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 ’Tis ill delaying in such case, and well

To make an end.

How shall I fare within?

Right well; to start with, thou art known to none.

Thou hast reported, I presume, my death.

They’ll speak of thee as though thou wert a shade.

And are they glad thereat, or what say they?

I’ll tell thee when the time is ripe: meanwhile

Whate’er they do, however ill, is well.

I pray thee, brother, tell me who is this?

Dost thou not see?

I know not, nor can guess.

Not know the man to whom thou gav’st me once?

What man? how mean’st thou?

He that stole me hence,

Through thy foretliought, and safe to Phocis bore.

Can this be he who, when our sire was slain,

Faithful among the many false I found? 235