Athena.

My work is done. But ere I leave the haunts Of sorrowing and rejoicing men, I look To bless my work. O wise son of Laertes, Thou hast thy house and wife and self restored. Murder, strife, robbery, the wrongs I hate, Revellings and insolence are now avenged. Yet not less am I foe to faithlessness, Breaches of trust and of those modest laws, Which guard high thoughts and heavenly purity. Thy wicked servants slay; which done, make soon Purification of thy house defiled: And not forget the oracle, which said That thou shouldst find one journey more to make; This thy atonement: and since justice holds The crown for good deeds, as the sword for ill, Grudge not this only absence: thy good servant Thou wouldst reward; he is a prince; restore him Unto his kingdom: ’tis the will of Zeus. He that hath servèd well hath earned to reign. Son of Laertes, wilt thou do this thing?

Ul. Yea, goddess, I will do it. Thy will is mine.

Eum. (kneeling). Most honoured of all masters!

Ath. Then FARE YE WELL.