_Other wooers_ (_appearing at door_). The lord Antinous is slain. _Eur._ Foolhardy wretch, this murder is thy death. Whether unwittingly, or wittingly, 2601 It matters not: thou hast slain the noblest prince Of the isle; and swiftly shall he be avenged. _Ul._ (_leaping up to where Penelope had sat. Tel., Eum., and neatherd join him_). Dogs! ye that said I never should return From Trojan soil: ye that would waste my house, And woo my wife while yet I was alive: Nor feared the gods in heav’n, nor shame of men: Now are the bonds of death made fast upon you. I am Ulysses. _Wooers._ Ah, think you!—think you! _Others without._ See! see! _Eur._ Stay, sir, awhile! _Wooers._ Fly! fly!—’Tis he! 2610 ’Tis he, fly! See the prince, and there His two men—Speak, sir! speak him fair— _Eur._ Stay, sir, awhile, I pray thee. If thou indeed Art he, the good Ulysses safe returned, As by thy deeds and words thou makest to be, Thou wilt hear reason, as thy speech is just. ’Tis true ill hath been done thee in house and field: But he lies dead, who was the chief in blame; We may rejoice, for he brought all about, Antinous, less eager for the marriage 2620 Or dower, than in ambitious hope, now quenched, That he should reign in Ithaca:—to which end He would have killed the prince. But, he being dead, Spare thou thy folk, sir, spare thine own; and we For all wrong done thee will repay in full, Each one in answer for waste hitherto, Bringing the worth of twenty oxen, ay, And bronze and iron in plenty, till thy heart Be well appeased, that now is justly stirred. _Ul._ O nay: not though thou gavest me all thy wealth, What now thou hast, or after shouldst inherit, 2631 Could that be thine atonement; nor the like Of each for each, that I should stay my hands From slaying here the wooers of my wife. This choice ye have, to fight or fly; but flying Or fighting I shall slay you with these arrows. _Wooers_ (_without_). ’Tis he: he shooteth: fly. _Wooers_ (_within_). Wrath of the gods, ’tis he. To arms!—Nay, fly.—O fly— [_Many begin to escape._ _Ul._ I am come late indeed, but in good time. _Amph._ Out, sirs, haste thro’ the doors: 2641 To-morrow it may be He may be appeased; now fly. Avoid his anger now. [_They fly._ _Eur._ Fight. We shall overwhelm them. Follow me! _Ctes._ Fly while we may, I say. [_Exit._ _Eur._ Who is with me? _Eum._ Come, lord Eurymachus; and I will kill thee, Even as a pig. _Eur._ Death to thee, hind. Now charge!