_Eum._ Nay, Lord Eurymachus, ’tis never thou Canst say begone to any from this hall, Nay, nor Antinous nor Ctesippus either: But if to me ye say it, ye forget How I stand here of right; nor is it like I stir for you. As for your music-making, Be still yourselves, and we can sit in peace, And listen with you. _Ant._ Ye to sit with us, Insolent villain! _Eur._ Whatsoe’er thy right, This filthy beggar is beyond all reason. 1380 Who is he? _Eum._ Lord Eurymachus, this man, Mean as he is, hath here more privilege Than thou. He comes by invitation hither; He is the prince’s suppliant. _Eur._ Now, Telemachus, Thou art reproached in this. _Eum._ Come to reproach, I know a word. _Ant._ Wag not thy beard at us, Thou low-bred hind. _Tel._ Indeed, Eurymachus, I am not disgraced; for in my father’s hall Was ever room and welcome for all such As needed food and shelter: nay, and they 1390 Who most have need stand first; as doth this man. As for my servant, he hath given an answer To those that have reviled him. _Amph._ If so be This beggar is thy guest and suppliant, His fitter place were still the outer court: Invite him thither. _Tel._ I have bid him here. And here he shall remain. Fear not, good father, Go sit thee by the hearth: and thou, Amphinomus, Urge me not. I will have my way in this: Were there no other reason than this one, 1400 That I will have my way. Take thou that stool, Old man, and sit at ease: none here can touch thee. _Ctes._ (_to Ul. aside_). Dare! _Ant._ (_to Eur._). Shall we brook this? _Eur._ Prince Telemachus, Though thou be very son of great Ulysses, Think not to overrule us thus with words. Dispose thou mayst within fair reason’s bounds Even as thou wilt: so much in courtesy We grant, but not for fear; nor are our spirits Of stuff to suffer what indignities Thy haughty temper may prepare. In this 1410 We shall resist thee. _Tel._ There be men in Ithaca Call thee not king, Eurymachus; though here Thou take so much on thee.