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SCENE V.
Enter Ulysses.Ulys.
The law be reverenc'd:
Behold Ulysses here.
Near.
Ulysses, Heavens!
Forgive, O! generous chief, my hasty speech:
I fly to tell the king these welcome tidings.
[going.
Ulys.
Yet one word more: art thou not here a servant
Of royal Lycomedes?
Near.
Rightly spoken,
I am his servant.
Ulys.
And thy name?
Near.
Nearchus.
Ulys.
What country claims thy birth?
Near.
The town of Corinth.
Ulys.
Why didst thou quit, for this, thy native land?
Near.
I came—O! Heavens!—I tarry here too long;
Forgive me, sir, the king meantime impatient,
Knows not as yet what ships have reach'd the port.
Ulys.
Go then, my friend, dispatch.
Near.
[aside.]
How well I feign'd!
Yet scarcely could escape his wise detection.
[Exit.
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