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SCENE IV.
See, poor old Soul! he crys;He almost draws the Tears from Tele's Eyes.
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Come honest Man, don't mind that saucy Whore;
Here, take this Half-penny; I wish 'twas more.
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Ye Gods, what Words can now express my Joy,
To see such early Virtues in my Boy!
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O! Telemach!
Tel.
He knows my Name, do y' see!
He certainly a Cunningman must be;
I'll try him.
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What's my Mother's Name?
Ulys.
'Tis Pen;
And mine Ulysses, happyest now of Men!
I am thy Sire.
Tel.
I'm sure that cannot be.
Ulys.
I am thy Father, I, my Son, am he.
By this Embrace—
Tel.
How shall I surely know?
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You have, my Son, a Mole upon your Toe.
Tel.
That's true.
Ulys.
And farther, to suppress your Fear,
See the King's Coat, 'tis the King's Coat I wear.
He unbuttons his Beggar's Coat, and shews his Regimentals.
See the King's Coat, 'tis the King's Coat I wear.
I am a Serjeant still, no Beggar I,
But thus I come your Mother's Faith to try;
And next to rout the Scoundrels hence who woo her:
Be secret for a While; and guide Me to her.
But thus I come your Mother's Faith to try;
And next to rout the Scoundrels hence who woo her:
Be secret for a While; and guide Me to her.
Tel.
SONG III.
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O! Mother, O! Mother, no longer complain,Nor in your Distress bite the Sheets all in vain,
My Father, my Father's come to you again.
Which no Body can deny.
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