPE._