She is fo good, fo worthy to be fought for, Uly. Then prove the Peril, and enjoy the Fame. [Drawing his Sword. With powerful Oppofition fhalt thou strive, Tel. I fwear Fame And may my Lot in futura [Telemachus kneels and kisses the Sword... Be good or Evil but as I perform it, ́. Ulyff. Enough I do believe thee. [A confufed Noife is heard within Tel. Such furely is the Sound of mighty Armies Ulyff. No more, thou haft thy Charge, look well to that; For thefe, these riotous Sons of Noife and Uproar, I know their Force, and know I am Ulyffes. So Jove look'd down upon the War of Atoms, And rude tumultuous Chaos, when as yet Fair Nature, Form, and Order had not Being, But Discord and Confusion troubled all; Calm and ferene upon his Throne he fate, Fix'd there by the eternal Law of Fate, Safe in himself, because he knew his Pow'r; And knowing what he was, he knew he was fecure. [Exeunt ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter Telemachus and Antinous. Ant. THE King return'd? So long conceal'd in Ithaca? Ethon the King? What Words can speak my Wonder? Tel. Yes, my Antinous, 'tis most amazing, 'Tis all the mighty working of the Gods, Unfearchable and dark to human Eyes: But oh, let me conjure thee by our Friendship,. As thou wou'dft do the Life of thy Telemachus. Ant. Wrong not the Truth of your devoted Slave, To think he wou'd betray you for whole Worlds. Have you not faid it, that your own dear Life, And And all your Royal Race, depends upon it? Far from my Lips, within my Breaft I'll keep it; Left fome officious murmuring Wind fhould tell it, Tel. No, thou art true, fuch have I ever found thee; Ant. E're Night a bufie Rumour ran around Between the Palace-Gardens and the Sea; To fearch the Truth; that known, with haste to raife E're this they have obey'd me; when I've join'd I'll wait you here again upon the Inftant. [Exit Antinous. Tel. Oh Love, how are thy precious, fweetest Minutes Malicious medling Chance is ever busse And Honour ftern, impatient of Neglect, Com Commands us to forget our Eafe and Pleasures; Eur. The Prince yet here! Twice have I fought fince To pass in private to the Queen's Apartment, But found him ftill attending at the Door; What can it mean? Tel. It is Semanthe's Father! Ha! Sure the Gods, in pity of our Loves, Have deftin'd him to 'fcape Ulyffes' Vengeance. Eur. How comes it, gentle Youth, when Wine and Chear ev'ry Heart to Night, and banish Care, The Pleasures and Companions of thy Youth, Tel. Behold the Ruins of my Royal House, Eur. Our Daughter once was wont to fhare your, Thoughts; Believe me, fhe has Reafon to complain, If you prefer your Solitude to her; While here you stay, disconsolate and mufing, Lonely fhe fits, the tender-hearted Maid, And kindly thinks of you, and mourns your Abfence. My Days and Nights devoted all to her, Poorly repay the fair Semanthe's Goodness: Yet Yet they are hers, ev'n all my Years are hers,` All but this Night, which here I've sworn to pass, And ruminating on my wretched Fortunes, Well, Sir, purfue your Thoughts; I have fome Matters of great and high Import, which on the Inftant I muft deliver to the Queen, your Mother. Tel. Whate'er it be, you must of Force delay it 'Till Morning. Eur. How, delay it! But wherefore? 'tis impoffible. Say. Tel. The Queen is gone to Reft, Oppreft and wafted with the Toil of Sorrows, Weary as miferable painful Hinds, That labour all the Day to get 'em Food, None fhou'd approach her 'till the Morning's Dawn. Eur. Vexation and Delay!-Then 'tis thy own, Her |