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             Homer's Odysses translated by Tho. Hobbes of Malmsbury ; with a large preface concerning the vertues of an heroique poem written by the translator.
             Odyssey. English. 1675
             Homer.
             Hobbes, Thomas, 1588-1679.
          
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           HOMER'S
           Odysses
           .
           Translated
           By
           
             THO.
             HOBBES
          
           of
           Malmsbury
           .
           With
           a
           Large
           PREFACE
           Concerning
           the
           VERTUES
           OF
           AN
           HEROIQUE
           POEM
           .
           Written
           by
           the
           Translator
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           :
           Printed
           by
           
             J.
             C.
          
           for
           
             W.
             Crook
          
           ,
           at
           the
           
             Green
             Dragon
          
           without
           Temple-Bar
           .
           1675.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           THE
           READER
           .
           CONCERNING
           The
           VERTUES
           of
           an
           HEROIQUE
           POEM
           .
        
         
           THe
           Vertues
           required
           in
           an
           Heroick
           Poem
           (
           and
           indeed
           in
           all
           Writings
           published
           )
           are
           comprehended
           all
           in
           this
           one
           word
           Discretion
           .
        
         
           And
           Discretion
           consisteth
           in
           this
           ,
           That
           every
           part
           of
           the
           Poem
           be
           conducing
           ,
           and
           in
           good
           order
           placed
           to
           the
           End
           and
           Designe
           of
           the
           Poet.
           And
           the
           Designe
           is
           not
           only
           to
           profit
           ,
           but
           also
           to
           delight
           the
           Reader
           .
        
         
           By
           Profit
           ,
           I
           intend
           not
           here
           any
           accession
           of
           Wealth
           either
           to
           the
           Poet
           ,
           or
           to
           the
           Reader
           ;
           but
           accession
           of
           Prudence
           ,
           Justice
           ,
           and
           Fortitude
           ,
           by
           the
           Example
           of
           such
           Great
           and
           Noble
           
           Persons
           as
           he
           introduceth
           speaking
           ,
           or
           describeth
           acting
           .
           For
           all
           men
           love
           to
           behold
           ,
           though
           not
           to
           practise
           Vertue
           .
           So
           that
           at
           last
           the
           work
           of
           an
           Heroique
           Poet
           is
           no
           more
           but
           to
           furnish
           an
           ingenuous
           Reader
           (
           when
           his
           leisure
           abounds
           )
           with
           the
           diversion
           of
           an
           honest
           and
           delightful
           Story
           ,
           whether
           true
           or
           feigned
           .
        
         
           But
           because
           there
           be
           many
           men
           called
           Critiques
           ,
           and
           Wits
           ,
           and
           Vertuosi
           ,
           that
           are
           accustomed
           to
           censure
           the
           Poets
           ,
           and
           most
           of
           them
           of
           divers
           Judgments
           :
           How
           is
           it
           possible
           (
           you
           'l
           say
           )
           to
           please
           them
           all
           ?
           Yes
           ,
           very
           well
           ;
           if
           the
           Poem
           be
           as
           it
           should
           be
           .
           For
           men
           can
           judge
           what
           's
           good
           ,
           that
           know
           not
           what
           is
           best
           .
           For
           he
           that
           can
           judge
           what
           is
           best
           ,
           must
           have
           considered
           all
           those
           things
           (
           though
           they
           be
           almost
           innumerable
           )
           that
           concur
           to
           make
           the
           reading
           of
           an
           Heroique
           Poem
           pleasant
           .
           Whereof
           I
           'll
           name
           as
           many
           as
           shall
           come
           into
           my
           mind
           .
        
         
           And
           they
           are
           contained
           ,
           first
           ,
           in
           the
           choice
           of
           words
           .
           Secondly
           ,
           in
           
           the
           construction
           .
           Thirdly
           ,
           in
           the
           contrivance
           of
           the
           Story
           or
           Fiction
           .
           Fourthly
           ,
           in
           the
           Elevation
           of
           the
           Fancie
           .
           Fifthly
           ,
           in
           the
           Justice
           and
           Impartiality
           of
           the
           Poet.
           Sixthly
           ,
           in
           the
           clearness
           of
           Descriptions
           .
           Seventhly
           ,
           in
           the
           Amplitude
           of
           the
           Subject
           .
        
         
           And
           (
           to
           begin
           with
           words
           )
           the
           first
           Indiscretion
           is
           ,
           The
           use
           of
           such
           words
           as
           to
           the
           Readers
           of
           Poesie
           (
           which
           are
           commonly
           Persons
           of
           the
           best
           Quality
           )
           are
           not
           sufficiently
           known
           .
           For
           the
           work
           of
           an
           Heroique
           Poem
           is
           to
           raise
           admiration
           (
           principally
           )
           for
           three
           Vertues
           ,
           Valour
           ,
           Beauty
           ,
           and
           Love
           ,
           to
           the
           reading
           whereof
           Women
           no
           less
           than
           Men
           have
           a
           just
           pretence
           ,
           though
           their
           skill
           in
           Language
           be
           not
           so
           universal
           .
           And
           therefore
           forein
           words
           till
           by
           long
           use
           they
           become
           vulgar
           ,
           are
           unintelligible
           to
           them
           .
           Also
           the
           names
           of
           Instruments
           and
           Tools
           of
           Artificers
           ,
           and
           words
           of
           Art
           ,
           though
           of
           use
           in
           the
           Schools
           ,
           are
           far
           from
           being
           fit
           to
           be
           spoken
           by
           a
           
           Heroe
           .
           He
           may
           delight
           in
           the
           Arts
           themselves
           ,
           and
           have
           skill
           in
           some
           of
           them
           ;
           but
           his
           Glory
           lies
           not
           in
           that
           ,
           but
           in
           Courage
           ,
           Nobility
           ,
           and
           other
           Vertues
           of
           Nature
           ,
           or
           in
           the
           Command
           he
           has
           over
           other
           men
           .
           Nor
           does
           Homer
           in
           any
           part
           of
           his
           Poem
           attribute
           any
           praise
           to
           Achilles
           ,
           or
           any
           blame
           to
           Alexander
           ,
           for
           that
           they
           had
           both
           learnt
           to
           play
           upon
           the
           Ghittarre
           .
           The
           Character
           of
           words
           that
           become
           a
           Heroe
           are
           Property
           ,
           and
           Significancie
           ,
           but
           without
           both
           the
           malice
           and
           lasciviousness
           of
           a
           Satyr
           .
        
         
           Another
           Vertue
           of
           an
           Heroique
           Poem
           is
           the
           Perspicuity
           and
           the
           Facility
           of
           Construction
           ,
           and
           consisteth
           in
           a
           natural
           contexture
           of
           the
           words
           ,
           so
           as
           not
           to
           discover
           the
           labour
           but
           the
           natural
           ability
           of
           Poet
           ,
           and
           this
           is
           usually
           called
           a
           good
           Style
           .
           For
           the
           order
           of
           words
           when
           placed
           as
           they
           ought
           to
           be
           ,
           carries
           a
           light
           before
           it
           ,
           whereby
           a
           man
           may
           foresee
           the
           length
           of
           his
           period
           ;
           as
           a
           torch
           in
           the
           night
           shews
           a
           man
           the
           stops
           and
           unevenness
           in
           
           his
           way
           .
           But
           when
           plac'd
           unnaturally
           ,
           the
           Reader
           will
           often
           find
           unexpected
           checks
           ,
           and
           be
           forced
           to
           go
           back
           and
           hunt
           for
           the
           sense
           ,
           and
           suffer
           such
           unease
           ,
           as
           in
           a
           Coach
           a
           man
           unexpectedly
           finds
           in
           passing
           over
           a
           furrow
           .
           And
           though
           the
           Laws
           of
           Verse
           (
           which
           have
           bound
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Latines
           to
           number
           of
           Feet
           ,
           and
           quantity
           of
           Syllables
           ,
           and
           the
           English
           and
           other
           Nations
           to
           number
           of
           Syllables
           and
           Rime
           )
           put
           great
           constraint
           upon
           the
           natural
           course
           of
           Language
           ;
           yet
           the
           Poet
           ,
           having
           the
           liberty
           to
           depart
           from
           what
           is
           obstinate
           ,
           and
           to
           chuse
           somewhat
           else
           that
           is
           more
           obedient
           to
           such
           Laws
           ,
           and
           no
           less
           fit
           for
           his
           purpose
           ,
           shall
           not
           be
           (
           neither
           by
           the
           measure
           ,
           nor
           by
           the
           necessity
           of
           Rime
           )
           excused
           ;
           though
           a
           Translation
           often
           may
           .
        
         
           A
           third
           Vertue
           lies
           in
           the
           Contrivance
           .
           For
           there
           is
           difference
           between
           a
           Poem
           and
           a
           History
           in
           Prose
           .
           For
           a
           History
           is
           wholly
           related
           by
           the
           Writer
           ;
           but
           in
           a
           Heroique
           Poem
           the
           Narration
           is
           ,
           a
           great
           part
           of
           it
           ,
           put
           
           upon
           some
           of
           the
           persons
           introduced
           by
           the
           Poet.
           So
           Homer
           begins
           not
           his
           Iliad
           with
           the
           injury
           done
           by
           Paris
           ,
           but
           makes
           it
           related
           by
           Menelaus
           ,
           and
           very
           briefly
           as
           a
           thing
           notorious
           ;
           nor
           begins
           he
           his
           Odysses
           with
           the
           departure
           of
           Ulysses
           from
           Troy
           ,
           but
           makes
           Ulysses
           himself
           relate
           the
           same
           to
           Alcinous
           ,
           in
           the
           midst
           of
           his
           Poem
           ;
           which
           I
           think
           much
           more
           pleasant
           and
           ingenious
           ,
           than
           a
           too
           precise
           and
           close
           following
           of
           the
           time
           .
        
         
           A
           fourth
           is
           in
           the
           Elevation
           of
           Fancie
           ,
           which
           is
           generally
           taken
           for
           the
           greatest
           praise
           of
           Heroique
           Poetry
           ;
           and
           is
           so
           ,
           when
           governed
           by
           discretion
           .
           For
           men
           more
           generally
           affect
           and
           admire
           Fancie
           than
           they
           do
           either
           Judgment
           ,
           or
           Reason
           ,
           or
           Memory
           ,
           or
           any
           other
           intellectual
           Vertue
           ,
           and
           for
           the
           pleasantness
           of
           it
           ,
           give
           to
           it
           alone
           the
           name
           of
           Wit
           ,
           accounting
           Reason
           and
           Judgment
           but
           for
           a
           dull
           entertainment
           .
           For
           in
           Fancie
           consisteth
           the
           Sublimity
           of
           a
           Poet
           ,
           which
           is
           that
           Poetical
           Fury
           which
           the
           Readers
           for
           the
           most
           part
           
           call
           for
           .
           It
           flies
           abroad
           swiftly
           to
           fetch
           in
           both
           Matter
           and
           Words
           ;
           but
           if
           there
           be
           not
           Discretion
           at
           home
           to
           distinguish
           which
           are
           fit
           to
           be
           used
           and
           which
           not
           ,
           which
           decent
           ,
           and
           which
           undecent
           for
           Persons
           ,
           Times
           ,
           and
           Places
           ,
           their
           delight
           and
           grace
           is
           lost
           .
           But
           if
           they
           be
           discreetly
           used
           ,
           they
           are
           greater
           ornaments
           of
           a
           Poem
           by
           much
           than
           any
           other
           .
           A
           Metaphor
           also
           (
           which
           is
           a
           comparison
           contracted
           into
           a
           word
           )
           is
           not
           unpleasant
           ;
           but
           when
           they
           are
           sharp
           ,
           and
           extraordinary
           ,
           they
           are
           not
           fit
           for
           an
           Heroique
           Poet
           ,
           nor
           for
           a
           publique
           consultation
           ,
           but
           only
           for
           an
           Accusation
           or
           Defence
           at
           the
           Bar.
           
        
         
           A
           fifth
           lies
           in
           the
           Justice
           and
           Impartiality
           of
           the
           Poet
           ,
           and
           belongeth
           as
           well
           to
           History
           as
           to
           Poetry
           .
           For
           both
           the
           Poet
           and
           the
           Historian
           writeth
           only
           (
           or
           should
           do
           )
           matter
           of
           Fact.
           And
           as
           far
           as
           the
           truth
           of
           Fact
           can
           defame
           a
           man
           ,
           so
           far
           they
           are
           allowed
           to
           blemish
           the
           reputation
           of
           Persons
           .
           But
           to
           do
           the
           same
           upon
           Report
           ,
           
           or
           by
           inference
           ,
           is
           below
           the
           dignity
           not
           only
           of
           a
           Heroe
           but
           of
           a
           Man.
           For
           neither
           a
           Poet
           nor
           an
           Historian
           ought
           to
           make
           himself
           an
           absolute
           Master
           of
           any
           mans
           good
           name
           .
           None
           of
           the
           Emperors
           of
           Rome
           whom
           Tacitus
           or
           any
           other
           Writer
           hath
           condemned
           ,
           was
           ever
           subject
           to
           the
           Judgment
           of
           any
           of
           them
           ,
           nor
           were
           they
           ever
           heard
           to
           plead
           for
           themselves
           ,
           which
           are
           things
           that
           ought
           to
           be
           antecedent
           to
           condemnation
           .
           Nor
           was
           (
           I
           think
           )
           Epicurus
           the
           Philosopher
           (
           who
           is
           transmitted
           to
           us
           by
           the
           Stoicks
           for
           a
           man
           of
           evil
           and
           voluptuous
           life
           )
           ever
           called
           ,
           convented
           ,
           and
           lawfully
           convicted
           ,
           as
           all
           men
           ought
           to
           be
           before
           they
           be
           defamed
           .
           Therefore
           't
           is
           a
           very
           great
           fault
           in
           a
           Poet
           to
           speak
           evil
           of
           any
           man
           in
           their
           Writings
           Historical
           .
        
         
           A
           sixth
           Vertue
           consists
           in
           the
           perfection
           and
           curiosity
           of
           Descriptions
           ,
           which
           the
           ancient
           Writers
           of
           Eloquence
           call
           Icones
           ,
           that
           is
           Images
           .
           And
           an
           Image
           is
           always
           a
           part
           ,
           or
           rather
           
           the
           ground
           of
           a
           Poetical
           comparison
           .
           As
           (
           for
           example
           )
           when
           Virgil
           would
           set
           before
           our
           eyes
           the
           fall
           of
           Troy
           ,
           he
           describes
           perhaps
           the
           whole
           Labour
           of
           many
           men
           together
           in
           the
           felling
           of
           some
           great
           Tree
           ,
           and
           with
           how
           much
           ado
           it
           fell
           .
           This
           is
           the
           Image
           .
           To
           w
           ch
           if
           you
           but
           add
           these
           words
           ,
           So
           fell
           Troy
           ,
           you
           have
           the
           Comparison
           entire
           ;
           the
           grace
           whereof
           lieth
           in
           the
           lightsomness
           ,
           and
           is
           but
           the
           description
           of
           all
           (
           even
           of
           the
           minutest
           )
           parts
           of
           the
           thing
           described
           ;
           that
           not
           only
           they
           that
           stand
           far
           off
           ,
           but
           also
           they
           that
           stand
           near
           ,
           and
           look
           upon
           it
           with
           the
           oldest
           spectacles
           of
           a
           Critique
           ,
           may
           approve
           it
           .
           For
           a
           Poet
           is
           a
           Painter
           ,
           and
           should
           paint
           Actions
           to
           the
           understanding
           with
           the
           most
           decent
           words
           ,
           as
           Painters
           do
           Persons
           and
           Bodies
           with
           the
           choicest
           colours
           ,
           to
           the
           eye
           ;
           which
           if
           not
           done
           nicely
           ,
           will
           not
           be
           worthy
           to
           be
           plac'd
           in
           a
           Cabinet
           .
        
         
           The
           seventh
           Vertue
           w
           ch
           lying
           in
           the
           Amplitude
           of
           the
           Subject
           ,
           is
           nothing
           but
           variety
           ,
           and
           a
           thing
           without
           which
           
           a
           whole
           Poem
           would
           be
           no
           pleasanter
           than
           an
           Epigram
           ,
           or
           one
           good
           Verse
           ;
           nor
           a
           Picture
           of
           a
           hundred
           figures
           better
           than
           any
           one
           of
           them
           asunder
           ,
           if
           drawn
           with
           equal
           art
           .
           And
           these
           are
           the
           Vertues
           which
           ought
           especially
           to
           be
           looked
           upon
           by
           the
           Critiques
           .
           in
           the
           comparing
           of
           the
           Poets
           ,
           Homer
           with
           Virgil
           ,
           or
           Virgil
           with
           Lucan
           .
           For
           these
           only
           ,
           for
           their
           excellencie
           ,
           I
           have
           read
           or
           heard
           compared
           .
        
         
           If
           the
           comparison
           be
           grounded
           upon
           the
           first
           and
           second
           Vertues
           ,
           which
           consist
           in
           known
           words
           and
           Style
           unforc'd
           ,
           they
           are
           all
           excellent
           in
           their
           own
           Language
           ,
           though
           perhaps
           the
           Latin
           than
           the
           Greek
           is
           apter
           to
           dispose
           it self
           into
           an
           Hexameter
           Verse
           ,
           as
           having
           both
           fewer
           Monosyllables
           and
           fewer
           Polysyllables
           .
           And
           this
           may
           make
           the
           Latin
           Verse
           appear
           more
           grave
           and
           equal
           ,
           which
           is
           taken
           for
           a
           kind
           of
           Majesty
           ;
           though
           in
           truth
           there
           be
           no
           Majesty
           in
           words
           but
           then
           when
           they
           seem
           to
           proceed
           from
           an
           high
           and
           weighty
           imployment
           of
           the
           
           mind
           .
           But
           neither
           Homer
           ,
           nor
           Virgil
           ,
           nor
           Lucan
           ,
           nor
           any
           Poet
           writing
           commendably
           (
           though
           not
           excellently
           )
           was
           ever
           charged
           much
           with
           unknown
           words
           ,
           or
           great
           constraint
           of
           Style
           ,
           as
           being
           a
           fault
           proper
           to
           Translators
           ,
           when
           they
           hold
           themselves
           too
           superstitiously
           to
           their
           Authors
           words
           .
        
         
           In
           the
           third
           Vertue
           ,
           which
           is
           Contrivance
           ,
           there
           is
           no
           doubt
           but
           Homer
           excels
           them
           all
           .
           For
           their
           Poems
           (
           except
           the
           Introduction
           of
           their
           Gods
           )
           are
           but
           so
           many
           Histories
           in
           Verse
           ;
           whereas
           Homer
           has
           woven
           so
           many
           Histories
           together
           as
           contain
           the
           whole
           Learning
           of
           his
           time
           (
           which
           the
           Greeks
           call
           Cyclopaedia
           )
           and
           furnished
           both
           the
           Greek
           and
           Latin
           Stages
           with
           all
           the
           Plots
           and
           Arguments
           of
           their
           Tragedies
           .
        
         
           The
           fourth
           Vertue
           which
           is
           the
           height
           of
           Fancie
           ,
           is
           almost
           proper
           to
           Lucan
           ,
           and
           so
           admirable
           in
           him
           ,
           that
           no
           Heroique
           Poem
           raises
           such
           admiration
           of
           the
           Poet
           ,
           as
           his
           hath
           done
           ,
           though
           
           not
           so
           great
           admiration
           of
           the
           persons
           he
           introduceth
           .
           And
           though
           it
           be
           a
           mark
           of
           a
           great
           Wit
           ;
           yet
           it
           is
           fitter
           for
           a
           Rhetorician
           than
           a
           Poet
           ,
           and
           rebelleth
           often
           against
           Discretion
           ;
           as
           when
           he
           says
        
         
           
             Victrix
             causa
             Diis
             placuit
             ,
             sed
             victa
             Catoni
             .
             
          
        
         
           Than
           which
           nothing
           could
           be
           spoken
           more
           gloriously
           to
           the
           Exaltation
           of
           a
           man
           ,
           nor
           more
           disgracefully
           to
           the
           Depression
           of
           the
           Gods.
           Homer
           indeed
           maketh
           some
           Gods
           for
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           and
           some
           for
           the
           Trojans
           ;
           but
           always
           makes
           Jupiter
           impartial
           .
           And
           never
           prefers
           the
           judgment
           of
           a
           Man
           before
           that
           of
           Jupiter
           ;
           much
           less
           before
           the
           judgment
           of
           all
           the
           Gods
           together
           .
        
         
           The
           fifth
           Vertue
           ,
           which
           is
           the
           Justice
           and
           Impartiality
           of
           a
           Poet
           ,
           is
           
           very
           eminent
           in
           Homer
           and
           Virgil
           ,
           but
           the
           contrary
           in
           
             Lucan
             .
             Lucan
          
           shews
           himself
           openly
           in
           the
           Pompeyan
           Faction
           ,
           i●●eighing
           against
           Caesar
           throughout
           his
           Poem
           ,
           like
           Cicero
           against
           Cataline
           or
           
             Marc
             Antony
          
           ;
           and
           is
           therefore
           justly
           reckon'd
           by
           Quintilian
           as
           a
           Rhetorician
           rather
           than
           a
           Poet.
           And
           a
           great
           part
           of
           the
           delight
           of
           his
           Readers
           proceedeth
           from
           the
           pleasure
           which
           too
           many
           men
           take
           to
           hear
           Great
           Persons
           censured
           .
           But
           Homer
           and
           Virgil
           (
           especially
           Homer
           )
           do
           every
           where
           what
           they
           can
           to
           preserve
           the
           Reputation
           of
           their
           Heroes
           .
        
         
           If
           we
           compare
           Homer
           and
           Virgil
           by
           the
           sixth
           Vertue
           ,
           which
           is
           the
           clearness
           of
           Images
           (
           or
           Descriptions
           )
           it
           is
           manifest
           that
           Homer
           ought
           to
           be
           preferr'd
           ,
           though
           Virgil
           himself
           were
           to
           be
           the
           Judge
           .
           For
           there
           are
           very
           few
           Images
           in
           Virgil
           besides
           those
           which
           he
           hath
           translated
           out
           of
           Homer
           ,
           so
           that
           Virgils
           Images
           are
           Homers
           Praises
           .
           But
           what
           if
           he
           have
           added
           something
           to
           it
           of
           his
           own
           ?
           Though
           he
           have
           ,
           yet
           
           it
           is
           no
           addition
           of
           praise
           ,
           because
           't
           is
           easie
           .
           But
           he
           hath
           some
           Images
           which
           are
           not
           in
           Homer
           ,
           and
           better
           than
           his
           .
           It
           may
           be
           so
           ,
           and
           so
           may
           other
           Poets
           have
           which
           never
           durst
           compare
           themselves
           with
           Homer
           .
           Two
           or
           three
           fine
           sayings
           are
           not
           enough
           to
           make
           a
           Wit.
           But
           where
           is
           that
           Image
           of
           his
           better
           done
           by
           him
           than
           Homer
           ,
           of
           those
           that
           have
           been
           done
           by
           them
           both
           ?
           Yes
           ,
           Eustathius
           (
           as
           Mr.
           Ogilby
           hath
           observ'd
           )
           where
           they
           both
           describe
           the
           falling
           of
           a
           Tree
           prefers
           
           Virgil's
           description
           .
           But
           Eustathius
           is
           in
           that
           ,
           I
           think
           ,
           mistaken
           .
           The
           place
           of
           Homer
           is
           in
           the
           fourth
           of
           the
           Iliads
           ,
           the
           sense
           whereof
           is
           this
           :
        
         
           
             As
             when
             a
             man
             hath
             fell'd
             a
             Poplar
             tree
          
           
             Tall
             ,
             streight
             ,
             and
             smooth
             ,
             with
             all
             the
             fair
             boughs
             on
             ;
          
           
             Of
             which
             he
             means
             a
             Coach-wheel
             made
             shall
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             leaves
             it
             on
             the
             Bank
             ,
             to
             dry
             i'
             th'
             Sun
             ;
          
           
             So
             lay
             the
             comely
             Simoisius
             ,
          
           
             Slain
             by
             great
             Ajax
             ,
             Son
             of
             Telamon
             .
          
        
         
           It
           is
           manifest
           that
           in
           this
           place
           Homer
           
           intended
           no
           more
           than
           to
           shew
           how
           comely
           the
           body
           of
           Simoisius
           appeared
           as
           he
           lay
           dead
           upon
           the
           Bank
           of
           Scamander
           ,
           streight
           ,
           and
           tall
           ,
           with
           a
           fair
           head
           of
           hair
           ,
           and
           like
           a
           streight
           and
           high
           Poplar
           with
           the
           boughs
           still
           on
           ;
           and
           not
           at
           all
           to
           describe
           the
           manner
           of
           his
           falling
           ,
           which
           (
           when
           a
           man
           is
           wounded
           through
           the
           breast
           ,
           as
           he
           was
           with
           a
           Spear
           )
           is
           always
           sudden
           .
        
         
           The
           description
           of
           how
           a
           great
           Tree
           falleth
           ,
           when
           many
           men
           together
           hew
           it
           down
           ,
           is
           in
           the
           second
           of
           
           Virgil's
           Aeneads
           .
           The
           sense
           of
           it
           ,
           with
           the
           comparison
           is
           in
           English
           this
           :
        
         
           
             And
             Troy
             ,
             methought
             ,
             then
             sunk
             in
             fire
             and
             smoke
             ,
          
           
             And
             overturned
             was
             in
             every
             part
             :
          
           
             As
             when
             upon
             the
             mountain
             an
             old
             Oak
          
           
             Is
             hewn
             about
             with
             keen
             steel
             to
             the
             heart
             ,
          
           
             And
             pli'd
             by
             Swains
             with
             many
             heavy
             blows
             ,
          
           
             It
             nods
             and
             every
             way
             it
             threatens
             round
             ,
          
           
             Till
             overcome
             with
             many
             wounds
             it
             bows
             ,
          
           
             And
             leisurely
             at
             last
             comes
             to
             the
             ground
             .
          
        
         
           And
           here
           again
           it
           is
           evident
           that
           Virgil
           meant
           to
           compare
           the
           manner
           
           how
           Troy
           after
           many
           Battles
           ,
           and
           after
           the
           losses
           of
           many
           Cities
           ,
           conquer'd
           by
           the
           many
           Nations
           under
           Agamemnon
           in
           a
           long
           War
           ,
           and
           thereby
           weak'ned
           ,
           and
           at
           last
           overthrown
           ,
           with
           a
           great
           Tree
           hewn
           round
           about
           ,
           and
           then
           falling
           by
           little
           and
           little
           leisurely
           .
        
         
           So
           that
           neither
           these
           two
           Descriptions
           ,
           nor
           the
           two
           Comparisons
           can
           be
           compared
           together
           .
           The
           Image
           of
           a
           man
           lying
           on
           the
           ground
           is
           one
           thing
           ;
           the
           Image
           of
           falling
           (
           especially
           of
           a
           Kingdom
           )
           is
           another
           .
           This
           therefore
           gives
           no
           advantage
           to
           Virgil
           over
           Homer
           .
           'T
           is
           true
           ,
           that
           this
           Description
           of
           the
           Felling
           and
           Falling
           of
           a
           Tree
           is
           exceeding
           graceful
           .
           But
           is
           it
           therefore
           more
           than
           Homer
           could
           have
           done
           if
           need
           had
           been
           ?
           Or
           is
           there
           no
           Description
           in
           Homer
           of
           somewhat
           else
           as
           good
           as
           this
           ?
           Yes
           ,
           and
           in
           many
           of
           our
           English
           Poets
           now
           alive
           .
           If
           it
           then
           be
           lawful
           for
           
             Julius
             Scaliger
          
           to
           say
           ,
           that
           if
           Jupiter
           would
           have
           described
           the
           fall
           of
           a
           Tree
           ,
           he
           could
           not
           
           have
           mended
           this
           of
           Virgil
           ;
           it
           will
           be
           lawful
           for
           me
           to
           repeat
           an
           old
           Epigram
           of
           Antipater
           ,
           to
           the
           like
           purpose
           ,
           in
           favour
           of
           Homer
           .
        
         
           
             The
             Writer
             of
             the
             famous
             Trojan
             War
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             Ulysses
             Life
             ,
             O
             Jove
             make
             known
             ,
          
           
             Who
             ,
             whence
             he
             was
             ;
             for
             thine
             the
             Verses
             are
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             would
             have
             us
             think
             they
             are
             his
             own
             .
          
        
         
           The
           seventh
           and
           last
           commendation
           of
           an
           Heroique
           Poem
           consisteth
           in
           Amplitude
           and
           Variety
           ;
           and
           in
           this
           Homer
           exceedeth
           Virgil
           very
           much
           ,
           and
           that
           not
           by
           superfluity
           of
           words
           ,
           but
           by
           plenty
           of
           Heroique
           matter
           ,
           and
           multitude
           of
           Descriptions
           and
           Comparisons
           (
           whereof
           Virgil
           hath
           translated
           but
           a
           small
           part
           into
           his
           Aeneads
           )
           such
           as
           are
           the
           Images
           of
           Shipwracks
           ,
           Battles
           ,
           Single
           Combats
           ,
           Beauty
           ,
           Passions
           of
           the
           mind
           ,
           Sacrifices
           ,
           Entertainments
           ,
           and
           other
           things
           ,
           whereof
           Virgil
           (
           abating
           what
           he
           borrows
           of
           Homer
           )
           has
           scarce
           the
           twentieth
           part
           .
           It
           is
           no
           wonder
           therefore
           if
           all
           the
           ancient
           Learned
           men
           both
           of
           Greece
           and
           
           Rome
           have
           given
           the
           first
           place
           in
           Poetry
           to
           Homer
           .
           It
           is
           rather
           strange
           that
           two
           or
           three
           ,
           and
           of
           late
           time
           ,
           and
           but
           Learners
           of
           the
           Greek
           tongue
           should
           dare
           to
           contradict
           so
           many
           competent
           Judges
           both
           of
           Language
           and
           Discretion
           .
           But
           howsoever
           I
           defen●
           Homer
           ,
           I
           aim
           not
           thereby
           at
           any
           reflection
           upon
           the
           following
           Translation
           .
           Why
           then
           did
           I
           write
           it
           ?
           Because
           I
           had
           nothing
           else
           to
           do
           .
           Why
           publish
           it
           ?
           Because
           I
           thought
           it
           might
           take
           off
           my
           Adversaries
           from
           shewing
           their
           folly
           upon
           my
           more
           serious
           Writings
           ,
           and
           set
           them
           upon
           my
           Verses
           to
           shew
           their
           wisdom
           .
           But
           why
           without
           Annotations
           ?
           Because
           I
           had
           no
           hope
           to
           do
           it
           better
           than
           it
           is
           already
           done
           by
           Mr.
           Ogilby
           .
        
         
           
             T.
             HOBBES
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         HOM.
         ODYSS
         .
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           I.
           
        
         
           
             TEll
             me
             ,
             O
             Muse
             ,
             th'
             Adventures
             of
             the
             Man
          
           
             That
             having
             sack'd
             the
             sacred
             Town
             of
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             Wandred
             so
             long
             at
             Sea
             ;
             what
             course
             he
             ran
          
           
             By
             winds
             &
             tempests
             driven
             from
             his
             way
             :
          
           
             That
             saw
             the
             Cities
             ,
             and
             the
             fashions
             knew
          
           
             Of
             many
             men
             ,
             but
             suffer'd
             grievous
             pain
          
           
             To
             save
             his
             own
             life
             ,
             and
             bring
             home
             his
             crew
             .
          
           
             Though
             for
             his
             crew
             ,
             all
             he
             could
             do
             was
             vain
             .
          
           
             They
             lost
             themselves
             by
             their
             own
             insolence
             ,
          
           
             Feeding
             ,
             like
             fools
             ,
             on
             the
             Suns
             sacred
             Kine
             .
          
           
             Which
             did
             the
             splendid
             Deity
             incense
          
           
             To
             their
             dire
             fate
             .
             Begin
             ,
             O
             Muse
             divine
             .
          
           
             The
             Greeks
             from
             Troy
             were
             all
             returned
             home
             ,
          
           
             All
             that
             the
             War
             and
             winds
             had
             spar'd
             ,
             except
          
           
             The
             discontent
             Ulysses
             only
             ;
             whom
          
           
             In
             hollow
             caves
             the
             Nymph
             Calypso
             kept
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             years
             and
             days
             were
             come
             about
             ,
          
           
             Wherein
             was
             woven
             his
             return
             by
             fate
          
           
             To
             Ithaca
             ,
             (
             but
             neither
             there
             without
          
           
             Great
             pain
             )
             the
             Gods
             then
             pitied
             his
             estate
             ,
          
           
             All
             saving
             Neptune
             ,
             who
             did
             never
             cease
          
           
             To
             hinder
             him
             from
             reaching
             his
             own
             shore
             ,
          
           
             And
             persecute
             him
             still
             upon
             the
             Seas
          
           
             Till
             he
             got
             home
             .
             Then
             troubled
             him
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             Neptune
             was
             now
             far
             off
             in
             Black-moor
             land
          
           
             (
             The
             Black-moors
             are
             the
             utmost
             of
             Mankind
             ,
          
           
             As
             far
             as
             East
             and
             West
             asunder
             stand
             ,
          
           
             So
             far
             the
             Black-moors
             borders
             are
             disjoyn'd
             .
             )
          
           
           
             Invited
             there
             to
             feast
             on
             Ram
             and
             Bull.
          
           
             There
             sat
             he
             merry
             .
             Th'
             other
             Gods
             were
             then
          
           
             Met
             on
             Olympus
             in
             a
             Synod
             full
             ,
          
           
             In
             th'
             house
             of
             Jove
             ,
             Father
             of
             Gods
             and
             Men.
          
           
             And
             first
             spake
             Jove
             ,
             whose
             thoughts
             were
             now
             upon
          
           
             Aegistus
             death
             ,
             which
             he
             but
             then
             first
             knew
             ,
          
           
             By
             th'
             hand
             of
             Agamemnons
             valiant
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Who
             to
             revenge
             his
             Fathers
             blood
             him
             slew
             .
          
           
             Ha!
             How
             dare
             mortals
             tax
             the
             Gods
             ,
             and
             say
             ,
          
           
             Their
             harms
             do
             all
             proceed
             from
             our
             Decree
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             our
             setting
             ;
             when
             by
             their
             crimes
             they
          
           
             Against
             our
             wills
             make
             their
             own
             destiny
             ?
          
           
             As
             now
             Aegistus
             did
             Atrides
             kill
          
           
             Newly
             come
             home
             ,
             and
             married
             his
             wise
             ;
          
           
             Although
             he
             knew
             it
             was
             against
             my
             will
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             it
             would
             cost
             him
             one
             day
             his
             life
             .
          
           
             Sent
             we
             not
             Hermes
             to
             him
             to
             forbid
          
           
             The
             murder
             ,
             and
             the
             marriage
             of
             the
             wife
             ,
          
           
             And
             tell
             him
             if
             the
             contrary
             he
             did
          
           
             Orestes
             should
             revenge
             it
             on
             his
             life
             ?
          
           
             All
             this
             said
             Hermes
             ,
             as
             we
             bad
             him
             .
             But
          
           
             Aegistus
             ,
             for
             all
             this
             ,
             was
             not
             afraid
          
           
             His
             lust
             in
             execution
             to
             put
             .
          
           
             And
             therefore
             now
             has
             dearly
             for
             it
             paid
             .
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             moved
             on
             Ulysses
             part
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             O
             Father
             Jove
             ,
             the
             King
             of
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             Aegystus
             fate
             was
             fit
             for
             his
             desert
             ,
          
           
             So
             let
             them
             perish'all
             that
             do
             such
             things
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             for
             Ulysses
             that
             I
             live
             in
             pain
             ,
          
           
             Poor
             man
             ,
             long
             absent
             from
             his
             friends
             ,
             forlorn
          
           
             In
             a
             small
             Isle
             ,
             the
             Centre
             of
             the
             Main
             ;
          
           
             Kept
             from
             his
             home
             doth
             nought
             but
             grieve
             and
             mourn
             .
          
           
             The
             Isle
             is
             beautifi'd
             with
             goodly
             trees
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             it
             dwells
             a
             Nymph
             .
             Her
             Fathers
             name
          
           
             Atlas
             ,
             that
             all
             the
             depths
             of
             th'
             Ocean
             sees
             ,
          
           
             And
             beareth
             up
             the
             Pillars
             of
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             And
             Heaven
             and
             earth
             to
             boot
             .
             His
             daughter
             't
             is
          
           
             That
             with
             fair
             words
             and
             gentle
             courtesie
          
           
             Detains
             Ulysses
             .
             And
             her
             meaning
             is
          
           
             Forever
             there
             to
             have
             his
             company
             .
          
           
           
             Whilst
             he
             ,
             alas
             !
             even
             dies
             for
             very
             grief
             .
          
           
             To
             see
             the
             smoke
             of
             Ithaca
             he
             wishes
             ,
          
           
             And
             would
             take
             that
             for
             some
             ,
             though
             small
             relief
             .
          
           
             And
             yet
             you
             are
             not
             mov'd
             .
             Were
             not
             Ulysses
          
           
             ●is
             Sacrifices
             on
             the
             Trojan
             shore
          
           
             Both
             free
             and
             bountiful
             ?
             They
             were
             ,
             you
             know
             ,
          
           
             〈◊〉
             th'
             Argive
             Camp
             ,
             I
             dare
             say
             ,
             no
             mans
             more
             .
          
           
             Why
             therefore
             ,
             Father
             ,
             should
             you
             hate
             him
             so
             ?
          
           
             ●o
             her
             ,
             the
             mighty
             Jove
             made
             this
             reply
             .
          
           
             Child
             ,
             what
             a
             word
             is
             this
             that
             you
             let
             fall
             ?
          
           
             ●o
             I
             neglect
             Ulysses
             ,
             or
             do
             I
          
           
             Ulysses
             hate
             ,
             that
             amongst
             mortals
             all
          
           
             For
             wisdom
             and
             for
             piety
             excels
             ?
          
           
             Neptune
             that
             backs
             and
             shakes
             the
             earth
             ,
             't
             is
             he
          
           
             Whose
             breast
             with
             anger
             and
             revenge
             still
             swells
          
           
             Against
             him
             ,
             for
             his
             Sons
             calamity
             ,
          
           
             The
             God-like
             
               Polypheme
               ,
               Cyclops
            
             the
             great
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             on
             
               Thoosa
               ,
               Phorcys
            
             daughter
             brave
          
           
             Neptune
             the
             King
             of
             Waters
             did
             beget
             ,
          
           
             Embracing
             her
             within
             a
             hollow
             cave
             ;
          
           
             And
             him
             Ulysses
             has
             depriv'd
             of
             sight
             .
          
           
             For
             which
             ,
             though
             Neptune
             do
             not
             him
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             He
             crosses
             him
             with
             dangers
             day
             and
             night
             ,
          
           
             And
             drives
             him
             up
             and
             down
             out
             of
             his
             way
             .
          
           
             But
             well
             ,
             let
             us
             that
             are
             assembled
             now
          
           
             Bethink
             us
             how
             to
             bring
             him
             home
             .
             'T
             is
             odds
          
           
             'T
             will
             cool
             his
             rage
             .
             He
             has
             not
             strength
             enough
          
           
             T'
             oppose
             the
             power
             of
             all
             the
             other
             Gods.
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             said
             ,
             O
             Jove
             ,
             of
             Kings
             the
             King
             ,
          
           
             Since
             the
             blest
             Gods
             have
             thought
             good
             ,
             and
             decreed
          
           
             Ulysses
             to
             his
             native
             soil
             to
             bring
             ,
          
           
             Let
             's
             Hermes
             send
             unto
             the
             Nymph
             with
             speed
             ,
          
           
             In
             th'
             Isle
             Ogygia
             ,
             to
             let
             her
             know
          
           
             Our
             sentence
             ,
             that
             she
             may
             the
             same
             obey
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             to
             ,
             Ithaca
             mean
             while
             will
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             cause
             his
             Son
             to
             call
             without
             delay
          
           
             The
             Common-Councel
             ;
             and
             to
             make
             him
             bold
             ,
          
           
             To
             warn
             his
             Mothers
             Suiters
             to
             be
             gone
             ,
          
           
             And
             feast
             no
             longer
             on
             his
             Herd
             and
             Fold
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             before
             had
             insolently
             done
             .
          
           
           
             To
             Sparta
             too
             ,
             I
             'll
             send
             him
             ,
             and
             to
             Pyle
          
           
             T'
             enquire
             about
             his
             Fathers
             Navigation
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             the
             world
             by
             Travel
             for
             a
             while
          
           
             He
             may
             acquire
             a
             greater
             reputation
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             upon
             her
             feet
             her
             shooes
             she
             binds
             ,
          
           
             Ambrosian
             Golden
             shooes
             ,
             that
             do
             her
             bear
          
           
             On
             land
             and
             water
             swiftly
             as
             the
             winds
             .
          
           
             And
             takes
             in
             hand
             her
             brazen-headed
             Spear
             ;
          
           
             A
             heavy
             ,
             massie
             ,
             and
             strong
             Spear
             ,
             the
             same
          
           
             Wherewith
             ,
             when
             angry
             ,
             she
             the
             armed
             bands
          
           
             Of
             mighty
             men
             of
             War
             does
             eas'ly
             tame
             .
          
           
             That
             was
             the
             Spear
             she
             carried
             in
             her
             hands
             .
          
           
             Then
             from
             the
             high
             Olympus
             leapt
             she
             down
          
           
             T'Ulysses
             house
             ,
             and
             stood
             in
             the
             Hall-door
          
           
             I'
             th'
             shape
             of
             Mentes
             that
             possest
             the
             Crown
          
           
             O'
             th'
             Taphian
             people
             ,
             whom
             he
             reigned
             o'r
             .
          
           
             And
             thence
             beheld
             the
             Suiters
             in
             the
             Court
          
           
             Sitting
             upon
             the
             hides
             of
             beeves
             ,
             which
             they
          
           
             Themselves
             had
             kill'd
             ,
             and
             wanting
             other
             sport
             ,
          
           
             Playing
             at
             Chess
             they
             pass'd
             their
             time
             away
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             their
             Officers
             and
             Serving-men
          
           
             Were
             busie
             mingling
             water
             with
             the
             wine
             ,
          
           
             Others
             the
             meat
             divide
             ,
             others
             make
             clean
             ,
          
           
             Set
             up
             and
             rub
             the
             Tables
             till
             they
             shine
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             now
             with
             the
             Suiters
             sate
          
           
             Fancying
             ,
             in
             case
             his
             father
             should
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Brought
             home
             by
             th'
             Gods
             or
             by
             some
             lucky
             fate
             ,
          
           
             How
             then
             these
             knaves
             would
             slink
             away
             for
             fear
             ;
          
           
             And
             he
             again
             recover
             his
             estate
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             own
             land
             rule
             without
             a
             Peer
             .
          
           
             He
             was
             the
             first
             that
             spi'd
             the
             Goddess
             ,
             and
          
           
             Then
             presently
             he
             hast'ned
             to
             the
             door
             ;
          
           
             Receives
             her
             Spear
             and
             takes
             her
             by
             the
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             both
             go
             in
             ,
             she
             after
             ,
             he
             before
             .
          
           
             You
             shall
             (
             said
             he
             )
             stranger
             be
             welcome
             here
             :
          
           
             But
             first
             let
             's
             sup
             ,
             and
             afterwards
             wee
             'l
             find
          
           
             Sufficient
             time
             both
             for
             me
             to
             inquire
             ,
          
           
             And
             you
             to
             tell
             your
             business
             and
             your
             mind
             .
          
           
             When
             they
             were
             come
             into
             the
             stately
             Hall
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Spear
             within
             a
             case
             he
             sets
             upright
          
           
           
             ●a
             pillar
             ,
             in
             which
             case
             the
             Spears
             were
             all
             ,
          
           
             His
             father
             left
             behind
             going
             to
             fight
             .
          
           
             ●hen
             led
             her
             to
             a
             chair
             ,
             which
             stood
             upon
          
           
             A
             dainty
             Carpet
             curiously
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             ●nd
             put
             t'
             her
             feet
             a
             stool
             to
             rest
             upon
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             himself
             a
             handsom
             stool
             he
             brought
             :
          
           
             ●hen
             did
             a
             Maid
             in
             a
             fine
             golden
             ewer
          
           
             Bring
             water
             for
             their
             hands
             ,
             and
             pours
             it
             on
          
           
             ●ver
             a
             Bason
             large
             of
             silver
             pure
             ,
          
           
             And
             set
             a
             table
             to
             them
             ,
             for
             both
             ,
             one
             .
          
           
             ●rom
             others
             seats
             remoter
             than
             to
             fear
          
           
             Their
             rudeness
             might
             offend
             her
             ,
             or
             that
             they
          
           
             Might
             peradventure
             listening
             overhear
          
           
             What
             he
             and
             she
             did
             of
             Ulysses
             say
             .
          
           
             Another
             sets
             on
             bread
             and
             other
             things
          
           
             To
             eat
             ,
             such
             as
             in
             her
             charge
             were
             at
             home
             .
          
           
             But
             flesh
             of
             many
             sorts
             the
             carver
             brings
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             cup-bearers
             often
             go
             and
             come
             .
          
           
             Then
             came
             the
             Suiters
             in
             ,
             and
             took
             their
             places
          
           
             All
             on
             a
             row
             .
             To
             each
             a
             table
             stands
             ,
          
           
             And
             golden
             boul
             ,
             one
             way
             look
             all
             their
             faces
             ,
          
           
             The
             waiters
             bring
             in
             water
             for
             their
             hands
             .
          
           
             The
             Maids
             in
             baskets
             bring
             both
             bread
             and
             meat
          
           
             On
             which
             they
             lay
             their
             hands
             with
             great
             good
             will
             ,
          
           
             And
             heartily
             and
             hastily
             they
             eat
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             brim
             their
             cups
             the
             Servants
             fill
             .
          
           
             When
             they
             of
             hunger
             had
             pluckt
             out
             the
             sting
             ,
          
           
             The
             lusty
             Suiters
             thoughts
             converted
             were
          
           
             To
             dancing
             ,
             and
             to
             hear
             the
             minstril
             sing
             ,
          
           
             Sports
             that
             are
             consecrated
             to
             good
             chear
             .
          
           
             To
             Phemius
             the
             minstril
             that
             was
             by
          
           
             Unwillingly
             ,
             forc'd
             by
             th'
             unruly
             throng
             ,
          
           
             They
             brought
             a
             Cittern
             ,
             and
             he
             presently
          
           
             Began
             to
             play
             ,
             and
             then
             to
             s●…g
             a
             song
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             the
             Goddess
             Pallas
             ,
             in
             her
             ear
          
           
             Telemachus
             began
             to
             speak
             his
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Not
             being
             willing
             any
             else
             should
             hear
             .
          
           
             Excuse
             me
             ,
             Friend
             ,
             that
             I
             say
             what
             I
             find
             .
          
           
             You
             see
             the
             care
             of
             these
             men
             what
             it
             is
             ,
          
           
             Singing
             and
             dancing
             .
             And
             no
             wonder
             ,
             since
          
           
           
             That
             which
             they
             spend
             is
             not
             their
             own
             ,
             but
             his
          
           
             Whose
             bones
             lie
             somewhere
             naked
             far
             from
             hence
          
           
             Unburied
             ,
             it
             may
             be
             on
             the
             ground
             ,
          
           
             There
             rotting
             as
             he
             lies
             i'
             th'
             dew
             and
             rain
             ,
          
           
             Or
             else
             at
             Sea
             ,
             perhaps
             ,
             if
             he
             be
             drown'd
             ,
          
           
             The
             waves
             his
             body
             roll
             upon
             the
             main
             .
          
           
             If
             him
             at
             home
             the
             best
             of
             them
             should
             meet
          
           
             Safely
             arriv'd
             in
             Ithaca
             ,
             he
             would
          
           
             Much
             rather
             wish
             ,
             I
             think
             ,
             for
             nimble
             feet
          
           
             Than
             to
             be
             rich
             in
             garments
             or
             in
             gold
             .
          
           
             But
             Oh!
             He
             's
             dead
             ,
             and
             of
             some
             cruel
             death
             ;
          
           
             And
             though
             some
             tell
             us
             he
             is
             coming
             home
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             comfortless
             ,
             for
             he
             's
             bereav'd
             of
             breath
             .
          
           
             To
             Ithaca
             I
             ne'r
             shall
             see
             him
             come
             .
          
           
             But
             let
             this
             pass
             ,
             and
             tell
             me
             truly
             now
          
           
             Your
             own
             ,
             your
             Fathers
             ,
             and
             your
             Countries
             name
             ,
          
           
             And
             further
             I
             desire
             you
             'll
             let
             me
             know
             ,
          
           
             Whence
             are
             the
             Mariners
             that
             with
             you
             came
          
           
             Unto
             this
             Town
             ,
             and
             tell
             me
             this
             likewise
          
           
             Where
             rideth
             the
             good
             ship
             that
             brought
             you
             to
             't
             .
          
           
             For
             verily
             I
             can
             no
             way
             devise
          
           
             How
             you
             should
             come
             on
             horsback
             or
             on
             foot
             .
          
           
             And
             tell
             me
             were
             you
             never
             here
             before
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             saw
             my
             Father
             whilst
             he
             here
             abode
             ?
          
           
             For
             strangers
             came
             to
             visit
             him
             good
             store
          
           
             As
             having
             much
             converst
             with
             men
             abroad
             .
          
           
             I
             'll
             clearly
             speak
             (
             said
             Pallas
             )
             t'every
             thing
             .
          
           
             My
             Father
             was
             Anchialus
             ,
             and
             I
          
           
             Me●tes
             ,
             my
             City
             Taphos
             ,
             and
             I
             King
             ;
          
           
             My
             people
             to
             the
             Oar
             themselves
             apply
             .
          
           
             At
             present
             bound
             I
             am
             to
             T●misè
          
           
             For
             Brass
             ;
             and
             Iron
             I
             carry
             with
             me
             thither
             .
          
           
             Under
             mount
             Neion
             ,
             not
             near
             Ithaca
          
           
             My
             Ship
             at
             Reithrus
             rideth
             safe
             from
             weather
             .
          
           
             As
             for
             your
             Father
             ,
             we
             were
             mutual
             Guests
             ,
          
           
             (
             Ask
             the
             old
             Lord
             Laërtes
             )
             from
             our
             youth
             .
          
           
             With
             one
             old
             Maid
             alone
             his
             meat
             to
             dress
             ,
          
           
             He
             lives
             at
             's
             Country-house
             ,
             he
             'll
             tell
             you
             truth
             .
          
           
             There
             creeps
             he
             in
             his
             Vineyard
             up
             and
             down
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             came
             hither
             now
             ,
             'cause
             I
             was
             told
          
           
           
             By
             some
             ,
             his
             Son
             Ulysses
             was
             in
             Town
             .
          
           
             But
             't
             is
             not
             so
             .
             The
             Gods
             do
             him
             withhold
          
           
             From
             his
             dear
             wise
             ,
             and
             native
             Country
             still
          
           
             Within
             an
             Island
             ,
             where
             the
             Savage
             men
          
           
             By
             ●orce
             detain
             him
             ,
             much
             against
             his
             will
             :
          
           
             But
             all
             in
             vain
             .
             He
             shall
             return
             agen
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             presage
             ,
             and
             come
             it
             shall
             to
             pass
             ,
          
           
             That
             am
             no
             Prophet
             ,
             nor
             Birds
             understand
             ,
          
           
             Though
             he
             were
             tied
             there
             with
             Chains
             of
             Brass
             ,
          
           
             He
             shall
             get
             loose
             and
             see
             his
             native
             Land.
          
           
             But
             say
             ,
             are
             you
             indeed
             ,
             that
             are
             so
             grown
             ,
          
           
             His
             Son
             ?
             Your
             heads
             and
             eyes
             are
             like
             (
             I
             mark
             )
          
           
             For
             we
             were
             well
             to
             one
             another
             known
             ,
          
           
             But
             't
             was
             before
             he
             did
             for
             Troy
             imbark
          
           
             With
             other
             Princes
             of
             the
             Argive
             youth
             ;
          
           
             But
             never
             saw
             him
             since
             .
             That
             I
             'm
             his
             Son
          
           
             (
             Said
             he
             )
             my
             Mother
             says
             But
             who
             in
             truth
          
           
             Knoweth
             who
             't
             was
             that
             got
             him
             ?
             I
             think
             none
             .
          
           
             If
             I
             might
             chuse
             my
             Father
             ,
             I
             would
             be
          
           
             His
             Son
             that
             groweth
             old
             on
             's
             own
             estate
             .
          
           
             But
             whom
             they
             tell
             me
             is
             my
             Father
             ,
             he
          
           
             Of
             all
             men
             is
             the
             most
             unfortunate
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             the
             Goddess
             ,
             Howsoe'r
             that
             be
             ,
          
           
             The
             Gods
             will
             never
             nameless
             leave
             your
             kind
             ,
          
           
             That
             are
             the
             Son
             of
             fair
             Penelope
             ,
          
           
             And
             so
             well
             fram'd
             in
             body
             and
             in
             mind
             .
          
           
             ●ut
             say
             ,
             What
             Feast
             is
             this
             ,
             and
             who
             these
             be
             .
          
           
             You
             have
             no
             cause
             to
             feast
             .
             Their
             conversation
          
           
             ●leases
             me
             not
             .
             'T
             is
             rude
             ,
             unmannerly
             .
          
           
             What
             is
             't
             a
             Wedding
             .
             or
             is
             't
             a
             collation
             ?
          
           
             ●riend
             ,
             since
             you
             ask
             (
             said
             he
             )
             take
             the
             whole
             Story
             ,
          
           
             This
             house
             was
             rich
             ,
             my
             Father
             being
             here
             ,
          
           
             But
             th'
             unkind
             Gods
             have
             taken
             hence
             that
             glory
             :
          
           
             For
             where
             he
             is
             ,
             a
             word
             we
             cannot
             hear
             .
          
           
             ●èss
             had
             I
             griev'd
             ,
             if
             he
             his
             life
             had
             lost
          
           
             With
             other
             Arg●●e
             Lords
             under
             Troy
             wall
             ,
          
           
             ●r
             (
             the
             War
             done
             )
             'mong
             ▪
             ●hose
             that
             love
             him
             most
             .
          
           
             Then
             had
             he
             had
             a
             noble
             Funeral
             ,
          
           
             At
             which
             th'Achaean
             Princes
             would
             have
             been
             ,
          
           
             And
             th'
             honour
             had
             redounded
             to
             his
             Son.
          
           
           
             But
             now
             alas
             !
             devour'd
             by
             Harpies
             keen
             ,
          
           
             Unheard
             of
             and
             unaskt-for
             he
             is
             gone
             ,
          
           
             Leaving
             me
             here
             behind
             to
             sigh
             and
             grone
             .
          
           
             Besides
             ,
             the
             Gods
             have
             given
             me
             other
             care
          
           
             Bitter
             enough
             .
             'T
             is
             not
             for
             him
             alone
          
           
             My
             heart
             is
             rent
             .
             There
             other
             mischiefs
             are
             .
          
           
             How
             many
             Lords
             within
             these
             Is●es
             do
             sway
          
           
             
               Same
               ,
               Dulichium
               ,
               Ithaca
            
             ,
             and
             Zant
             ,
          
           
             So
             many
             Suitors
             duly
             every
             day
          
           
             For
             marriage
             with
             my
             Mother
             the
             house
             haunt
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             she
             can
             none
             put
             off
             ,
             and
             will
             none
             marry
             ,
          
           
             They
             spend
             my
             corn
             and
             wine
             ,
             and
             cattle
             kill
             ,
          
           
             And
             eating
             here
             and
             drinking
             still
             they
             tarry
             ,
          
           
             And
             me
             perhaps
             at
             last
             they
             murder
             will.
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             said
             ,
             Is
             't
             so
             ?
             'T
             is
             time
             indeed
          
           
             Your
             Father
             hither
             were
             come
             back
             agen
             ,
          
           
             Having
             so
             long
             been
             absent
             hence
             ,
             with
             speed
          
           
             To
             lay
             his
             hands
             upon
             these
             shameless
             men
             .
          
           
             Oh!
             that
             just
             now
             within
             the
             gates
             he
             stood
          
           
             Of
             th'outer
             Court
             ,
             I
             would
             desire
             no
             more
             ,
          
           
             Arm'd
             with
             two
             Spears
             ,
             Buckler
             ,
             and
             Helmet
             good
             ,
          
           
             Such
             now
             ,
             as
             I
             have
             seen
             him
             heretosore
             .
          
           
             From
             ●phy●●
             he
             took
             our
             house
             in
             's
             way
             ,
          
           
             Where
             first
             I
             saw
             him
             merry
             drinking
             wine
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             had
             been
             with
             Ilus
             ,
             him
             to
             pray
          
           
             To
             give
             him
             for
             his
             shafts
             a
             medicine
             ,
          
           
             Wherewith
             to
             make
             them
             all
             they
             wound
             to
             kill
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             refus'd
             ,
             fearing
             the
             powers
             above
             .
          
           
             And
             't
             was
             my
             Father
             gave
             t'
             him
             for
             good
             will
             :
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             he
             did
             him
             very
             dearly
             love
             .
          
           
             If
             such
             as
             then
             ,
             Ulysses
             should
             appear
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Suiters
             now
             ,
             short
             liv'd
             ,
             I
             ●row
          
           
             They'd
             be
             ,
             and
             have
             but
             bitter
             wedding
             chear
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             he
             shall
             come
             home
             ,
             Gods
             only
             know
             ,
          
           
             Or
             whether
             you
             shall
             see
             him
             any
             more
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             consider
             by
             what
             means
             you
             may
          
           
             Get
             the
             unruly
             Suiters
             out
             of
             door
             ,
          
           
             That
             so
             oppress
             you
             ,
             and
             your
             house
             annoy
             .
          
           
             And
             first
             observe
             what
             I
             shall
             you
             advise
             .
          
           
             Convoque
             the
             People
             to
             the
             Market-place
             ;
          
           
           
             Protest
             the
             Gods
             against
             their
             injuries
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             the
             whole
             Assembly
             know
             your
             case
             .
          
           
             Say
             ,
             if
             they
             needs
             will
             wed
             her
             ,
             let
             her
             go
          
           
             Back
             to
             her
             Father
             ,
             who
             the
             match
             should
             make
             ,
          
           
             And
             offer
             for
             her
             what
             is
             fit
             ;
             and
             so
          
           
             Which
             of
             them
             she
             likes
             best
             him
             let
             her
             take
             .
          
           
             And
             for
             your self
             ,
             I
             think
             it
             your
             best
             way
             ,
          
           
             In
             a
             good
             Bark
             of
             twenty
             Oars
             abroad
             ,
          
           
             T'
             enquire
             what
             men
             can
             of
             your
             Father
             say
             ,
          
           
             Or
             what
             some
             lucky
             signe
             from
             Jove
             may
             bode
             ▪
          
           
             Go
             first
             to
             Pyle
             ,
             enquire
             of
             Nestor
             ;
             Then
          
           
             To
             Sparta
             .
             Ask
             of
             Menelaus
             ,
             whom
          
           
             Of
             all
             which
             had
             at
             Troy
             commanded
             men
          
           
             The
             Gods
             t'Achaia
             brought
             the
             latest
             home
             .
          
           
             If
             of
             his
             safety
             and
             return
             you
             hear
             ,
          
           
             How
             much
             soever
             they
             waste
             your
             estate
             ,
          
           
             Indure
             their
             riot
             yet
             another
             year
             .
          
           
             If
             dead
             ,
             come
             back
             ,
             and
             fairly
             celebrate
          
           
             His
             Rites
             ,
             and
             give
             your
             Mother
             whom
             she
             will
          
           
             For
             Husband
             .
             Then
             bethink
             you
             ,
             how
             you
             may
          
           
             By
             open
             force
             ,
             or
             howsoever
             kill
          
           
             These
             shameless
             Suiters
             that
             your
             means
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             Be
             fool'd
             no
             more
             .
             You
             're
             now
             at
             mans
             estate
             .
          
           
             Aegistus
             shew
             Orestes
             Father
             .
             He
          
           
             Aegistus
             slew
             .
             Who
             does
             not
             this
             relate
          
           
             With
             honour
             to
             Orestes
             memory
             ?
          
           
             And
             you
             ,
             my
             Friend
             ,
             you
             are
             a
             goodly
             man.
          
           
             Take
             heart
             .
             Gain
             honour
             .
             I
             must
             now
             be
             gone
             ;
          
           
             My
             crew
             with
             patience
             no
             longer
             can
          
           
             Stay
             for
             me
             ;
             therefore
             think
             what
             's
             to
             be
             done
             .
          
           
             Your
             counsel
             (
             said
             Telemachus
             )
             is
             such
          
           
             As
             might
             become
             a
             Father
             to
             his
             Son.
          
           
             I
             'll
             not
             forget
             it
             .
             Though
             your
             hast
             be
             much
             ,
          
           
             Stay
             yet
             a
             while
             ;
             be
             not
             so
             quickly
             gone
             .
          
           
             Wash
             and
             take
             food
             ,
             and
             then
             go
             merrily
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             you
             a
             fair
             Present
             from
             me
             take
             ,
          
           
             Whereby
             to
             keep
             me
             in
             your
             memory
             ;
          
           
             Such
             as
             kind
             friends
             to
             one
             another
             make
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             the
             Goddess
             ,
             Now
             I
             cannot
             stay
             .
          
           
             As
             for
             your
             Present
             I
             will
             not
             deny
             it
             ,
          
           
           
             But
             take
             it
             at
             my
             coming
             back
             this
             way
             ,
          
           
             How
             much
             soe'r
             you
             mean
             t'
             oblige
             me
             by
             it
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             she
             mounted
             from
             him
             to
             the
             Sky
          
           
             In
             likeness
             of
             an
             Eagle
             ,
             to
             his
             wonder
             ,
          
           
             Who
             thought
             it
             was
             some
             God
             ,
             and
             grew
             thereby
          
           
             Bolder
             ,
             and
             on
             his
             Father
             more
             did
             ponder
             .
          
           
             And
             streightway
             to
             the
             Suiters
             went
             ,
             who
             were
          
           
             Now
             come
             again
             into
             the
             house
             ,
             and
             seated
          
           
             A
             Song
             which
             Phemius
             then
             sung
             to
             hear
             ,
          
           
             Containing
             how
             the
             Grecians
             retreated
          
           
             Unfortunately
             from
             the
             Trojan
             shore
          
           
             By
             Pallas
             doings
             whom
             they
             had
             offended
             .
          
           
             Penelope
             that
             heard
             it
             and
             was
             more
          
           
             Concerned
             than
             they
             all
             streightway
             descended
             .
          
           
             She
             entred
             not
             but
             in
             the
             door
             did
             stand
          
           
             Vail'd
             with
             a
             Scarf
             which
             on
             her
             head
             she
             wore
             ,
          
           
             Having
             a
             waiting-woman
             on
             each
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             singer
             thus
             said
             ,
             weeping
             sore
             .
          
           
             Phemius
             y'have
             better
             Songs
             ,
             why
             sing
             you
             then
          
           
             This
             sad
             one
             ?
             Fitter
             't
             were
             the
             deeds
             to
             tell
          
           
             Of
             mighty
             Gods
             ,
             and
             mighty
             deeds
             of
             men
             ,
          
           
             Which
             sure
             would
             please
             the
             Company
             as
             well
             .
          
           
             Sing
             one
             of
             those
             ,
             and
             let
             them
             hear
             and
             drink
          
           
             Give
             over
             this
             .
             You
             touch
             my
             interest
             ,
          
           
             And
             wound
             my
             heart
             in
             forcing
             me
             to
             think
          
           
             Upon
             my
             husband
             ,
             of
             all
             Greeks
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             Good
             Mother
             why
          
           
             Should
             not
             the
             Singer
             chuse
             what
             Song
             to
             sing
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             part
             it
             is
             to
             please
             the
             Company
             ?
          
           
             It
             is
             not
             he
             that
             does
             the
             evil
             bring
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             none
             of
             Phemius
             fault
             ,
             but
             th'
             Act
             of
             Jove
          
           
             Who
             deals
             to
             all
             men
             ,
             all
             things
             as
             he
             please
             .
          
           
             Should
             he
             not
             sing
             the
             Songs
             that
             men
             most
             love
          
           
             The
             new'st
             ?
             The
             Greeks
             sad
             passage
             o'r
             the
             Seas
             ?
          
           
             Be
             patient
             ,
             many
             more
             besides
             u●y●●●s
             ,
          
           
             Come
             short
             ●om
             Troy
             by
             one
             fate
             or
             ano●her
             ,
          
           
             No●
             are
             you
             th'
             only
             wi●e
             her
             husband
             misses
             .
          
           
             Many
             men
             else
             are
             lost
             .
             Therefore
             good
             Mother
          
           
             Go
             to
             your
             w●…k
             again
             above
             ,
             and
             see
          
           
             Your
             〈…〉
             censuring
             of
             Songs
          
           
           
             Unto
             us
             men
             ,
             and
             specially
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             To
             whom
             the
             greatest
             power
             here
             belongs
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             her
             Chamber
             up
             she
             went
             again
          
           
             With
             her
             two
             Maids
             ,
             and
             there
             began
             to
             weep
             ,
          
           
             Being
             for
             her
             dear
             husband
             in
             great
             pain
             ,
          
           
             And
             wept
             till
             
               Pall
               as
            
             clos'd
             her
             eyes
             with
             sleep
             .
          
           
             Men
             while
             the
             Suiters
             into
             clusters
             ran
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             t'another
             his
             thoughts
             uttered
          
           
             With
             noise
             enough
             .
             But
             there
             was
             not
             a
             man
          
           
             That
             did
             not
             wish
             to
             have
             her
             in
             his
             bed
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             them
             spake
             Telemachus
             ;
             D'
             ye
             hear
          
           
             Proud
             Suiters
             of
             my
             Mother
             ,
             let
             's
             I
             pray
          
           
             Give
             ear
             unto
             the
             Singer
             ,
             and
             forbear
          
           
             Clamour
             .
             To
             morrow
             is
             the
             Council
             day
             ,
          
           
             There
             I
             shall
             warn
             you
             publikely
             ,
             no
             more
          
           
             To
             haunt
             my
             house
             ,
             but
             each
             man
             home
             to
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             to
             feast
             by
             turns
             on
             your
             own
             store
             ;
          
           
             And
             if
             you
             be
             not
             willing
             to
             do
             so
             ,
          
           
             But
             your
             own
             means
             to
             spare
             ,
             shall
             think
             it
             best
          
           
             To
             feast
             your selves
             on
             one
             mans
             substance
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             ruine
             his
             estate
             ,
             go
             on
             and
             feast
          
           
             While
             I
             upon
             the
             Gods
             for
             vengeance
             call
             .
          
           
             O
             that
             the
             mighty
             Jove
             would
             so
             ordain
             ,
          
           
             That
             all
             mens
             actions
             might
             be
             repaid
          
           
             As
             they
             deserve
             !
             Then
             should
             you
             all
             be
             slain
          
           
             Within
             my
             doors
             .
             After
             he
             this
             had
             said
             ,
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             bit
             their
             lips
             ,
             and
             silent
             mused
          
           
             At
             the
             strange
             boldness
             of
             Telemachus
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             Language
             which
             the
             Youngman
             used
             ,
          
           
             To
             which
             none
             answer'd
             but
             Antinous
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             (
             quoth
             he
             )
             have
             taught
             you
             a
             high
             strai●
          
           
             Of
             Language
             ,
             and
             undaunted
             Oratory
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             their
             meaning
             were
             that
             you
             should
             reign
          
           
             Here
             ,
             o'r
             us
             all
             ,
             I
             should
             be
             very
             sorry
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             repli'd
             ,
             Think
             what
             you
             will.
          
           
             If
             Jove
             consent
             ,
             why
             should
             not
             I
             be
             King
             ?
          
           
             What
             harm
             is
             it
             ;
             with
             wealth
             my
             house
             to
             fill
             ,
          
           
             Besides
             the
             honour
             it
             will
             with
             it
             bring
             ?
          
           
             In
             Ithaca
             there
             many
             Princes
             be
             ,
          
           
             You
             'll
             say
             ,
             would
             be
             as
             glad
             to
             rule
             as
             I.
          
           
           
             No
             matter
             ,
             whosoe'r
             be
             King
             ,
             not
             he
             ,
          
           
             But
             I
             am
             King
             in
             my
             own
             Family
             .
          
           
             Who
             (
             said
             Eurymachus
             )
             shall
             have
             the
             hap
          
           
             To
             reign
             in
             Ithaca
             is
             hard
             to
             guess
             ,
          
           
             It
             lies
             yet
             folded
             up
             within
             Joves
             lap
             .
          
           
             None
             shall
             ,
             Telemachus
             ,
             you
             dispossess
          
           
             Of
             house
             ,
             or
             land
             ,
             or
             goods
             ,
             by
             violence
             ,
          
           
             As
             long
             as
             there
             in
             Ithaca
             be
             men
             .
          
           
             But
             tell
             me
             who
             that
             was
             ,
             that
             now
             went
             hence
             ,
          
           
             Where
             he
             was
             born
             ,
             and
             where
             he
             dwells
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             His
             errand
             ,
             whether
             business
             of
             his
             own
             ,
          
           
             Or
             some
             news
             from
             Ulysses
             brought
             perchance
             ,
          
           
             And
             went
             so
             soon
             away
             ,
             t'
             avoid
             being
             known
             .
          
           
             He
             was
             no
             mean
             man
             by
             his
             countenance
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             My
             Father
             's
             dead
             ,
          
           
             We
             never
             shall
             again
             see
             one
             another
             .
          
           
             With
             Messengers
             I
             trouble
             not
             my
             head
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             Soothsayers
             that
             do
             but
             sooth
             my
             Mother
             .
          
           
             The
             man
             my
             Fathers
             old
             acquaintance
             was
             ,
          
           
             
               Mentes
               Anchialides
            
             ,
             and
             his
             Town
          
           
             Taphos
             ,
             and
             he
             thereof
             the
             ruling
             has
             .
          
           
             His
             people
             for
             their
             Trade
             by
             Sea
             well
             known
             .
          
           
             Thus
             said
             he
             ,
             though
             he
             doubted
             not
             at
             all
          
           
             But
             't
             was
             some
             God.
             Mean
             while
             the
             Suiters
             staying
          
           
             For
             th'evenings
             coming
             on
             ,
             to
             dancing
             fall
             ,
          
           
             Or
             listen
             to
             the
             minstrel's
             Song
             and
             playing
             .
          
           
             The
             evening
             came
             ,
             the
             Suiters
             went
             away
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             went
             also
             to
             his
             bed
          
           
             In
             a
             warm
             stately
             Chamber
             ,
             where
             he
             lay
          
           
             Ranging
             the
             many
             cares
             he
             had
             in
             's
             head
             ;
          
           
             Euryclea
             a
             Torch
             before
             him
             bore
             ,
          
           
             Daughter
             of
             Ops
             ,
             now
             old
             ,
             but
             at
             the
             time
          
           
             Laertes
             did
             her
             purchase
             heretofore
          
           
             For
             twenty
             Oxen
             ,
             she
             was
             in
             her
             prime
             .
          
           
             He
             honour'd
             her
             as
             if
             sh
             'had
             been
             his
             wife
             ;
          
           
             But
             from
             her
             bed
             perpetually
             forbore
             ,
          
           
             T'
             avoid
             suspition
             ,
             and
             domestick
             strife
             .
          
           
             Sh
             'had
             nurst
             Telemachus
             ,
             and
             lov'd
             him
             more
          
           
             Than
             did
             the
             other
             Maids
             ,
             and
             now
             she
             stands
          
           
             To
             light
             him
             .
             He
             unlocks
             the
             door
             ,
             goes
             in
             ,
          
           
           
             Takes
             off
             his
             Coat
             ,
             puts
             it
             into
             her
             hands
             ,
          
           
             She
             foldeth
             ,
             brusheth
             ,
             hangs
             it
             on
             a
             pin
             .
          
           
             Then
             forth
             she
             went
             ,
             and
             by
             a
             silver
             ring
          
           
             Pulls
             to
             the
             door
             .
             And
             there
             all
             night
             he
             lay
          
           
             Remembring
             Pallas
             words
             ,
             and
             pondering
          
           
             Upon
             the
             business
             of
             the
             following
             day
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           II.
           
        
         
           
             SOon
             as
             the
             Rosie
             Morning
             did
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             himself
             array'd
             and
             shod
             ,
          
           
             Puts
             on
             his
             Sword
             ,
             and
             takes
             in
             hand
             his
             Spear
             ,
          
           
             And
             out
             he
             went
             appearing
             like
             a
             God.
          
           
             And
             streight
             unto
             the
             Cryers
             gave
             command
             ,
          
           
             To
             call
             the
             People
             to
             the
             Publike
             place
             .
          
           
             The
             People
             met
             .
             And
             then
             with
             Spear
             in
             hand
          
           
             He
             to
             them
             takes
             his
             way
             ;
             and
             followed
             was
          
           
             By
             two
             white
             Dogs
             .
             Then
             takes
             his
             Fathers
             Throne
             ;
          
           
             His
             Elders
             gave
             him
             way
             ;
             all
             on
             him
             gaze
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             the
             Goddess
             Pallas
             of
             her
             own
          
           
             Had
             let
             Authority
             upon
             his
             Face
             .
          
           
             The
             first
             that
             spake
             was
             old
             Aegyptius
             ,
          
           
             Stooping
             with
             age
             ,
             of
             great
             experience
             :
          
           
             One
             Son
             of
             his
             whose
             name
             was
             Antiphus
             ,
          
           
             Went
             to
             the
             Siege
             of
             Troy
             ,
             but
             coming
             thence
          
           
             He
             died
             in
             the
             Savage
             Cyclops
             jaws
             ,
          
           
             When
             with
             Ulysses
             he
             was
             in
             his
             den
             .
          
           
             Euronymus
             one
             of
             the
             Suiters
             was
             ;
          
           
             The
             others
             with
             their
             Father
             dwelled
             then
             .
          
           
             But
             still
             he
             grieved
             was
             for
             Antiphus
             .
          
           
             The
             tears
             ran
             down
             his
             cheeks
             ,
             and
             weeping
             he
          
           
             Rose
             up
             ,
             and
             said
             unto
             th'
             Assembly
             thus
             ,
          
           
             Ye
             men
             of
             Ithaca
             ,
             I
             pray
             hear
             me
             ;
          
           
           
             Since
             we
             to
             Ulysses
             sent
             with
             Ships
             ,
          
           
             We
             ne'r
             convoked
             were
             to
             Parliament
             .
          
           
             What
             need
             have
             young
             or
             old
             men
             of
             our
             Lips
             ?
          
           
             And
             who
             is
             he
             that
             now
             doth
             us
             convent
             ?
          
           
             Has
             he
             informed
             been
             of
             some
             Invasion
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             us
             the
             same
             would
             first
             report
             ?
          
           
             Or
             on
             some
             other
             Publike
             great
             occasion
          
           
             Would
             give
             us
             Counsel
             ?
             The
             Gods
             bless
             him
             for
             't
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             presently
             up
             stands
             ,
          
           
             Though
             well
             contented
             with
             his
             Fathers
             praise
             .
          
           
             The
             Crier
             puts
             the
             Scepter
             in
             his
             hands
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             Aegyptius
             first
             he
             speaks
             ,
             and
             says
             ,
          
           
             Here
             am
             I
             ,
             that
             the
             people
             have
             convok'd
             .
          
           
             Nor
             do
             I
             any
             news
             or
             counsel
             bring
             .
          
           
             But
             by
             my
             private
             suffrings
             am
             provok'd
             .
          
           
             Which
             here
             I
             offer
             t'
             your
             considering
             .
          
           
             Is
             it
             not
             grief
             enough
             ,
             my
             Fathers
             loss
             ,
          
           
             That
             ruled
             like
             a
             Father
             to
             us
             all
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             I
             must
             yet
             bear
             a
             greater
             cross
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             his
             house
             to
             utter
             ruine
             fall
             ?
          
           
             My
             Mothers
             house
             the
             Suiters
             daily
             fill
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             best
             of
             you
             they
             Children
             are
             .
          
           
             She
             wedded
             must
             be
             with
             her
             Fathers
             will.
          
           
             But
             to
             her
             Father
             go
             they
             do
             not
             dare
             .
          
           
             But
             in
             my
             house
             continually
             they
             stay
             ,
          
           
             And
             Sacrifice
             my
             Beeves
             ,
             and
             Goats
             ,
             and
             Sheep
             ,
          
           
             My
             wine
             exhaust
             ,
             and
             much
             they
             cast
             away
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             Ulysses
             lost
             is
             on
             the
             deep
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             my self
             unable
             to
             defend
             .
          
           
             But
             shall
             I
             so
             be
             still
             ,
             or
             once
             be
             able
          
           
             To
             bring
             upon
             these
             men
             unjust
             their
             end
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             injuries
             no
             more
             are
             tolerable
             ?
          
           
             Take
             it
             to
             heart
             .
             Think
             how
             't
             will
             taken
             be
          
           
             By
             other
             States
             .
             Fear
             from
             the
             Gods
             some
             change
             ,
          
           
             That
             are
             not
             pleas'd
             with
             such
             iniquity
             ,
          
           
             And
             may
             in
             closer
             order
             make
             you
             range
             .
          
           
             By
             Jove
             I
             you
             adjure
             ,
             and
             Themis
             ,
             who
          
           
             Convokes
             Assemblies
             ,
             and
             revokes
             again
             ,
          
           
             Forbear
             these
             evil
             deeds
             your selves
             to
             do
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             your
             Sons
             the
             liberty
             restrain
             .
          
           
           
             Leave
             me
             to
             suffer
             misery
             alone
             .
          
           
             Hurt
             none
             but
             me
             .
             Unless
             my
             Father
             have
          
           
             In
             hatred
             of
             you
             some
             great
             evil
             done
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             revenge
             these
             men
             such
             power
             you
             gave
             .
          
           
             But
             better
             't
             were
             for
             me
             ,
             that
             you
             than
             they
          
           
             Should
             spend
             my
             Treasure
             and
             my
             comings
             in
             .
          
           
             For
             if
             among
             so
             many
             men
             it
             lay
             ,
          
           
             Begging
             I
             might
             from
             them
             the
             value
             win
             .
          
           
             But
             for
             my
             case
             no
             help
             can
             now
             be
             found
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             
               Telema
               hus
            
             in
             choler
             high
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             him
             threw
             the
             Scepter
             to
             the
             ground
             .
          
           
             Nor
             could
             fotbear
             to
             left
             fall
             tears
             and
             sigh
             .
          
           
             The
             People
             piti'd
             him
             ,
             but
             silent
             sat
             .
          
           
             None
             but
             Antinous
             durst
             answer
             make
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             too
             passionate
          
           
             You
             are
             ,
             and
             too
             much
             liberty
             you
             take
             .
          
           
             The
             Peoples
             hatred
             you
             would
             very
             fain
          
           
             Draw
             to
             the
             Suiters
             ,
             and
             procure
             them
             shame
             .
          
           
             But
             from
             your
             Mother
             cometh
             all
             your
             pain
             ;
          
           
             And
             therefore
             her
             ,
             not
             us
             you
             ought
             to
             blame
             .
          
           
             Three
             years
             are
             gone
             and
             past
             ,
             the
             fourth
             is
             this
             ,
          
           
             Since
             she
             her
             Suiters
             baffled
             has
             with
             Art
             ,
          
           
             Putting
             each
             one
             in
             hope
             by
             Messages
             ,
          
           
             And
             Promises
             that
             he
             had
             gain'd
             her
             heart
             .
          
           
             Moreover
             ,
             setting
             up
             a
             Beam
             to
             weave
             ,
          
           
             Suiters
             (
             said
             she
             )
             since
             dead
             Ulysses
             is
             ,
          
           
             Stay
             yet
             a
             little
             while
             ,
             and
             give
             me
             leave
          
           
             To
             make
             an
             end
             but
             of
             one
             business
             .
          
           
             I
             must
             for
             old
             Laertes
             make
             a
             Cloath
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             his
             Sepulchre
             he
             is
             to
             wear
             .
          
           
             T'
             offend
             the
             wives
             of
             Greece
             I
             should
             be
             loath
             .
          
           
             For
             to
             accuse
             me
             they
             will
             not
             forbear
             ;
          
           
             But
             say
             I
             very
             hasty
             was
             to
             wed
             ,
          
           
             If
             I
             go
             hence
             and
             not
             provide
             a
             shroud
          
           
             Wherein
             Laertes
             may
             be
             buried
             .
          
           
             Out
             of
             such
             wealth
             ,
             that
             might
             have
             been
             allow'd
             .
          
           
             Her
             Suiters
             all
             were
             well
             content
             .
             And
             then
          
           
             All
             day
             she
             wove
             ,
             but
             ere
             she
             went
             to
             bed
             ,
          
           
             What
             she
             had
             wov'n
             ,
             she
             ravell'd
             out
             agen
             .
          
           
             Three
             years
             her
             Suiters
             thus
             she
             frustrated
             .
          
           
           
             In
             the
             fourth
             year
             her
             women
             her
             betraid
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             we
             came
             ,
             whilst
             she
             the
             web
             undid
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             to
             end
             it
             she
             could
             not
             avoid
             .
          
           
             Since
             now
             her
             purpose
             could
             no
             more
             be
             hid
             .
          
           
             To
             your
             complaint
             the
             Suiters
             answer
             thus
             ,
          
           
             (
             Take
             notice
             of
             it
             you
             and
             all
             the
             rest
             )
          
           
             Send
             back
             your
             Mother
             to
             Icarius
             .
          
           
             There
             let
             her
             marry
             whom
             they
             both
             think
             best
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             she
             think
             to
             vex
             us
             longer
             yet
             ,
          
           
             Caring
             for
             nothing
             but
             for
             Pallas
             Gifts
             ,
          
           
             To
             have
             the
             reputation
             for
             wit
             ,
          
           
             And
             skilfulness
             in
             curious
             work
             and
             shifts
             ,
          
           
             Wherein
             the
             Achaean
             wives
             she
             doth
             excel
             ,
          
           
             Both
             old
             and
             young
             ,
             
               Trro
               ,
               Alcmen
               '
               ,
               Micen
               '
               ,
            
          
           
             Although
             with
             us
             she
             hath
             not
             dealed
             well
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             to
             use
             us
             so
             she
             longer
             mean
             ,
          
           
             So
             much
             the
             longer
             with
             you
             we
             shall
             eat
             .
          
           
             Which
             to
             Penelope
             will
             be
             a
             glory
             .
          
           
             But
             we
             consume
             shall
             so
             much
             of
             your
             meat
             ,
          
           
             If
             long
             we
             stay
             there
             ,
             that
             you
             will
             be
             sorry
             .
          
           
             For
             so
             long
             as
             she
             dodges
             with
             us
             thus
             ,
          
           
             No
             whither
             from
             your
             house
             will
             we
             depart
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             him
             answered
             Telemachus
             ,
          
           
             Antinous
             ,
             I
             ne'r
             shall
             have
             the
             heart
          
           
             To
             send
             my
             Mother
             hence
             against
             her
             will.
          
           
             Abroad
             my
             Father
             is
             ,
             alive
             or
             dead
             .
          
           
             That
             I
             her
             Father
             should
             repay
             ,
             were
             ill
             ,
          
           
             For
             forcing
             her
             to
             leave
             her
             husbands
             bed
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             Furies
             I
             shall
             suffer
             worse
             .
          
           
             For
             if
             I
             force
             her
             from
             my
             house
             to
             go
          
           
             Whether
             she
             will
             or
             not
             ,
             she
             will
             me
             curse
             .
          
           
             And
             men
             will
             of
             me
             be
             revenged
             too
             .
          
           
             If
             it
             displease
             you
             that
             she
             stayeth
             here
             ,
          
           
             You
             have
             your
             remedy
             ;
             you
             may
             go
             home
          
           
             And
             ,
             ev'ry
             one
             make
             all
             the
             rest
             good
             chear
          
           
             By
             turns
             ,
             and
             into
             my
             house
             never
             come
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             you
             needs
             will
             feed
             on
             me
             alone
             ,
          
           
             I
             can
             but
             to
             the
             Gods
             ,
             for
             vengeance
             call
             ,
          
           
             And
             reparation
             for
             what
             is
             done
             .
          
           
             Which
             may
             enough
             be
             to
             destroy
             you
             all
             .
          
           
           
             This
             said
             ,
             two
             Eagles
             coming
             were
             in
             fight
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             they
             were
             the
             Market-place
             just
             o'r
             ,
          
           
             Th'Assembled
             heads
             surveying
             ,
             stopt
             their
             flight
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             their
             broad
             and
             levell'd
             wings
             they
             soar
             .
          
           
             Then
             having
             torn
             themselves
             both
             neck
             and
             cheek
             ,
          
           
             They
             to
             their
             right
             wing
             rise
             and
             fly
             away
             .
          
           
             What
             this
             should
             mean
             th'
             Assembly
             was
             to
             seek
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             them
             thus
             did
             Alitherses
             say
             .
          
           
             Hear
             me
             ye
             men
             of
             Ithaca
             (
             said
             he
             )
          
           
             And
             you
             the
             Suiters
             that
             are
             most
             concern'd
             .
          
           
             Destruction
             is
             rouling
             toward
             ye
             ,
          
           
             Although
             it
             be
             not
             by
             your selves
             discern'd
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             from
             his
             Friends
             will
             not
             be
             long
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             from
             Ithaca
             far
             off
             is
             not
             ,
          
           
             Seeing
             what
             daily
             done
             is
             in
             the
             throng
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             to
             kill
             the
             Suiters
             lays
             his
             plot
             .
          
           
             Nay
             many
             more
             beside
             the
             Suiters
             may
          
           
             Of
             their
             misfortune
             chance
             to
             have
             their
             part
             .
          
           
             If
             they
             desist
             not
             soon
             and
             come
             away
             .
          
           
             I
             speak
             not
             this
             at
             random
             but
             on
             Art.
          
           
             For
             all
             must
             come
             to
             pass
             I
             told
             him
             then
             ,
          
           
             When
             with
             the
             Argive
             Lords
             he
             went
             to
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             That
             after
             twenty
             years
             he
             should
             agen
          
           
             Return
             with
             pain
             ,
             his
             men
             all
             cast
             away
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Eurymachus
             ,
             Old
             man
             go
             home
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             to
             your
             own
             Children
             prophesie
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             to
             them
             any
             harm
             hereafter
             come
             .
          
           
             A
             better
             Prophet
             for
             these
             things
             am
             I.
          
           
             Under
             the
             Sun
             be
             many
             Birds
             that
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             not
             all
             of
             them
             do
             fortunes
             tell
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             far
             hence
             dead
             is
             certainly
          
           
             I
             know
             not
             where
             .
             I
             would
             thou
             wert
             as
             well
             .
          
           
             For
             then
             you
             would
             give
             over
             to
             enflame
          
           
             Telemachus
             ,
             who
             but
             too
             angry
             is
             ;
          
           
             In
             hope
             to
             get
             some
             Present
             for
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             If
             you
             will
             give
             it
             .
             But
             I
             tell
             you
             this
             ,
          
           
             If
             any
             old
             man
             with
             his
             wisdom
             dare
          
           
             To
             set
             against
             us
             any
             young
             man
             here
             ,
          
           
             He
             shall
             be
             sure
             himself
             the
             worse
             to
             fare
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             't
             is
             done
             he
             shall
             be
             ne'r
             the
             near
             .
          
           
           
             We
             'll
             set
             a
             Fine
             upon
             your
             head
             so
             wise
             ,
          
           
             Which
             you
             to
             pay
             will
             not
             be
             well
             content
             .
          
           
             I
             my self
             will
             Telemachus
             advise
          
           
             His
             Mother
             may
             be
             to
             her
             Father
             sent
             ,
          
           
             To
             make
             the
             match
             ,
             and
             on
             the
             Dower
             agree
             ,
          
           
             Such
             as
             becomes
             him
             to
             his
             Daughter
             dear
             .
          
           
             Till
             that
             be
             done
             no
             hope
             at
             all
             I
             see
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             should
             desist
             .
             For
             they
             not
             fear
          
           
             Telemachus
             ,
             as
             haughty
             as
             he
             is
             ,
          
           
             And
             full
             of
             words
             ;
             and
             much
             less
             do
             they
             care
          
           
             For
             such
             deceitful
             Prophesies
             as
             this
             ,
          
           
             For
             which
             you
             only
             the
             more
             hated
             are
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             Telemachus
             his
             Goods
             decay
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             shall
             never
             make
             them
             up
             again
          
           
             While
             she
             persists
             her
             Suiters
             to
             delay
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             us
             all
             expect
             her
             love
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             And
             't
             is
             her
             vertue
             makes
             us
             thus
             to
             strive
          
           
             Amongst
             our selves
             who
             shall
             her
             favour
             win
             .
          
           
             For
             many
             other
             Ladies
             we
             could
             wive
             ,
          
           
             And
             be
             sufficiently
             delighted
             in
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             No
             more
             will
             I
          
           
             This
             matter
             to
             you
             press
             ,
             or
             to
             the
             Woo'rs
             .
          
           
             You
             and
             the
             Gods
             know
             all
             ,
             I
             do
             not
             lie
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             demand
             a
             Bark
             of
             twenty
             Oars
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             intend
             to
             travel
             for
             a
             while
             ,
          
           
             To
             hear
             what
             men
             can
             of
             my
             Father
             say
             .
          
           
             To
             Lacedamon
             I
             will
             go
             ,
             and
             Pyle
             ,
          
           
             Or
             seek
             from
             Jove
             some
             notice
             of
             his
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             alive
             he
             be
             and
             coming
             home
             ,
          
           
             Though
             to
             my
             cost
             ,
             I
             'll
             stay
             another
             year
             ;
          
           
             If
             dead
             he
             be
             ,
             then
             back
             again
             I
             'll
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             Rites
             of
             burial
             will
             give
             him
             here
          
           
             Splendid
             and
             well
             becoming
             his
             estate
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             my
             Mother
             her
             own
             liking
             take
             .
          
           
             Having
             thus
             spoken
             ,
             down
             again
             he
             sate
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             Ulysses
             old
             friend
             Mentor
             spake
             ,
          
           
             With
             whom
             Ulysses
             left
             his
             house
             in
             trust
             .
          
           
             Hear
             me
             ,
             Ye
             Ithacesians
             ,
             said
             he
             .
          
           
             Let
             no
             King
             ever
             be
             hereafter
             just
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             to
             his
             People
             soft
             and
             gentle
             be
             ,
          
           
           
             Since
             you
             Ulysses
             have
             so
             soon
             forgot
             ,
          
           
             That
             ever
             rul'd
             us
             like
             a
             Father
             kind
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             the
             Suiters
             so
             much
             accuse
             not
             ,
          
           
             Although
             on
             force
             and
             fraud
             they
             set
             their
             mind
             .
          
           
             (
             For
             'gainst
             Ulysses
             goods
             which
             they
             devour
          
           
             They
             stake
             their
             heads
             in
             hope
             he
             'll
             ne'r
             come
          
           
             As
             you
             ,
             that
             many
             are
             ,
             and
             have
             the
             pow'r
             [
             home
             )
          
           
             To
             check
             them
             sit
             as
             if
             you
             all
             were
             dumb
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             rose
             up
             Leocritus
             and
             spake
             ,
          
           
             Mentor
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             more
             busie
             much
             than
             wise
             ,
          
           
             That
             would
             about
             a
             Supper
             quarrel
             make
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             were
             he
             here
             I
             'd
             not
             advise
          
           
             To
             seek
             by
             force
             the
             Suiters
             to
             remove
             .
          
           
             For
             though
             he
             much
             be
             wish'd
             for
             by
             his
             wife
             ,
          
           
             She
             would
             not
             of
             his
             coming
             well
             approve
             ;
          
           
             But
             he
             the
             sooner
             be
             depriv'd
             of
             life
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             the
             people
             now
             may
             hence
             retire
             .
          
           
             Mentor
             and
             Alitherses
             will
             provide
          
           
             A
             Bark
             for
             what
             place
             ever
             he
             'll
             desire
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             at
             Ithaca
             he
             mean
             t'
             abide
             ,
          
           
             No
             news
             he
             will
             hear
             of
             him
             a
             great
             while
             .
          
           
             But
             never
             t'Ithaca
             shall
             come
             agen
          
           
             If
             he
             to
             Lacedaemon
             go
             or
             Pyle
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             dismiss'd
             and
             scatter'd
             were
             the
             men
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             Ulysses
             house
             the
             Suiters
             went
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             to
             the
             Sea-side
             ,
             and
             pray'd
             ,
          
           
             O
             God
             that
             gavest
             me
             Commandement
          
           
             To
             pass
             the
             Seas
             canst
             not
             now
             be
             obey'd
             .
          
           
             I
             am
             both
             by
             the
             Town
             and
             Woo'rs
             delai'd
             .
          
           
             Then
             in
             the
             form
             of
             
               Mentor
               ,
               Pallas
            
             came
             ,
          
           
             And
             standing
             by
             Telemachus
             ,
             she
             said
          
           
             With
             such
             a
             voice
             as
             
             Mentor's
             seem'd
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             If
             in
             you
             you
             retain
             the
             Spirit
             brave
          
           
             Your
             Father
             had
             to
             make
             his
             word
             his
             deed
             ,
          
           
             Then
             also
             the
             assurance
             I
             shall
             have
          
           
             To
             tell
             you
             in
             your
             Voyage
             you
             shall
             speed
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             Ulysses
             Son
             you
             be
             not
             right
             ,
          
           
             For
             ought
             I
             know
             you
             may
             this
             labour
             spare
             .
          
           
             Few
             Sons
             exceed
             or
             reach
             their
             Fathers
             might
             ,
          
           
             But
             commonly
             inferiour
             they
             are
             .
          
           
           
             But
             since
             in
             you
             I
             see
             your
             Fathers
             Wit
             ,
          
           
             I
             hope
             your
             Voyage
             shall
             have
             good
             success
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             no
             more
             with
             th'Woo'rs
             in
             Council
             sit
             ,
          
           
             Expect
             from
             Fools
             to
             have
             no
             more
             redress
             ,
          
           
             That
             see
             not
             their
             own
             end
             that
             is
             so
             nigh
             .
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             you
             long
             be
             forced
             here
             to
             stay
             .
          
           
             For
             with
             a
             good
             Ship
             furnish
             you
             will
             I
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             you
             will
             my self
             go
             all
             the
             way
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             go
             you
             into
             your
             house
             agen
             ,
          
           
             And
             put
             up
             store
             of
             Wine
             and
             of
             cold
             meat
             ,
          
           
             And
             good
             bread
             ,
             which
             the
             marrow
             is
             of
             men
             .
          
           
             I
             'll
             for
             you
             Mariners
             together
             get
             .
          
           
             In
             Ithaca
             are
             good
             Ships
             old
             and
             new
          
           
             Good
             store
             ,
             of
             which
             I
             will
             go
             chuse
             you
             one
             ,
          
           
             The
             best
             of
             all
             that
             come
             within
             my
             view
          
           
             And
             make
             it
             ready
             that
             we
             may
             be
             gone
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             to
             '
             th'
             house
             return'd
             Telemachus
             .
          
           
             The
             Woo'rs
             in
             killing
             Cattle
             were
             imploy'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             streight
             unto
             him
             went
             Antinous
             ,
          
           
             And
             laughing
             ,
             took
             him
             by
             the
             hand
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             ,
             bold
             and
             brave
             Orator
             ,
          
           
             Fear
             from
             us
             neither
             evil
             word
             nor
             deed
             .
          
           
             Eat
             and
             drink
             merrily
             as
             heretofore
             ,
          
           
             We
             'll
             see
             you
             furnished
             with
             what
             you
             need
          
           
             Both
             Ship
             and
             Men
             ,
             and
             see
             you
             soon
             convei'd
          
           
             To
             Pyle
             ,
             that
             of
             your
             Father
             you
             may
             hear
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             answered
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Antinous
             ,
             can
             I
             be
             merry
             here
             ?
          
           
             D'
             ye
             think
             that
             yet
             too
             little
             was
             the
             wrong
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             did
             me
             ,
             my
             estate
             to
             waste
             ,
          
           
             When
             I
             perceiv'd
             it
             not
             ,
             as
             being
             young
             ?
          
           
             But
             since
             I
             grown
             am
             ,
             and
             my
             childhood
             past
             ,
          
           
             And
             somewhat
             know
             ,
             and
             more
             hear
             others
             say
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             do
             my
             best
             to
             bring
             them
             to
             their
             end
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             yet
             I
             go
             to
             Pyle
             or
             here
             do
             stay
             .
          
           
             And
             yet
             to
             go
             to
             Pyle
             I
             do
             intend
             ,
          
           
             And
             think
             my
             passage
             will
             not
             be
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             go
             like
             a
             Merchant
             not
             a
             Guest
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             to
             me
             no
             Ship
             did
             appertain
             .
          
           
             It
             must
             be
             so
             .
             The
             Suiters
             think
             it
             best
             .
          
           
           
             This
             said
             ,
             his
             hand
             from
             his
             hand
             he
             snatch'd
             out
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             the
             Suiters
             that
             were
             in
             the
             Court
             ,
          
           
             Some
             give
             him
             evil
             words
             ,
             and
             others
             flour
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             another
             with
             him
             make
             good
             sport
             .
          
           
             He
             'll
             come
             from
             Pyle
             with
             Succours
             ,
             God
             knows
             what
          
           
             (
             Said
             one
             )
             or
             Sparta
             ,
             which
             shall
             on
             us
             fall
             .
          
           
             Or
             poyson
             bring
             from
             Ephiré
             ;
             and
             that
          
           
             Put
             in
             the
             Temperer
             shall
             kill
             us
             all
             .
          
           
             Who
             knows
             (
             then
             said
             another
             )
             if
             he
             go
             ,
          
           
             But
             he
             his
             Fathers
             fate
             may
             also
             have
          
           
             Whilst
             seeking
             him
             he
             wanders
             to
             and
             fro
             ;
          
           
             Which
             would
             to
             us
             no
             little
             trouble
             save
             .
          
           
             His
             goods
             amongst
             us
             we
             should
             soon
             divide
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             his
             Mother
             leave
             his
             houses
             free
          
           
             And
             him
             she
             chuses
             to
             lie
             by
             her
             side
             .
          
           
             Thus
             they
             derided
             him
             .
             Then
             down
             went
             he
          
           
             Into
             a
             large
             and
             high
             rooft
             room
             where
             lay
          
           
             In
             Chests
             packt
             up
             great
             store
             of
             cloth
             of
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             And
             Garments
             very
             many
             rich
             and
             gay
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             Barrels
             of
             sweet
             wine
             and
             old
             ,
          
           
             Which
             for
             Ulysses
             were
             preserved
             there
          
           
             When
             he
             returned
             to
             his
             native
             Soil
             .
          
           
             In
             the
             same
             room
             many
             brass
             Vessels
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             Barrels
             of
             sweet
             smelling
             Oyl
             .
          
           
             And
             double
             were
             the
             Locks
             upon
             the
             door
             ,
          
           
             Whereof
             the
             Nurse
             Euryclea
             had
             the
             Key
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             call'd
             for
             her
             ,
             and
             says
             to
             her
             ,
          
           
             Come
             Nurse
             ,
             this
             night
             I
             am
             to
             go
             away
             .
          
           
             Fill
             me
             of
             wine
             twelve
             Pitchers
             of
             the
             best
          
           
             Next
             to
             that
             which
             you
             for
             my
             Father
             save
             ,
          
           
             And
             fine
             flour
             twenty
             measures
             a●
             the
             lea●●
             ,
          
           
             In
             good
             thick
             leather
             satchels
             let
             me
             have
             ,
          
           
             Quickly
             .
             For
             when
             my
             Mother
             is
             a
             bed
          
           
             To
             Lacedemon
             and
             to
             Pyle
             I
             go
             ,
          
           
             That
             of
             my
             Father
             ,
             if
             alive
             or
             dead
          
           
             There
             any
             news
             be
             ,
             I
             the
             same
             may
             know
             .
          
           
             Euryclea
             then
             wept
             and
             sob'd
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Dear
             Child
             ,
             why
             will
             you
             go
             from
             hence
             so
             far
          
           
             Alone
             ?
             Your
             Mother
             you
             will
             make
             afraid
             ,
          
           
             Of
             whom
             so
             dearly
             you
             beloved
             are
             .
          
           
           
             Your
             Father
             far
             off
             is
             already
             dead
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             way
             the
             Suiters
             seek
             to
             kill
             you
             ,
          
           
             And
             share
             your
             goods
             amongst
             them
             by
             the
             head
             .
          
           
             I
             pray
             stay
             here
             and
             do
             not
             go
             .
             Why
             will
             you
             ?
          
           
             Nurse
             ,
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             be
             of
             good
             chear
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             by
             the
             Counsel
             of
             a
             God
             I
             go
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             require
             you
             solemnly
             to
             swear
          
           
             You
             'll
             not
             my
             going
             let
             my
             Mother
             know
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             to
             th'
             Suiters
             went
             agen
             ,
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             in
             his
             likeness
             to
             the
             Town
             ,
          
           
             For
             his
             transporting
             to
             procure
             him
             men
             ,
          
           
             From
             house
             to
             house
             she
             goeth
             up
             and
             down
             .
          
           
             And
             of
             Noemon
             borrowed
             a
             Bark
             ,
          
           
             Who
             not
             unwillingly
             it
             to
             him
             lent
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             the
             Sun
             was
             down
             ,
             the
             Streets
             were
             dark
             ,
          
           
             And
             down
             to
             the
             Sea
             side
             the
             Goddess
             went.
          
           
             And
             the
             good
             Ship
             into
             the
             Sea
             they
             hale
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             it
             stow
             all
             that
             was
             needful
             for
             't
             .
          
           
             The
             Mariners
             were
             there
             together
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             ti'd
             the
             Ship
             at
             far
             end
             of
             the
             Port.
          
           
             Mean
             while
             the
             Suiters
             merrily
             carouse
             ,
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             then
             their
             fancies
             to
             confound
             ,
          
           
             From
             the
             Sea-side
             went
             back
             into
             the
             house
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             their
             hands
             the
             Cups
             threw
             to
             the
             ground
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             love
             of
             sleep
             possest
             their
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             them
             nod
             and
             let
             their
             eye-lids
             down
             .
          
           
             And
             not
             long
             after
             from
             their
             seats
             they
             rise
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             that
             night
             took
             lodging
             in
             the
             Town
             .
          
           
             Then
             like
             to
             Mentor
             both
             in
             Form
             and
             Voice
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             he
             calleth
             out
             of
             doors
             .
          
           
             Your
             men
             are
             ready
             at
             the
             Port
             ,
             she
             says
             ,
          
           
             There
             they
             expecting
             you
             sit
             with
             their
             Oars
             .
          
           
             Then
             out
             they
             went
             ,
             and
             Pallas
             led
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             found
             the
             Rowers
             ready
             on
             the
             Beach
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             said
             ,
             Come
             back
             I
             pray
             ,
          
           
             To
             th'
             house
             with
             me
             ,
             our
             Victual
             thence
             to
             fetch
             .
          
           
             Which
             well
             put
             up
             I
             there
             have
             ready
             laid
             .
          
           
             But
             nothing
             of
             it
             does
             my
             Mother
             know
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             else
             but
             I
             and
             one
             old
             Maid
             .
          
           
             Then
             with
             Telemachus
             to
             th'
             house
             they
             go
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             to
             the
             Ship
             at
             once
             bring
             all
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             stow
             it
             as
             Telemachus
             thought
             fit
             .
          
           
             Pallas
             and
             he
             embark
             without
             delay
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             Stern
             they
             both
             together
             sit
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             the
             Mariners
             their
             Tackle
             ply
             .
          
           
             First
             in
             the
             midst
             they
             set
             the
             Mast
             upright
             ,
          
           
             And
             it
             unto
             the
             Ship
             with
             strong
             ropes
             tie
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             their
             Sails
             they
             hoise
             up
             to
             their
             height
             .
          
           
             Which
             Pallas
             with
             a
             lusty
             gale
             from
             West
          
           
             Kept
             full
             all
             night
             .
             The
             Ship
             the
             Sea
             then
             gores
             .
          
           
             The
             water
             swiftly
             running
             from
             her
             brest
          
           
             By
             both
             her
             sides
             wounded
             and
             broken
             roars
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             unto
             the
             Gods
             they
             offer
             Wine
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             them
             all
             were
             praying
             for
             a
             while
             ,
          
           
             But
             specially
             unto
             their
             Guide
             Divine
             .
          
           
             Then
             ●all'd
             all
             night
             ,
             and
             were
             next
             morn
             at
             Pyle
             .
          
        
      
       
         
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             UP
             from
             the
             Sea
             the
             Sun
             leapt
             to
             the
             Sky
             ,
          
           
             To
             hold
             the
             light
             up
             before
             Gods
             and
             men
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             with
             all
             his
             Company
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Town
             of
             Pyle
             arrived
             then
             .
          
           
             Then
             Nestor
             had
             a
             Sacrifice
             in
             hand
          
           
             To
             N●ptune
             ,
             and
             upon
             the
             Sea
             side
             stood
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             him
             store
             of
             people
             on
             the
             sand
             .
          
           
             Black
             Bulls
             he
             eighty
             one
             had
             to
             him
             vow'd
             .
          
           
             Nine
             seats
             there
             were
             ,
             five
             hundred
             to
             each
             seat
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             same
             nine
             Bulls
             appointed
             were
             .
          
           
             The
             Entrails
             broil'd
             upon
             the
             coals
             they
             eat
             ,
          
           
             The
             Thighs
             to
             Neptune
             burnt
             to
             ashes
             were
             .
          
           
             The
             Ship
             then
             came
             within
             the
             Port
             to
             land
             ,
          
           
             And
             disembarqu't
             ,
             upon
             the
             shore
             they
             staid
          
           
           
             With
             furled
             Sails
             the
             Ship
             did
             by
             them
             stand
             .
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             to
             Telemachus
             thus
             said
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             ,
             by
             no
             means
             bashful
             be
             .
          
           
             For
             wherefore
             did
             you
             undertake
             this
             task
             ,
          
           
             But
             of
             your
             Father
             to
             hear
             certainty
             ?
          
           
             To
             Nestor
             then
             directly
             go
             and
             ask
             ,
          
           
             If
             of
             Ulysses
             any
             thing
             he
             know
             .
          
           
             He
             'll
             tell
             you
             truly
             .
             He
             's
             too
             wise
             to
             lie
             .
          
           
             Mentor
             (
             said
             he
             )
             I
             'm
             young
             ,
             and
             know
             not
             how
          
           
             With
             one
             so
             old
             to
             answer
             and
             reply
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             (
             said
             Pallas
             )
             do
             not
             fear
             .
          
           
             You
             'll
             somewhat
             prompted
             be
             by
             your
             own
             brest
          
           
             (
             You
             never
             by
             the
             Gods
             neglected
             were
             )
          
           
             The
             God
             that
             loves
             you
             will
             supply
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             Then
             up
             to
             Nestor
             they
             directly
             went
             ,
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             foremost
             .
             All
             about
             him
             there
          
           
             They
             found
             upon
             the
             Sacrifice
             intent
             ,
          
           
             (
             His
             Sons
             and
             Lords
             )
             to
             hasten
             the
             good
             chear
             .
          
           
             Some
             broaching
             ,
             and
             some
             roasting
             were
             of
             meat
             .
          
           
             And
             presently
             about
             the
             Strangers
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             their
             hands
             salute
             them
             ,
             and
             intreat
          
           
             To
             sit
             .
             And
             then
             Pisistratus
             went
             to
             'em
             ,
          
           
             Saluted
             them
             ,
             and
             took
             them
             both
             by
             th'
             hands
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             them
             (
             since
             there
             was
             no
             empty
             seat
             )
          
           
             Laid
             Sheepskins
             with
             the
             Wool
             upon
             the
             sands
             ;
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             Entrails
             gave
             them
             part
             to
             eat
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             her
             hand
             held
             up
             a
             Cup
             of
             Wine
             .
          
           
             To
             Neptune
             (
             said
             he
             )
             offer
             up
             your
             Vow
             ,
          
           
             For
             he
             expresly
             is
             the
             Pow'r
             Divine
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             to
             worship
             be
             assembled
             now
             .
          
           
             And
             having
             drunk
             ,
             give
             it
             to
             this
             mans
             hand
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             may
             also
             give
             the
             Gods
             their
             due
             ,
          
           
             For
             all
             men
             of
             the
             Gods
             in
             need
             do
             stand
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             thought
             fit
             to
             give
             it
             first
             to
             you
             ,
          
           
             'Cause
             you
             are
             th'
             elder
             ,
             th'
             other
             young
             as
             I.
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             from
             his
             hand
             receiv'd
             the
             Cup
             ,
          
           
             And
             pleased
             was
             to
             see
             his
             Equity
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             to
             Neptune
             sent
             her
             Prayers
             up
             .
          
           
             Neptune
             (
             said
             she
             )
             have
             to
             my
             Prayer
             regard
             .
          
           
             First
             Nestor
             and
             his
             Sons
             with
             Honour
             bless
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             of
             his
             people
             th'
             Hecatomb
             reward
             .
          
           
             And
             give
             Telemachus
             and
             me
             success
             .
          
           
             Thus
             prayed
             she
             ,
             and
             gave
             for
             what
             she
             pray'd
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             Telemachus
             then
             gave
             the
             Cup.
          
           
             And
             he
             to
             Neptune
             the
             same
             Prayer
             said
             .
          
           
             The
             meat
             being
             ready
             now
             and
             taken
             up
             ,
          
           
             And
             into
             Messes
             cut
             ,
             themselves
             they
             feast
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             of
             hunger
             extinct
             was
             the
             force
             ,
          
           
             Then
             to
             his
             Guests
             Nestor
             his
             speech
             addrest
             .
          
           
             Friends
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             now
             we
             time
             have
             to
             discourse
             .
          
           
             Tell
             me
             who
             are
             you
             ,
             whence
             d'
             ye
             cross
             the
             Main
             ?
          
           
             Is
             it
             for
             Traffick
             ?
             Or
             d'
             ye
             pleasure
             take
             ,
          
           
             As
             Pyrates
             walk
             at
             Sea
             ,
             to
             and
             again
             ,
          
           
             Others
             to
             spoil
             to
             set
             your
             lives
             at
             stake
             ?
          
           
             To
             this
             Telemachus
             with
             confidence
          
           
             (
             Which
             into
             him
             the
             Goddess
             did
             inspire
             ,
          
           
             The
             better
             to
             obtain
             Intelligence
             ,
          
           
             And
             reputation
             to
             himself
             acquire
             )
          
           
             Answer'd
             :
             O
             
               Nester
               Nelëiad●s
            
          
           
             The
             Glory
             of
             the
             Greeks
             we
             hither
             came
          
           
             From
             Ithaca
             on
             no
             State-business
             ,
          
           
             But
             of
             my
             Father
             to
             seek
             news
             from
             Fame
             .
          
           
             Unblest
             Ulysses
             who
             at
             Ilium
          
           
             Together
             with
             you
             fought
             before
             the
             Town
             .
          
           
             Of
             th'
             other
             Chiefs
             we
             hear
             what
             is
             become
             .
          
           
             But
             where
             Ulysses
             di'd
             is
             still
             unknown
             .
          
           
             Whether
             as
             Land
             he
             ●●ain
             were
             by
             the
             Foe
             ,
          
           
             Or
             by
             the
             Sea
             devoured
             he
             hath
             been
             .
          
           
             But
             at
             your
             knees
             we
             hither
             come
             to
             know
             ,
          
           
             What
             you
             since
             then
             have
             heard
             of
             him
             or
             seen
             .
          
           
             Wandring
             about
             ,
             born
             to
             calamity
             .
          
           
             Let
             no
             respect
             ,
             or
             pity
             mitigate
          
           
             Your
             Story
             ,
             howsoever
             sad
             it
             be
             .
          
           
             Nothing
             but
             naked
             truth
             to
             me
             relate
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             beseech
             you
             for
             my
             Fathers
             sake
             ,
          
           
             If
             he
             before
             the
             Town
             of
             Troy
             did
             well
          
           
             Perform
             the
             Service
             he
             did
             undertake
             ,
          
           
             That
             nothing
             but
             the
             very
             truth
             you
             tell
             .
          
           
             O
             Friend
             ,
             said
             Nestor
             ,
             since
             you
             bring
             again
          
           
             To
             memory
             our
             miseries
             at
             Troy
             ,
          
           
           
             Under
             Achilles
             first
             by
             Sea
             ,
             what
             pain
          
           
             We
             suffer'd
             then
             ;
             and
             after
             when
             we
             lay
          
           
             And
             sought
             before
             King
             
             Priam's
             Royal
             Seat
          
           
             What
             we
             endured
             ,
             what
             Great
             Men
             we
             lost
             .
          
           
             The
             doughty
             Ajax
             ,
             and
             Achilles
             great
             ,
          
           
             That
             were
             the
             Chief
             of
             all
             the
             Argive
             host
             .
          
           
             The
             valiant
             Patroclus
             ,
             and
             my
             Son
          
           
             Antilochus
             ,
             both
             valiant
             in
             fight
             ,
          
           
             And
             if
             an
             enemy
             were
             put
             to
             run
          
           
             Before
             him
             ,
             he
             could
             hardly
             scape
             by
             flight
             .
          
           
             But
             numberless
             were
             our
             sad
             chances
             there
             ;
          
           
             No
             mortalman
             can
             count
             them
             one
             by
             one
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             you
             five
             or
             six
             years
             should
             stay
             here
             ,
          
           
             You
             'ld
             ,
             weary
             be
             of
             asking
             ,
             and
             be
             gone
             .
          
           
             Nine
             years
             we
             plots
             contriv'd
             to
             take
             the
             Town
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Jove
             made
             prosperous
             with
             much
             ado
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             had
             for
             plotting
             the
             renown
             .
          
           
             For
             none
             compar'd
             himself
             your
             Father
             to
             .
          
           
             If
             it
             be
             true
             you
             are
             Ulysses
             Son
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             confess
             ,
             hearing
             you
             speak
             your
             mind
             ,
          
           
             And
             stedfastly
             your
             person
             looking
             on
             ,
          
           
             Much
             respect
             for
             you
             in
             my self
             I
             find
             .
          
           
             While
             we
             together
             were
             at
             Troy
             ,
             we
             never
          
           
             In
             Council
             or
             Assembly
             disagreed
             ,
          
           
             But
             what
             was
             for
             the
             Argives
             good
             we
             ever
          
           
             Endeavour'd
             what
             we
             could
             to
             get
             decreed
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             of
             Troy
             we
             had
             destroy'd
             the
             Town
             ,
          
           
             And
             back
             unto
             our
             Ships
             again
             were
             come
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Jove
             upon
             the
             Greeks
             began
             to
             frown
             ,
          
           
             Intending
             to
             them
             ill
             returning
             home
             .
          
           
             For
             few
             there
             were
             amongst
             them
             just
             or
             wise
             ,
          
           
             But
             on
             themselves
             they
             drew
             down
             their
             own
             fate
             .
          
           
             Which
             made
             the
             Goddess
             Pallas
             to
             devise
          
           
             To
             set
             the
             two
             Atrides
             at
             debate
             .
          
           
             Then
             of
             the
             People
             they
             a
             meeting
             call
          
           
             At
             almost
             Sun-set
             ,
             and
             the
             people
             came
          
           
             (
             Having
             their
             heads
             with
             wine
             disorder'd
             all
             )
          
           
             Th'
             Atrides
             told
             them
             why
             they
             call'd
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Where
             Menelaus
             votes
             to
             cross
             the
             Seas
             ,
          
           
             And
             each
             man
             to
             his
             Country
             to
             repass
             .
          
           
           
             〈◊〉
             this
             advice
             his
             Brother
             did
             not
             please
             .
          
           
             To
             stay
             there
             yet
             a
             while
             his
             counsel
             was
             .
          
           
             ●…d
             first
             a
             Hecatomb
             to
             Sacrifice
             ,
          
           
             The
             Goddess
             Pallas
             anger
             to
             appease
             .
          
           
             ●…t
             Agamemnon
             therein
             was
             not
             wise
             .
          
           
             Men
             cannot
             change
             the
             will
             o'
             th'
             Gods
             with
             ease
             .
          
           
             ●hile
             they
             contending
             were
             with
             words
             unmeet
             ,
          
           
             One
             part
             arose
             resolv'd
             to
             stay
             all
             night
             ,
          
           
             ●…d
             in
             the
             Morn
             to
             go
             aboard
             the
             Fleet
             ,
          
           
             And
             each
             one
             towards
             his
             home
             to
             take
             his
             flight
             .
          
           
             ●…d
             shipt
             our
             Captive
             Women
             and
             our
             Prey
             .
          
           
             One
             half
             we
             were
             ,
             and
             came
             to
             Tenedus
             .
          
           
             ●…e
             other
             half
             with
             Agamemnon
             stay
             .
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             then
             again
             divided
             us
             .
          
           
             ●…d
             one
             part
             back
             to
             Agamemnon
             went.
          
           
             But
             I
             with
             all
             my
             own
             Ships
             homeward
             fled
             .
          
           
             Knowing
             that
             Jove
             to
             the
             Greeks
             evil
             meant
             )
          
           
             So
             did
             the
             Son
             of
             
               Tydeus
               Diomed.
            
          
           
             〈◊〉
             ●esb●s
             to
             us
             Menelaus
             came
             ,
          
           
             Where
             we
             which
             way
             to
             go
             consulting
             staid
          
           
             ●…us
             within
             ,
             or
             else
             without
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             And
             for
             direction
             to
             the
             Gods
             we
             praid
          
           
             〈◊〉
             the
             wide
             Sea
             t'Enboea
             they
             bid
             sail
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             in
             safety
             be
             the
             sooner
             might
             .
          
           
             ●…d
             sent
             us
             therewithal
             a
             lusty
             gale
          
           
             Wh●ch
             brought
             us
             to
             Gerestus
             when
             't
             was
             night
             .
          
           
             ●…d
             there
             to
             Neptune
             we
             burnt
             many
             Thighs
             .
          
           
             On
             the
             fourth
             day
             the
             Ships
             of
             Diomed
          
           
             〈◊〉
             Argos
             came
             .
             The
             same
             Wind
             stai'd
             i'
             th'
             Skies
          
           
             Till
             I
             at
             Pyle
             was
             safe
             delivered
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             came
             I
             home
             ,
             sweet
             Child
             ,
             and
             cannot
             tell
          
           
             Which
             of
             the
             Greeks
             came
             safe
             home
             ,
             and
             which
             not
             .
          
           
             ●…t
             what
             has
             since
             been
             told
             me
             I
             know
             well
          
           
             (
             And
             so
             far
             as
             is
             reason
             you
             shall
             know
             't
             .
             )
          
           
             ●…e
             Myr●●ydons
             ,
             they
             say
             came
             safely
             home
             ,
          
           
             Conducted
             by
             stout
             Neoptolemus
             .
          
           
             ●…d
             Philoctetes
             very
             well
             did
             come
          
           
             Unto
             his
             Fathers
             house
             Pallantius
             .
          
           
             ●…omeneus
             to
             Crest
             brought
             all
             his
             men
          
           
             That
             were
             not
             slain
             at
             Ilium
             in
             fight
             .
          
           
           
             How
             Agamemnon
             ,
             when
             come
             home
             agen
             ,
          
           
             was
             butchered
             ,
             I
             need
             not
             to
             recite
             .
          
           
             Nor
             how
             he
             came
             ,
             nor
             of
             Aegistus
             plot
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             yet
             how
             bitterly
             he
             smarted
             sor't
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             good
             ,
             you
             see
             ,
             to
             have
             a
             Son
             begot
             ,
          
           
             That
             can
             revenge
             his
             Father
             in
             that
             sort
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             ,
             my
             friend
             ,
             that
             tall
             are
             and
             well
             made
             ,
          
           
             Be
             valiant
             ,
             and
             get
             'mongst
             men
             good
             dame
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             answered
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             O
             Nestor
             ,
             but
             my
             case
             is
             not
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Sharp
             the
             revenge
             was
             of
             Atrides
             Son
             ,
          
           
             And
             far
             and
             wide
             will
             matter
             be
             for
             Songs
             ,
          
           
             But
             from
             the
             Gods
             such
             power
             I
             have
             none
          
           
             To
             be
             revenged
             of
             the
             Suiters
             wrongs
             .
          
           
             O
             Friend
             (
             said
             Nestor
             )
             since
             I
             have
             been
             told
             ,
          
           
             That
             many
             who
             your
             Mother
             seek
             to
             marry
             ,
          
           
             Without
             your
             leave
             do
             with
             your
             house
             make
             bol●…
          
           
             And
             spending
             of
             your
             substance
             daily
             tarry
             ,
          
           
             Is
             it
             because
             you
             are
             therewith
             content
             ?
          
           
             Or
             are
             you
             forc't
             to
             bear
             such
             injury
          
           
             Because
             your
             people
             are
             against
             you
             bent
             ,
          
           
             Provok't
             thereto
             by
             some
             Divinity
             ?
          
           
             But
             who
             knows
             but
             at
             last
             they
             may
             be
             paid
          
           
             For
             all
             the
             Injuries
             which
             they
             have
             done
             ,
          
           
             And
             insolence
             ,
             by
             the
             Achaeans
             aid
             ,
          
           
             Or
             peradventure
             by
             your self
             alone
             ?
          
           
             For
             if
             of
             you
             Pallas
             as
             careful
             were
             ,
          
           
             As
             carefully
             she
             did
             your
             Father
             guide
          
           
             At
             Troy
             (
             a
             God
             to
             man
             ne'r
             did
             appear
          
           
             So
             plainly
             as
             she
             there
             stood
             by
             his
             fide
             .
             )
          
           
             If
             Pallas
             were
             so
             kind
             to
             you
             ,
             you
             'ld
             see
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             quickly
             would
             forget
             to
             wooe
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             'T
             will
             never
             be
             ,
          
           
             Although
             the
             Gods
             should
             give
             consent
             thereto
          
           
             Telemachus
             ,
             said
             Pallas
             ,
             what
             a
             word
          
           
             Have
             you
             let
             fall
             ?
             A
             man
             may
             be
             with
             ease
          
           
             Though
             far
             off
             ,
             to
             his
             native
             Soil
             restor'd
          
           
             By
             any
             of
             the
             Gods
             ,
             if
             so
             he
             please
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             at
             home
             had
             rather
             lose
             my
             life
          
           
             Fighting
             than
             sitting
             as
             Atrides
             di'd
             ,
          
           
           
             Slain
             by
             Aegistus
             and
             his
             own
             bad
             wife
             ,
          
           
             Basely
             by
             them
             in
             whom
             he
             did
             confide
             .
          
           
             And
             yet
             the
             Gods
             unable
             are
             to
             save
          
           
             A
             man
             from
             death
             ,
             although
             he
             be
             a
             friend
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             end
             the
             cruel
             Fates
             determin'd
             have
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             Let
             's
             make
             an
             end
          
           
             Of
             this
             discourse
             .
             Ulysses
             latest
             day
          
           
             Determin'd
             by
             the
             Gods
             already
             is
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             to
             Nestor
             somewhat
             else
             will
             say
             ;
          
           
             For
             three
             mens
             Ages
             do
             but
             equal
             his
             .
          
           
             O
             Nestor
             ,
             I
             would
             fam
             informed
             be
          
           
             How
             Agamemnon
             was
             of
             life
             depriv'd
             .
          
           
             And
             Menelaus
             ,
             where
             mean
             while
             was
             he
             ?
          
           
             And
             how
             Aegistus
             had
             the
             Plot
             contriv'd
             .
          
           
             Was
             it
             that
             Menelaus
             too
             long
             stai'd
             ,
          
           
             Aegillus
             ventur'd
             on
             a
             better
             wight
             ?
          
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             all
             the
             truth
             (
             then
             Nestor
             said
             .
             )
          
           
             And
             yet
             what
             you
             your self
             have
             guess'd
             is
             right
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             if
             Menelaus
             coming
             home
          
           
             Aegistus
             in
             the
             house
             alive
             had
             found
             ,
          
           
             He
             never
             had
             at
             Argos
             had
             a
             Tomb
             ,
          
           
             But
             eaten
             been
             by
             Dogs
             above
             the
             ground
             ,
          
           
             And
             Fowls
             of
             Prey
             Nor
             had
             he
             had
             the
             pity
          
           
             Of
             th'A●give
             women
             ,
             nor
             lamented
             been
             ,
          
           
             But
             lien
             had
             i'
             th'
             fields
             far
             from
             the
             City
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             a
             viler
             act
             was
             never
             seen
             .
          
           
             For
             when
             at
             Troy
             we
             ended
             had
             the
             strise
             ,
          
           
             Long
             time
             it
             was
             before
             we
             came
             away
             .
          
           
             Then
             Siege
             laid
             he
             to
             Agamemnons
             wife
             ,
          
           
             And
             secretly
             hidden
             in
             Argos
             lay
             .
          
           
             And
             she
             at
             first
             refus'd
             ,
             and
             counsel
             took
          
           
             Of
             a
             Learn'd
             man
             ,
             whom
             Agamemnon
             left
          
           
             Going
             to
             Troy
             his
             wife
             to
             overlook
             ,
          
           
             But
             soon
             Aegistus
             him
             of
             life
             b●ref●
             .
          
           
             For
             in
             a
             desert
             Island
             he
             him
             kill'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             left
             him
             for
             a
             booty
             to
             the
             Kites
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             unto
             Aegistus
             she
             did
             yield
             ,
          
           
             And
             richly
             were
             perform'd
             the
             wedding
             rites
             .
          
           
             Then
             on
             the
             Altars
             many
             Thighs
             they
             burn
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             them
             Rich
             mens
             baubles
             ,
             and
             gold
             stuff
             .
          
           
           
             For
             why
             ,
             for
             so
             unhop't
             for
             a
             good
             turn
             ,
          
           
             They
             thought
             they
             could
             not
             thank
             the
             Gods
             enough
             .
          
           
             Now
             coming
             Menelaus
             was
             and
             I
             ,
          
           
             And
             were
             as
             far
             come
             as
             to
             Sunium
             ,
          
           
             When
             Phrontis
             ,
             his
             good
             Steers-man
             chan●'d
             to
             die
             ,
          
           
             The
             best
             that
             in
             a
             storm
             e'r
             Ship
             brought
             home
             ,
          
           
             And
             hindrance
             of
             his
             coming
             this
             was
             some
          
           
             To
             bury
             him
             .
             But
             when
             he
             put
             to
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             with
             all
             his
             Ships
             in
             safety
             come
          
           
             Under
             the
             windy
             Mountain
             of
             Malea
             ,
          
           
             Then
             an
             ill
             passage
             for
             them
             Jove
             provided
             .
          
           
             The
             wind
             then
             whistled
             ,
             and
             the
             water
             danced
             ,
          
           
             And
             into
             two
             parts
             was
             the
             Fleet
             divided
             ;
          
           
             And
             one
             part
             to
             the
             Coast
             of
             Creet
             advanced
             .
          
           
             Where
             Cydons
             dwell
             ,
             near
             Jarda●
             rivers
             mouth
             .
          
           
             There
             in
             the
             Sea
             standeth
             a
             stone
             upright
          
           
             That
             breaks
             the
             water
             when
             it
             rolls
             from
             South
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             it
             comes
             to
             Phaestus
             without
             might
             ;
          
           
             And
             there
             the
             men
             came
             in
             and
             sav'd
             their
             lives
             .
          
           
             But
             all
             the
             Ships
             upon
             the
             Rock
             were
             split
             .
          
           
             The
             other
             part
             the
             wind
             to
             Aegypt
             drives
          
           
             With
             Menelaus
             .
             Five
             ships
             were
             in
             it
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             Menelaus
             did
             in
             Aegypt
             stay
             ,
          
           
             And
             visit
             Princes
             ,
             and
             their
             gifts
             receiv'd
             .
          
           
             Aegistus
             made
             the
             Argives
             him
             obey
             ,
          
           
             And
             Agamemnon
             of
             his
             life
             bereav'd
             .
          
           
             And
             sev'n
             years
             in
             Mycene
             reigned
             he
             .
          
           
             But
             then
             Orestes
             came
             ,
             whom
             they
             not
             knew
             ,
          
           
             From
             Athens
             to
             them
             unexpectedly
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             the
             slayer
             of
             his
             Father
             slew
             .
          
           
             And
             feasted
             th'
             Argives
             at
             the
             Funeral
          
           
             Of
             him
             and
             her
             .
             That
             very
             day
             did
             come
          
           
             King
             Menelaus
             ,
             his
             Ships
             laden
             all
          
           
             From
             Aegypt
             with
             his
             costly
             Presents
             home
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             ,
             my
             Friend
             ,
             take
             heed
             you
             do
             not
             stay
          
           
             Too
             long
             abroad
             ,
             leaving
             your
             goods
             among
          
           
             So
             many
             Knaves
             that
             waste
             them
             every
             day
             ,
          
           
             And
             will
             consume
             them
             utterly
             ere
             long
             .
          
           
             But
             go
             to
             Menelaus
             who
             came
             last
             ,
          
           
             And
             wandring
             has
             among
             much
             people
             been
             .
          
           
           
             A
             Bird
             could
             hardly
             so
             much
             Sea
             have
             past
          
           
             In
             a
             years
             time
             ,
             as
             wandring
             he
             has
             seen
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             to
             Sparta
             go
             with
             Ship
             and
             Crew
             .
          
           
             Or
             if
             by
             Land
             ,
             my
             Coach
             is
             ready
             for
             ye
             .
          
           
             Also
             my
             Son
             shall
             go
             along
             with
             you
          
           
             And
             ask
             of
             Menela●…s
             all
             his
             Story
             .
          
           
             He
             's
             wise
             .
             Besides
             the
             truth
             h●●l
             nothing
             say
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Sun
             was
             down
             ,
             and
             dark
             the
             Sky
             .
          
           
             Ne●tor
             ,
             said
             Pallas
             ,
             you
             before
             us
             lay
          
           
             That
             to
             which
             we
             have
             nothing
             to
             reply
             .
          
           
             Now
             slit
             the
             Tongues
             ,
             and
             let
             wine
             temper'd
             be
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             may
             offer
             to
             th'Immortals
             all
             .
          
           
             The
             light
             is
             gone
             ,
             and
             need
             of
             sleep
             have
             we
             .
          
           
             So
             Pallas
             said
             ,
             and
             they
             to
             offering
             fall
             .
          
           
             The
             Waiters
             then
             brought
             water
             for
             their
             hands
             ,
          
           
             And
             young
             men
             to
             them
             all
             brought
             temper'd
             wine
             .
          
           
             The
             Tongues
             lay
             on
             the
             fire
             Each
             one
             up
             stands
          
           
             And
             offers
             wine
             unto
             the
             Powers
             divine
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             Offering
             was
             at
             an
             end
          
           
             Telemachus
             and
             Pallas
             were
             about
          
           
             To
             go
             aboard
             ,
             and
             there
             the
             night
             to
             spend
             .
          
           
             But
             Nestor
             on
             the
             other
             side
             cri'd
             out
             ,
          
           
             The
             Gods
             forbid
             that
             you
             should
             lie
             aboard
          
           
             As
             if
             I
             were
             a
             man
             so
             rude
             or
             poor
          
           
             As
             not
             good
             bedding
             for
             a
             friend
             t'
             afford
             .
          
           
             Since
             then
             I
             have
             of
             Rugs
             and
             Bedding
             store
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             Sons
             alive
             with
             me
             at
             home
             ,
          
           
             That
             able
             are
             my
             friends
             to
             entertain
             ,
          
           
             And
             't
             is
             Ulysses
             Son
             that
             's
             to
             me
             come
             ,
          
           
             Surely
             this
             night
             he
             shall
             with
             me
             remain
             .
          
           
             O
             Nestor
             ,
             then
             said
             Pallas
             ,
             that
             is
             right
             .
          
           
             And
             at
             your
             house
             to
             lodge
             for
             him
             't
             is
             best
             .
          
           
             But
             at
             the
             Ship
             I
             needs
             must
             lie
             this
             night
             ,
          
           
             His
             purpose
             to
             make
             known
             to
             all
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             Amongst
             them
             there
             no
             old
             man
             is
             but
             I
             ,
          
           
             The
             company
             t'
             encourage
             that
             expect
          
           
             Telemachus
             .
             Not
             with
             Authority
             .
          
           
             But
             my
             advise
             they
             'll
             follow
             for
             respect
             .
          
           
             The
             next
             day
             with
             the
             Caucons
             I
             must
             be
          
           
             About
             an
             old
             and
             not
             a
             little
             debt
             .
          
           
           
             And
             then
             that
             he
             may
             Menelaus
             see
             ,
          
           
             With
             strong
             swift
             horses
             on
             his
             way
             him
             set
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Goddess
             Pallas
             went
             away
          
           
             In
             likeness
             of
             an
             Eagle
             to
             the
             Skies
             .
          
           
             The
             people
             star'd
             ,
             and
             knew
             not
             what
             to
             say
             ,
          
           
             And
             Nestor
             wondring
             saw
             it
             with
             his
             eyes
             .
          
           
             And
             took
             Telemachus
             by
             th'
             hand
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             A
             good
             man
             you
             will
             be
             Telemachus
          
           
             And
             valiant
             ,
             that
             are
             by
             a
             God
             convoy'd
             :
          
           
             And
             this
             same
             God
             that
             guided
             you
             to
             us
             ,
          
           
             Is
             none
             but
             Pallas
             daughter
             of
             great
             Jove
             ,
          
           
             That
             did
             at
             Troy
             your
             Father
             always
             guide
             .
          
           
             Let
             me
             and
             mine
             ,
             O
             Goddess
             ,
             have
             your
             love
             ,
          
           
             And
             amongst
             men
             a
             Noble
             Fame
             and
             wide
             .
          
           
             A
             Heifer
             on
             your
             Altar
             shall
             be
             laid
          
           
             That
             ne'r
             bare
             yoke
             ,
             a
             yearling
             from
             the
             field
             ;
          
           
             And
             gilt
             shall
             be
             her
             horns
             .
             So
             Nestor
             prai'd
             .
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             hea●ing
             ,
             to
             his
             Pray'r
             did
             yield
             .
          
           
             And
             Nestor
             to
             his
             house
             then
             led
             them
             all
             ,
          
           
             Both
             Sons
             and
             Sons-in-Law
             ,
             and
             being
             there
             ,
          
           
             They
             sat
             on
             Chairs
             and
             Couches
             in
             the
             Hall.
          
           
             Then
             Nestor
             bids
             one
             fill
             the
             Temperer
          
           
             With
             Wine
             that
             aged
             was
             eleven
             year
             ,
          
           
             From
             out
             a
             Vessel
             first
             uncover'd
             then
             ▪
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             Wine
             and
             water
             mixed
             were
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Nestor
             pray'd
             and
             offered
             .
             And
             when
          
           
             The
             Offrings
             to
             the
             Goddess
             ended
             were
             ,
          
           
             The
             rest
             unto
             their
             lodgings
             went
             away
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             by
             Nestor
             stai'd
             was
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             soft
             and
             costly
             bed
             he
             lay
             .
          
           
             And
             near
             unto
             him
             lay
             Pisistratus
             ,
          
           
             Who
             of
             the
             Sons
             of
             Nestor
             was
             the
             last
             ,
          
           
             And
             Nestor
             in
             the
             inmost
             part
             of
             th'
             house
             ,
          
           
             Where
             ,
             by
             the
             Queen
             his
             wife
             ,
             his
             bed
             was
             pla●…
             ▪
          
           
             Soon
             as
             Aurera
             did
             the
             day
             restore
             ,
          
           
             The
             old
             Knight
             Nestor
             rose
             up
             from
             his
             bed
             ,
          
           
             And
             sat
             upon
             the
             Bench
             before
             the
             door
             ,
          
           
             O●…
             marble
             white
             and
             smooth
             that
             glistered
             .
          
           
             His
             Father
             used
             to
             sit
             there
             before
             ,
          
           
             King
             Neleus
             ,
             but
             that
             since
             he
             was
             dead
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             that
             King
             Nestor
             now
             the
             Scepter
             bore
          
           
             There
             sat
             he
             now
             ,
             and
             to
             him
             gathered
          
           
             Were
             all
             his
             Sons
             .
             
               Echephron
               ,
               Stratius
            
             ,
          
           
             
               Perseus
               ,
               Aretus
            
             ,
             Godlike
             Thrasymed
             .
          
           
             Pisistratus
             .
             (
             Dead
             was
             
               Antilochus
               .
            
             )
          
           
             Along
             with
             them
             Telemachus
             they
             led
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             his
             Children
             Nestor
             spake
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Do
             quickly
             ,
             Sons
             ,
             what
             you
             shall
             from
             me
             hear
             .
          
           
             A
             Vow
             I
             made
             to
             Pallas
             must
             be
             paid
             ,
          
           
             Who
             did
             to
             me
             so
             visibly
             appear
             .
          
           
             Let
             one
             of
             you
             unto
             the
             Pastures
             hie
          
           
             And
             bid
             a
             Herdsman
             bring
             a
             Heifer
             home
             ;
          
           
             One
             to
             Telemachus
             his
             Ship
             quickly
          
           
             And
             bid
             his
             Mates
             ,
             save
             two
             ,
             all
             hither
             come
             .
          
           
             Another
             bid
             the
             Gilder
             hither
             come
             ,
          
           
             To
             gild
             the
             sacred
             Heifers
             horns
             with
             speed
             .
          
           
             The
             rest
             stay
             here
             to
             look
             to
             things
             at
             home
             ,
          
           
             That
             all
             things
             may
             be
             ready
             that
             we
             need
             .
          
           
             Seats
             ,
             dry
             wood
             ,
             and
             fair
             water
             .
             So
             said
             he
             .
          
           
             Then
             busie
             were
             they
             all
             .
             The
             Heifer
             came
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             Telemachus
             his
             Company
             .
          
           
             The
             Gilder
             came
             ,
             Laerces
             was
             his
             name
             ,
          
           
             And
             every
             tool
             that
             to
             his
             Art
             belongs
             ,
          
           
             And
             necessary
             is
             ,
             had
             in
             his
             hands
             ;
          
           
             His
             Anvil
             ,
             and
             his
             Hammer
             ,
             and
             his
             Tongs
             .
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             also
             now
             amongst
             them
             stands
             .
          
           
             Then
             fell
             the
             man
             to
             work
             on
             Nestors
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             And
             so
             elaborate
             it
             was
             when
             done
             ,
          
           
             That
             it
             might
             please
             the
             Goddess
             to
             behold
             .
          
           
             Then
             came
             in
             Stratius
             and
             Echephron
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             horns
             they
             led
             the
             Heifer
             in
             .
          
           
             The
             Bason
             and
             the
             Ewre
             ,
             and
             Barly
             white
          
           
             Aretus
             brought
             ;
             and
             with
             an
             Axe
             full
             keen
          
           
             Stood
             Thrasymed
             ready
             the
             Beast
             to
             s●ite
             .
          
           
             Then
             Nestor
             prai'd
             ,
             and
             from
             the
             Heifers
             head
          
           
             Cut
             off
             some
             hair
             ,
             and
             into
             th'
             fire
             it
             threw
          
           
             Then
             prai'd
             the
             rest
             ;
             and
             Barly
             sprinkled
          
           
             Upon
             the
             fire
             ,
             and
             Thrasymed
             then
             slew
          
           
             The
             Heifer
             with
             his
             Axe
             ,
             and
             cut
             in
             twain
          
           
             The
             tendons
             of
             the
             neck
             ,
             and
             down
             she
             fell
             ▪
          
           
           
             And
             
             Nestor's
             Wife
             and
             Daughters
             shout
             amain
          
           
             To
             see
             the
             sacred
             act
             performed
             well
             .
          
           
             Pisistratus
             then
             cuts
             the
             Victims
             throat
             ,
          
           
             And
             up
             they
             held
             it
             to
             let
             out
             the
             blood
          
           
             Into
             a
             Pail
             which
             Perseus
             thither
             brought
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             that
             purpose
             ready
             with
             it
             stood
             .
          
           
             The
             life
             together
             with
             the
             blood
             out●lies
             .
          
           
             Then
             from
             the
             Body
             they
             the
             Bowels
             draw
             ,
          
           
             And
             next
             cut
             off
             the
             Shoulders
             and
             the
             Thighs
             .
          
           
             As
             is
             of
             Sacrifice
             the
             Ri●ual
             Law.
          
           
             And
             them
             slit
             into
             two
             parts
             they
             display
             ,
          
           
             And
             cover
             them
             all
             over
             with
             sweet
             fat
             .
          
           
             Shoulder
             on
             Shoulder
             ,
             Thigh
             on
             Thigh
             they
             lay
             .
          
           
             And
             Nestor
             on
             the
             Altar
             burneth
             that
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             it
             on
             the
             fire
             black
             wine
             he
             poured
             .
          
           
             By
             him
             a
             spit
             was
             ready
             with
             five
             points
             .
          
           
             The
             fire
             the
             Thighs
             ,
             the
             men
             th'
             Entrails
             devoured
             ,
          
           
             The
             rest
             divided
             was
             in
             smaller
             joynts
          
           
             To
             rost
             on
             Spits
             .
             Telemachus
             the
             while
          
           
             Into
             the
             Bath
             retired
             ,
             and
             was
             there
          
           
             Well
             bathed
             ,
             and
             anointed
             with
             sweet
             Oyl
          
           
             By
             P●lycaste
             Nestor's
             daughter
             dear
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             Robe
             and
             Coat
             clad
             gloriously
             ,
          
           
             And
             came
             as
             if
             no
             mortal
             he
             had
             been
          
           
             Into
             the
             Hall
             ,
             and
             sat
             down
             Nestor
             by
             .
          
           
             The
             meat
             now
             ready
             straightway
             was
             brought
             in
             .
          
           
             Then
             in
             the
             young
             men
             came
             to
             fill
             them
             wine
             .
          
           
             When
             they
             with
             flesh
             and
             wine
             were
             satisfi'd
             ,
          
           
             Then
             to
             his
             Sons
             ,
             said
             Nestor
             ,
             Children
             mine
          
           
             The
             Horses
             to
             the
             Coach
             see
             quickly
             ti'd
             .
          
           
             Away
             they
             go
             ,
             and
             to
             ●he
             Coach
             they
             set
          
           
             The
             Horses
             swift
             ;
             and
             in
             it
             bread
             and
             wine
          
           
             A
             Maid
             laid
             in
             ;
             and
             with
             it
             choi●est
             meat
             ,
          
           
             Which
             none
             but
             God-fed
             Kings
             eat
             when
             they
             dine
             .
          
           
             Up
             to
             the
             Seat
             then
             went
             Telemachus
          
           
             (
             The
             Seat
             was
             large
             and
             capable
             of
             two
             )
          
           
             And
             after
             him
             went
             up
             Pisistratus
             ,
          
           
             And
             Whip
             and
             Reins
             he
             took
             his
             hands
             into
             .
          
           
             Toucht
             with
             the
             Whip
             ,
             the
             Horses
             take
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             day
             long
             made
             their
             Harness
             shake
             .
          
           
           
             The
             Sun
             went
             down
             ,
             dark
             were
             the
             Streets
             .
             Then
             they
          
           
             At
             Pherae
             were
             .
             And
             there
             their
             rest
             they
             take
             .
          
           
             There
             
               Diocles
               ,
               Orsilochus
            
             his
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Son
             of
             Alphaeus
             them
             did
             entertain
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             fair
             Gifts
             presented
             them
             each
             one
             .
          
           
             But
             soon
             as
             Morning
             did
             appear
             again
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Horses
             to
             the
             Coach
             again
             they
             tie
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             Porch
             drive
             them
             into
             the
             way
             .
          
           
             Toucht
             with
             the
             Whip
             again
             away
             they
             fly
             .
          
           
             The
             Sun
             now
             down
             ,
             and
             ended
             was
             the
             day
             .
          
        
      
       
         
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             ANd
             then
             to
             Lacedaemon
             come
             were
             they
             ,
          
           
             And
             drove
             up
             to
             the
             House
             of
             Menelaus
             .
          
           
             At
             home
             they
             found
             him
             .
             For
             there
             on
             that
             day
          
           
             A
             double
             Wedding
             celebrated
             was
             .
          
           
             One
             ,
             of
             his
             Daughter
             ;
             fair
             Hermione
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             he
             before
             at
             Troy
             had
             promised
          
           
             Of
             Neoptolemus
             the
             Wi●e
             should
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             on
             this
             day
             the
             same
             accomplished
             .
          
           
             And
             her
             he
             sent
             unto
             the
             Myrmidons
          
           
             Where
             reigned
             he
             .
             To
             Pthia
             she
             was
             brought
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             the
             second
             Wedding
             was
             his
             Son's
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             on
             a
             woman
             bond
             he
             had
             begot
             .
          
           
             And
             Megapenthes
             nam'd
             .
             (
             For
             Helens
             bed
          
           
             Fruitless
             was
             after
             fair
             
               Hermione
               .
            
             )
          
           
             And
             he
             
             Alector's
             daughter
             married
             .
          
           
             Of
             Lacedaemon
             Citizen
             was
             he
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             they
             merry
             sat
             that
             bidden
             were
             ,
          
           
             Making
             good
             chear
             ,
             and
             hearing
             Voice
             and
             Fiddle
             ,
          
           
             And
             wondring
             at
             two
             Tumblers
             that
             were
             there
             .
          
           
             That
             moving
             to
             the
             time
             stood
             in
             the
             middle
             .
          
           
           
             Mean
             while
             by
             th'Horses
             th'utter
             Gate
             without
          
           
             Telemachus
             stood
             and
             Pisistratus
             .
          
           
             Then
             Ete●neus
             by
             chance
             came
             out
             ,
          
           
             A
             careful
             Servant
             of
             Menelaus
             .
          
           
             And
             having
             seen
             them
             ,
             in
             he
             went
             agen
             ,
          
           
             And
             being
             near
             to
             where
             his
             Master
             sate
             ,
          
           
             O
             King
             (
             said
             he
             )
             there
             are
             without
             two
             men
          
           
             Like
             Great
             mens
             Sons
             with
             their
             Coach
             at
             the
             Gate
             ▪
          
           
             Shall
             I
             take
             out
             their
             Horses
             ?
             Or
             shall
             I
          
           
             Tell
             them
             where
             they
             may
             lodged
             be
             elsewhere
             ?
          
           
             At
             this
             Atrides
             grieved
             ,
             made
             reply
             ,
          
           
             Eteoneus
             ,
             sure
             once
             you
             wiser
             were
             .
          
           
             Have
             we
             not
             oft
             by
             strangers
             heretofore
          
           
             In
             our
             necessity
             relieved
             been
             ?
          
           
             And
             I
             pray
             God
             it
             may
             be
             so
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             Go
             ,
             loose
             the
             Horses
             ,
             and
             the
             men
             bring
             in
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             went
             again
             with
             Servants
             more
             .
          
           
             Takes
             out
             the
             Horses
             .
             Ties
             them
             to
             the
             Mangers
             ,
          
           
             And
             throws
             before
             them
             Provender
             good
             store
             .
          
           
             Sets
             up
             the
             Coach
             ,
             and
             then
             brings
             in
             the
             strangers
             ,
          
           
             Who
             at
             the
             beauty
             of
             the
             house
             amazed
             .
          
           
             (
             For
             bright
             it
             shined
             as
             the
             Moon
             or
             Sun
             )
          
           
             And
             when
             they
             had
             sufficiently
             gazed
             ,
          
           
             To
             where
             the
             Bathing-room
             was
             walked
             on
             .
          
           
             After
             they
             were
             well
             washed
             and
             anointed
             ,
          
           
             And
             cloathed
             with
             soft
             nappy
             Cloak
             and
             Coat
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             should
             near
             him
             sit
             the
             King
             appointed
             ,
          
           
             And
             near
             unto
             his
             Throne
             their
             Chairs
             were
             brought
             .
          
           
             A
             Maid
             the
             Golden
             Bason
             and
             the
             Ewre
          
           
             To
             wash
             their
             hands
             over
             a
             Caldron
             brings
             .
          
           
             (
             The
             Caldron
             also
             was
             of
             silver
             pure
             )
          
           
             Another
             on
             the
             Table
             laid
             good
             things
             .
          
           
             Another
             Bread.
             The
             Carver
             also
             cuts
          
           
             Of
             every
             sort
             of
             meat
             the
             choicest
             bits
             ,
          
           
             And
             them
             on
             trenchers
             on
             the
             Table
             puts
             .
          
           
             And
             Menelaus
             pointing
             to
             it
             sits
             .
          
           
             And
             heartily
             invites
             them
             to
             fall
             to
             .
          
           
             Eat
             now
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             we
             shall
             have
             time
             enough
          
           
             When
             you
             have
             supp'd
             to
             ask
             you
             where
             and
             who
             .
          
           
             Your
             Ancestors
             are
             not
             obscure
             I
             know
             .
          
           
           
             Such
             Children
             are
             not
             got
             by
             wretched
             men
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             he
             spake
             he
             took
             from
             his
             own
             Mess
          
           
             As
             much
             as
             both
             his
             hands
             could
             comprehend
          
           
             Of
             good
             Chine-beef
             ,
             and
             gave
             it
             to
             these
             Guests
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             they
             laid
             their
             hands
             upon
             their
             meat
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             their
             hunger
             and
             their
             thirst
             was
             gone
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             that
             near
             sat
             to
             his
             seat
          
           
             Whisper'd
             Pisistratus
             ,
             You
             ,
             Nestors
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Do
             you
             not
             mark
             the
             splendour
             in
             this
             house
             .
          
           
             Of
             Brass
             ,
             Gold
             ,
             Amber
             ,
             Silver
             ,
             Ivory
             ?
          
           
             Such
             sure
             the
             house
             is
             of
             Olympius
             ,
          
           
             So
             many
             and
             so
             glorious
             things
             I
             see
             .
          
           
             But
             Menelaus
             heard
             him
             .
             Let
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             No
             mortal
             man
             with
             Jupiter
             compare
             .
          
           
             His
             house
             decays
             not
             ,
             nor
             goods
             wasted
             be
             .
          
           
             What
             men
             compare
             with
             me
             I
             do
             not
             care
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             my
             Goods
             I
             paid
             for
             very
             dear
          
           
             With
             pain
             and
             peril
             in
             my
             coming
             home
             ,
          
           
             And
             wandring
             up
             and
             down
             at
             Sea
             eight
             year
          
           
             Before
             I
             could
             into
             my
             Country
             come
             .
          
           
             I
             was
             in
             Cyprus
             and
             Phoeaicia
             ,
          
           
             Came
             to
             the
             Cydo●s
             and
             Erembians
             ,
          
           
             To
             Aegypt
             and
             to
             Ethiopia
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             sertile
             grounds
             o'
             th'
             Libyans
             .
          
           
             Where
             ev'ry
             year
             the
             Sheep
             three
             times
             do
             breed
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             Lambs
             fall
             horned
             from
             the
             Dam.
          
           
             Nor
             master
             nor
             his
             man
             there
             stands
             in
             need
          
           
             Of
             Cheese
             or
             Milk
             ,
             or
             tender
             flesh
             of
             Lamb.
          
           
             While
             I
             my
             Goods
             amongst
             them
             wandring
             got
             ,
          
           
             I
             lost
             my
             Brother
             by
             his
             Wife
             betrai'd
             .
          
           
             And
             therefore
             in
             my
             riches
             glory
             not
             .
          
           
             And
             all
             this
             to
             you
             have
             your
             Fathers
             said
             .
          
           
             Absent
             ,
             I
             lost
             my
             house
             ,
             and
             much
             rich
             stuff
             .
          
           
             Had
             I
             my
             fellows
             sav'd
             I
             led
             to
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             I
             'd
             been
             content
             with
             the
             third
             part
             thereof
             .
          
           
             So
             all
             to
             all
             I
             've
             little
             cause
             of
             joy
             .
          
           
             For
             all
             my
             Friends
             at
             Troy
             lost
             griev'd
             was
             I
             ,
          
           
             And
             sometimes
             wept
             ,
             yet
             sometimes
             also
             not
             .
          
           
             For
             quick
             of
             tears
             is
             the
             satiety
             .
          
           
             But
             one
             there
             is
             ,
             when
             he
             is
             in
             my
             thought
          
           
           
             I
             neither
             food
             nor
             sleep
             desire
             to
             take
             .
          
           
             For
             all
             the
             while
             we
             were
             besieging
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             None
             suffer'd
             so
             much
             for
             the
             Argives
             sake
          
           
             As
             did
             Ulysses
             ,
             nor
             so
             oft
             did
             pray
             .
          
           
             And
             more
             perhaps
             he
             is
             to
             suffer
             yet
             .
          
           
             Long
             stays
             he
             ,
             and
             whether
             alive
             or
             dead
          
           
             He
             be
             ,
             I
             can
             from
             no
             man
             notice
             ge●
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             from
             my
             sorrow
             be
             delivered
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             as
             for
             a
             Son
             of
             life
             berest
          
           
             La●rtes
             weeps
             .
             So
             does
             Penelope
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             whom
             young
             Ulysses
             left
             ,
          
           
             Spends
             his
             best
             age
             in
             pain
             and
             misery
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Telemachus
             before
             his
             eyes
          
           
             Held
             up
             his
             Purple
             Robe
             ,
             the
             tears
             to
             hide
          
           
             Drawn
             from
             him
             by
             his
             Fathers
             Miseries
             .
          
           
             And
             Menelaus
             when
             he
             that
             espi'd
          
           
             Consider'd
             whether
             best
             it
             were
             or
             no
          
           
             To
             tell
             him
             first
             what
             he
             had
             heard
             or
             seen
          
           
             About
             his
             Father
             ,
             or
             what
             he
             would
             know
          
           
             To
             let
             him
             ask
             .
             But
             Helen
             then
             came
             in
          
           
             Like
             to
             Diana
             in
             great
             Majesty
             .
          
           
             Adreste
             came
             in
             with
             her
             with
             a
             Chair
             .
          
           
             Alcippe
             a
             soft
             Carpet
             layed
             nigh
             .
          
           
             Her
             Basket
             brought
             in
             was
             by
             Phylo
             fair
             .
          
           
             A●
             Thebes
             in
             Ae●ypt
             it
             was
             given
             her
          
           
             By
             Polybus
             his
             wife
             Alcandre
             ,
             when
          
           
             King
             Menelaus
             travelling
             was
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             Polybus
             gave
             to
             him
             Talents
             ten
          
           
             Of
             Gold
             ,
             and
             Lavers
             two
             of
             Silver
             fine
             ,
          
           
             And
             two
             three-sooted
             Caldrons
             of
             good
             Brass
             .
          
           
             Then
             by
             
               Alcandre
               t'Helena
            
             Divine
          
           
             A
             silver
             brim
             guilt
             Basket
             given
             was
          
           
             With
             fine
             and
             curiously-spun
             thred
             prest
             full
          
           
             With
             Distaff
             on
             it
             more
             thred
             yet
             to
             spin
          
           
             Beady
             invested
             with
             soft
             Purple
             wool
             .
          
           
             This
             was
             the
             Basket
             Phylo
             then
             brought
             in
             .
          
           
             Then
             Helen
             sat
             ,
             and
             by
             her
             Husband
             told
          
           
             What
             thitherto
             had
             past
             ,
             I
             know
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
          
           
             King
             Menelaus
             ;
             now
             I
             them
             behold
          
           
             The
             Guests
             that
             are
             come
             to
             you
             ,
             who
             they
             be
             .
          
           
           
             But
             shall
             I
             tell
             you
             what
             I
             think
             or
             no
             ?
          
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             true
             .
             I
             never
             yet
             saw
             one
          
           
             So
             like
             another
             ,
             as
             this
             man
             is
             to
          
           
             
               Telemachus
               ,
               Ulysses
            
             only
             Son.
          
           
             Whom
             when
             with
             other
             Greeks
             to
             Ilium
          
           
             He
             went
             to
             setch
             away
             this
             Monky
             me
          
           
             By
             bloody
             War
             ,
             he
             left
             a
             Child
             at
             home
             .
          
           
             Then
             Menelaus
             spake
             .
             Since
             you
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             Have
             put
             it
             in
             my
             mind
             ,
             I
             think
             so
             too
             .
          
           
             His
             eyes
             ,
             his
             feet
             ,
             his
             hands
             ,
             his
             head
             ,
             his
             hair
             ▪
          
           
             Are
             like
             Ulysses
             his
             ,
             who
             I
             'd
             tell
             you
             now
          
           
             What
             m●sery
             for
             me
             he
             suffer'd
             there
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             it
             makes
             him
             weep
             and
             hide
             his
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             Then
             to
             Atrides
             said
             Pisistratus
             ,
          
           
             The
             truth
             to
             you
             ,
             O
             King
             ,
             I
             'll
             not
             disguise
             .
          
           
             This
             is
             Ulysses
             Son
             Telemachus
             .
          
           
             But
             jealous
             of
             his
             tongue
             and
             fearful
             is
          
           
             Before
             a
             man
             experienced
             and
             wise
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             he
             should
             say
             something
             at
             first
             amiss
             ,
          
           
             And
             lay
             his
             weakness
             open
             to
             your
             eyes
             .
          
           
             Nestor
             sent
             me
             along
             with
             him
             for
             guide
             ,
          
           
             Because
             he
             so
             much
             longed
             you
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             hear
             what
             of
             his
             Father
             was
             betide
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             you
             holpen
             and
             instructed
             be
             .
          
           
             Unhappy
             is
             the
             Child
             whose
             Father
             's
             gone
          
           
             And
             this
             is
             now
             Telemachus
             his
             case
             .
          
           
             For
             of
             Ulysses
             news
             he
             can
             hear
             none
             ,
          
           
             Who
             to
             defend
             him
             left
             none
             in
             his
             place
             .
          
           
             How
             ,
             how
             !
             then
             said
             Atrides
             ,
             I
             have
             here
          
           
             The
             Son
             of
             one
             that
             I
             esteemed
             most
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             my
             sake
             suffer'd
             and
             did
             more
             there
          
           
             Than
             any
             other
             in
             the
             Argive
             Host.
          
           
             To
             whom
             I
             meant
             ,
             had
             we
             come
             safely
             home
             ,
          
           
             To
             shew
             more
             kindness
             than
             to
             any-one
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             Greeks
             .
             Assoon
             as
             we
             were
             come
          
           
             I
             had
             to
             Argos
             brought
             him
             and
             his
             Son
             ;
          
           
             Built
             them
             a
             City
             ;
             made
             both
             but
             one
             State
             ,
          
           
             And
             laid
             the
             Cities
             round
             about
             us
             waste
             ;
          
           
             And
             often
             there
             with
             one
             another
             safe
             ;
          
           
             And
             only
             death
             our
             friendship
             had
             displac't
             .
          
           
           
             But
             by
             the
             Gods
             these
             thoughts
             are
             rendred
             vain
             .
          
           
             They
             have
             Ulysses
             from
             his
             Country
             kept
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             from
             tears
             they
             could
             no
             more
             abstain
             .
          
           
             Joves
             Daughter
             
               Argive
               Helena
            
             then
             wept
             ,
          
           
             And
             Menelaus
             and
             Telemachus
             .
          
           
             Nor
             could
             Pisistratus
             his
             tears
             restrain
             ,
          
           
             But
             on
             his
             Brother
             thought
             Antilochus
             ,
          
           
             That
             by
             the
             fair
             
             Aurora's
             Son
             was
             slain
             .
          
           
             And
             him
             remembring
             ,
             to
             Atrides
             spake
             .
          
           
             Atrides
             ,
             oft
             have
             I
             heard
             Nestor
             tell
             ,
          
           
             (
             As
             oft
             as
             we
             did
             of
             you
             mention
             make
             )
          
           
             That
             you
             'mongst
             men
             in
             wisdom
             do
             excel
             .
          
           
             I
             pray
             you
             think
             not
             I
             take
             any
             pleasure
          
           
             To
             act
             at
             Supper-time
             the
             rites
             of
             mourning
             .
          
           
             For
             that
             another
             time
             we
             shall
             have
             leisure
             ;
          
           
             Unless
             we
             look
             no
             more
             to
             see
             the
             Morning
             .
          
           
             Not
             that
             I
             weeping
             for
             the
             dead
             condemn
             ,
          
           
             Or
             cutting
             off
             of
             hair
             .
             It
             is
             a
             debt
          
           
             We
             owe
             to
             our
             dead
             friends
             .
             And
             one
             of
             them
          
           
             My
             Brother
             is
             ,
             whom
             I
             cannot
             forget
             .
          
           
             He
             was
             not
             of
             the
             Greeks
             the
             meanest
             man.
          
           
             For
             swift
             he
             was
             of
             foot
             and
             bold
             in
             fight
          
           
             (
             Which
             you
             than
             I
             much
             better
             witness
             can
             )
          
           
             To
             kill
             his
             Foe
             in
             battle
             or
             in
             flight
             .
          
           
             Dear
             friend
             ,
             Atrides
             answer'd
             ,
             you
             have
             said
          
           
             What
             might
             an
             older
             man
             have
             well
             beseemed
          
           
             To
             say
             and
             do
             ;
             and
             
             Nestor's
             stock
             bewrayed
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             wisdom
             is
             of
             all
             mens
             most
             esteemed
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             easie
             to
             discern
             the
             race
             of
             one
          
           
             To
             whom
             a
             happy
             life
             the
             Gods
             shall
             grant
             ,
          
           
             As
             unto
             Noble
             Nestor
             they
             have
             done
             ,
          
           
             Long
             life
             ,
             and
             Sons
             discreet
             and
             valiant
             .
          
           
             Let
             's
             put
             off
             for
             the
             present
             tales
             of
             sorrow
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             our
             meat
             again
             our
             minds
             apply
             .
          
           
             Bring
             water
             for
             our
             hands
             .
             Betimes
             to
             morrow
          
           
             We
             'll
             talk
             of
             this
             Telemachus
             and
             〈◊〉
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Asphalion
             came
             in
             with
             water
             ▪
          
           
             They
             wash'd
             ,
             &
             on
             the
             meat
             their
             hands
             they
             lai'd
             ,
          
           
             But
             in
             the
             mean
             time
             
               Helena
               Joves
            
             Daughter
          
           
             An
             Antidote
             into
             the
             wine
             convei'd
             .
          
           
           
             An
             Antidote
             that
             vertue
             had
             to
             keep
          
           
             The
             man
             that
             drank
             it
             mixed
             with
             his
             wine
          
           
             So
             as
             for
             all
             that
             day
             he
             should
             not
             weep
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             for
             what
             ever
             should
             befal
             him
             whine
             :
          
           
             No
             though
             his
             Father
             or
             his
             Mother
             di'd
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Friend
             or
             Brother
             slain
             were
             in
             his
             sight
          
           
             By
             cruel
             enemies
             that
             them
             envi'd
             .
          
           
             Such
             was
             of
             Helens
             Medicine
             the
             might
             ,
          
           
             Which
             t'
             her
             in
             Aegypt
             Thon's
             wife
             given
             had
             ,
          
           
             Where
             many
             Drugs
             of
             wondrous
             vertue
             grow
             ,
          
           
             Some
             here
             ,
             some
             there
             ,
             and
             some
             good
             ,
             and
             some
             bad
             ▪
          
           
             For
             all
             men
             there
             the
             Art
             of
             Physique
             know
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             from
             Paean
             sprung
             are
             all
             those
             men
             .
          
           
             The
             Antidote
             put
             in
             ,
             she
             bad
             the
             wine
          
           
             Be
             born
             about
             .
             And
             then
             she
             said
             agen
             ,
          
           
             King
             Menelaus
             offspring
             of
             Gods
             divine
             ,
          
           
             Descended
             from
             the
             Gods
             are
             also
             these
             .
          
           
             And
             Jove
             good
             fortune
             gives
             sometimes
             to
             one
             ,
          
           
             And
             sometimes
             to
             another
             ,
             as
             he
             please
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             can
             do
             whatever
             can
             be
             done
             .
          
           
             Feast
             then
             ,
             and
             merrily
             together
             sit
             ,
          
           
             And
             please
             your selves
             with
             Stories
             .
             I
             'll
             tell
             one
             ,
          
           
             And
             which
             as
             to
             the
             time
             ,
             is
             not
             unfit
             ,
          
           
             Of
             what
             at
             Troy
             was
             by
             Ulysses
             done
             .
          
           
             I
             will
             not
             tell
             you
             all
             the
             pranks
             he
             plaid
             ,
          
           
             But
             only
             how
             he
             came
             into
             the
             Town
             ,
          
           
             With
             canvas
             Mantle
             o'r
             his
             shoulders
             laid
             ,
          
           
             Bloody
             with
             stripes
             ,
             from
             no
             hand
             but
             his
             own
             〈◊〉
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             name
             of
             Dectes
             there
             did
             pass
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             a
             slave
             went
             freely
             up
             and
             down
             ,
          
           
             When
             such
             man
             in
             the
             Fleet
             at
             all
             none
             was
             .
          
           
             And
             was
             to
             every
             one
             but
             me
             unknown
             .
          
           
             I
             question'd
             him
             ,
             and
             he
             at
             first
             was
             shy
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             I
             bath'd
             him
             and
             anointed
             had
             ,
          
           
             And
             cloth'd
             ,
             and
             tane
             an
             Oath
             of
             secresie
             ,
          
           
             He
             told
             me
             what
             designe
             the
             Argives
             had
             .
          
           
             Then
             having
             gotten
             much
             Intelligence
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             of
             the
             Trojan
             people
             slain
             ,
          
           
             He
             safely
             to
             the
             Fleet
             departed
             thence
          
           
             Leaving
             their
             Wives
             lamenting
             there
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
           
             But
             I
             was
             glad
             .
             For
             changed
             was
             my
             mind
             ,
          
           
             And
             griev'd
             by
             Venus
             t'
             have
             been
             made
             so
             mad
             ,
          
           
             To
             leave
             my
             Child
             Hermione
             behind
             ,
          
           
             And
             my
             good
             Husband
             when
             no
             cause
             I
             had
             .
          
           
             Then
             Men●laus
             said
             ,
             Your
             Story
             ,
             Wife
             ,
          
           
             Is
             to
             the
             purpose
             .
             Countries
             I
             have
             seen
          
           
             Many
             ;
             and
             oft
             with
             Heroes
             in
             my
             life
          
           
             In
             Councels
             sitten
             ;
             but
             was
             never
             in
          
           
             The
             place
             where
             any
             like
             Ulysses
             sat
             .
          
           
             I'
             th'
             Wooden
             Horse
             ,
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             what
             he
             did
             .
          
           
             (
             No
             man
             did
             ever
             such
             a
             thing
             as
             that
             )
          
           
             The
             Princes
             of
             the
             Army
             there
             lay
             hid
          
           
             Death
             and
             destruction
             bearing
             into
             Troy.
          
           
             Some
             Daemon
             then
             that
             was
             no
             friend
             to
             us
             ,
          
           
             Made
             you
             come
             forth
             our
             Counsel
             to
             destroy
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             you
             also
             came
             Deiphobus
             .
          
           
             And
             thrice
             about
             the
             Wooden
             Horse
             you
             went
             ,
          
           
             And
             called
             to
             us
             ev'ry
             man
             by
             name
             ,
          
           
             And
             our
             Wives
             voices
             so
             did
             represent
             ,
          
           
             As
             not
             to
             be
             discerned
             from
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             I'
             th'
             midst
             
               Ulysses
               ,
               Diomed
            
             ,
             and
             I
          
           
             Heard
             well
             your
             call
             as
             we
             together
             sat
             ,
          
           
             And
             ready
             were
             to
             go
             forth
             ,
             or
             reply
             ;
          
           
             But
             by
             Ulysses
             hindred
             were
             of
             that
             .
          
           
             But
             Anticlus
             had
             answered
             certainly
             ,
          
           
             Had
             not
             Ulysses
             when
             he
             heard
             her
             call
             ,
          
           
             Laid
             hand
             upon
             his
             mouth
             immediately
             ,
          
           
             And
             held
             ,
             till
             you
             were
             gone
             .
             That
             sav'd
             us
             all
             .
          
           
             'T
             was
             much
             (
             then
             said
             Telemachus
             )
             but
             this
          
           
             Was
             not
             enough
             the
             man
             alive
             to
             keep
          
           
             Though
             made
             of
             steel
             ,
             whose
             end
             determin'd
             is
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             ,
             O
             King
             ,
             the
             time
             is
             come
             for
             sleep
             .
          
           
             Then
             Helen
             to
             her
             women
             order
             gave
          
           
             To
             see
             their
             Beds
             made
             ready
             ,
             and
             lay
             on
          
           
             Fair
             Pu●ple
             Rugs
             ,
             and
             under
             them
             to
             have
          
           
             Soft
             Blankets
             ,
             and
             fine
             Coverlids
             upon
          
           
             Before
             the
             house
             in
             Chambers
             o'r
             the
             Gate
             .
          
           
             But
             in
             the
             Inmost
             of
             the
             Palace
             lay
          
           
             King
             Men●laus
             with
             his
             Royal
             Mate
             ,
          
           
             And
             rose
             again
             together
             with
             the
             day
             .
          
           
           
             And
             when
             he
             had
             himself
             attir'd
             and
             shod
             ,
          
           
             And
             hung
             his
             trusty
             sword
             had
             by
             his
             side
             ,
          
           
             Out
             of
             his
             Chamber
             came
             he
             like
             a
             God
          
           
             And
             to
             Telmachus
             himself
             appli'd
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             said
             he
             ,
             what
             bringeth
             you
          
           
             To
             Lacedaemon
             o'r
             thé
             Sea
             so
             wide
             ?
          
           
             Publike
             or
             private
             bus'ness
             ?
             Tell
             me
             true
             .
          
           
             Telema●hus
             unto
             him
             then
             repli'd
             .
          
           
             To
             you
             ,
             King
             Menel●●
             ,
             I
             am
             come
          
           
             T'
             enquire
             what
             of
             my
             Father
             is
             be●ide
             .
          
           
             My
             house
             is
             full
             of
             Enemies
             at
             home
             ,
          
           
             That
             me
             consume
             ;
             and
             there
             resolve
             t'
             abide
             .
          
           
             I'
             th'
             fields
             they
             fruitless
             make
             my
             husbandry
             .
          
           
             My
             st●●k
             they
             eat
             ,
             and
             would
             my
             Mother
             wed
             .
          
           
             This
             made
             me
             come
             to
             know
             the
             certainty
          
           
             Whether
             my
             Father
             be
             alive
             or
             dead
             .
          
           
             Whether
             you
             saw
             him
             after
             he
             left
             Troy
          
           
             Wandring
             abroad
             .
             (
             For
             he
             was
             born
             to
             woe
             .
             )
          
           
             Or
             of
             him
             any
             thing
             heard
             others
             say
             .
          
           
             Let
             tenderness
             hide
             nothing
             that
             you
             know
             .
          
           
             If
             in
             the
             Argive
             Host
             he
             useful
             were
          
           
             I●
             Counsel
             or
             in
             Battle
             ,
             when
             need
             was
             ,
          
           
             Tell
             me
             the
             truth
             be
             't
             never
             so
             severe
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             ,
             much
             griev'd
             ,
             answer'd
             Menelaus
             .
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             yes
             (
             said
             he
             )
             there
             many
             enter'd
             be
          
           
             Into
             a
             strong
             mans
             house
             while
             he
             's
             away
             .
          
           
             And
             are
             in
             hope
             to
             dwell
             there
             constantly
             ,
          
           
             Though
             not
             so
             valiant
             ,
             as
             he
             ,
             be
             they
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             a
             Stag
             and
             Hind
             entring
             the
             Den
          
           
             Of
             th'
             absent
             Lion
             lulls
             his
             whelps
             with
             tales
          
           
             Of
             Hills
             and
             Dales
             ,
             the
             Lion
             comes
             agen
          
           
             And
             tears
             them
             into
             pieces
             with
             his
             nails
             ;
          
           
             So
             shall
             Ulysses
             all
             those
             Suiters
             slay
             .
          
           
             Oh
             that
             the
             Gods
             ,
             
               Apollo
               ,
               Pallas
               ,
               Jove
            
             ,
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Suiters
             set
             him
             would
             one
             day
             ,
          
           
             Such
             as
             when
             with
             Philome●id
             he
             strove
             ,
          
           
             And
             threw
             him
             flat
             ,
             and
             made
             the
             Argives
             glad
             .
          
           
             If
             such
             as
             then
             Ulysses
             should
             be
             there
             ,
          
           
             Short
             would
             their
             lives
             be
             and
             their
             wedding
             bad
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             the
             matter
             whereof
             you
             would
             hear
             ,
          
           
           
             I
             can
             say
             nothing
             upon
             certainty
             ,
          
           
             And
             my
             own
             knowledge
             .
             But
             what
             I
             was
             told
          
           
             By
             Proteus
             .
             And
             tell
             I
             will
             no
             lie
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             thing
             of
             what
             he
             said
             with-hold
             .
          
           
             Before
             the
             Land
             of
             
               Aegypt
               Pharos
            
             lies
             ,
          
           
             An
             Island
             ,
             and
             therein
             a
             Haven
             good
          
           
             Against
             whatever
             wind
             shall
             chance
             to
             rise
             .
          
           
             And
             ready
             to
             depart
             my
             ships
             there
             stood
             .
          
           
             A
             days
             sail
             distant
             stands
             it
             in
             the
             Main
             ;
          
           
             But
             'cause
             the
             Hecatomb
             I
             offer'd
             not
             ,
          
           
             The
             Gods
             a
             long
             time
             did
             me
             there
             detain
             .
          
           
             For
             they
             are
             angry
             when
             they
             are
             forgot
             .
          
           
             There
             twenty
             days
             together
             we
             were
             pent
             ,
          
           
             Though
             fain
             we
             would
             have
             put
             again
             to
             Sea
             ;
          
           
             And
             our
             Provision
             had
             quite
             been
             spent
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             I
             then
             met
             with
             Idothoë
             .
          
           
             She
             daughter
             is
             of
             Proteus
             .
             And
             he
          
           
             A
             Herdsman
             old
             of
             Neptune
             is
             ,
             and
             has
          
           
             The
             charge
             his
             Sea-calves
             kept
             and
             fed
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             His
             daughter
             met
             me
             when
             alone
             I
             was
             .
          
           
             My
             Company
             their
             dinner
             to
             provide
             ,
          
           
             With
             Angle-rods
             were
             fishing
             on
             the
             strand
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             she
             to
             me
             standing
             by
             my
             side
             ,
          
           
             Why
             stay
             you
             here
             and
             nothing
             take
             in
             hand
          
           
             To
             help
             your self
             ,
             as
             if
             a
             Child
             you
             were
             ,
          
           
             Or
             negligent
             ,
             or
             loved
             misery
             ,
          
           
             Suffring
             your self
             to
             be
             so
             long
             pent
             here
             ?
          
           
             Or
             can
             you
             no
             way
             find
             to
             be
             set
             free
             ?
          
           
             What
             God
             you
             be
             soever
             (
             answer'd
             I
             )
          
           
             Thus
             much
             unto
             you
             I
             must
             plainly
             say
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             this
             Isle
             I
             stay
             unwillingly
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             my
             freedom
             to
             the
             Gods
             I
             pray
             .
          
           
             But
             tell
             me
             you
             (
             for
             Gods
             know
             every
             thing
             )
          
           
             What
             God
             is
             it
             that
             to
             this
             place
             me
             ti'd
             ;
          
           
             And
             what
             it
             is
             that
             must
             me
             from
             it
             bring
             .
          
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             then
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             and
             nothing
             hide
             .
          
           
             By
             an
             old
             Sea-God
             haunted
             is
             this
             Isle
             ,
          
           
             Call'd
             Proteus
             ,
             that
             nothing
             says
             untrue
             ,
          
           
             Servant
             to
             Neptune
             .
             Whom
             if
             by
             some
             wile
          
           
             You
             could
             but
             catch
             and
             hold
             ,
             he
             'd
             answer
             you
          
           
           
             To
             all
             you
             ask
             .
             And
             he
             my
             Father
             is
             .
          
           
             He
             'll
             tell
             you
             how
             to
             get
             your
             Ships
             to
             Sea
             ;
          
           
             And
             how
             you
             shall
             get
             home
             .
             He
             knows
             all
             this
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             's
             there
             done
             .
             So
             said
             Idothoë
             .
          
           
             But
             how
             (
             said
             I
             )
             is't
             possible
             for
             man
          
           
             Upon
             a
             God
             Immortal
             to
             lay
             hold
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             foreseeing
             it
             avoid
             it
             can
             ,
          
           
             If
             how
             to
             do
             't
             he
             be
             not
             by
             you
             told
             ?
          
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             (
             said
             she
             )
             how
             it
             may
             be
             done
             .
          
           
             Hidden
             in
             the
             Curls
             of
             the
             Sea
             each
             day
          
           
             Brought
             in
             by
             Zephyrus
             ,
             he
             lands
             at
             Noon
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             sand
             himself
             to
             sleep
             will
             lay
             .
          
           
             About
             him
             will
             his
             footless
             Sea-calves
             lie
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             brine
             abominably
             smell
             .
          
           
             And
             thither
             bring
             you
             in
             the
             morn
             will
             I
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             to
             place
             your selves
             instruct
             you
             well
             .
          
           
             For
             three
             more
             must
             come
             with
             you
             lusty
             men
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             you
             shall
             chuse
             from
             out
             your
             company
             .
          
           
             The
             old
             Sea-God
             his
             flock
             will
             number
             then
             ,
          
           
             And
             having
             done
             ,
             i'
             th'
             midst
             of
             them
             will
             lie
             ,
          
           
             Just
             as
             a
             Shepherd
             lies
             amongst
             his
             sheep
             .
          
           
             Now
             waver
             not
             ,
             but
             bold
             and
             constant
             be
             .
          
           
             Assoon
             as
             you
             shall
             see
             he
             is
             asleep
             ,
          
           
             Lay
             hold
             on
             him
             ,
             and
             keep
             it
             constantly
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             in
             divers
             shapes
             will
             with
             you
             struggle
             .
          
           
             He
             will
             be
             any
             Serpent
             that
             he
             please
             .
          
           
             Himself
             he
             'll
             into
             Fire
             or
             Water
             juggle
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             hold
             fast
             ,
             left
             he
             your
             hands
             disseize
             .
          
           
             When
             of
             himself
             he
             shall
             contented
             be
          
           
             In
             his
             first
             form
             the
             matter
             to
             debate
             ;
          
           
             Take
             off
             your
             hands
             ,
             and
             set
             the
             old
             God
             free
             .
          
           
             Then
             of
             your
             business
             him
             interrogate
             ,
          
           
             What
             God
             it
             is
             that
             hath
             your
             hurt
             contrived
             .
          
           
             How
             you
             shall
             put
             to
             Sea.
             Which
             way
             go
             home
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             into
             the
             Sea
             again
             she
             dived
             .
          
           
             Then
             full
             of
             thoughts
             back
             to
             my
             Ships
             I
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             supt
             .
             And
             when
             we
             supped
             had
             't
             was
             night
             .
          
           
             Then
             slept
             we
             by
             our
             ships
             upon
             the
             sand
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             Aurora
             had
             brought
             back
             the
             light
             ,
          
           
             Then
             went
             I
             with
             my
             three
             men
             to
             the
             strand
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             prayed
             to
             the
             Gods
             ;
             my
             men
             I
             chose
             ,
          
           
             Such
             men
             as
             for
             the
             purpose
             fit
             I
             thought
             .
          
           
             Idothoë
             then
             from
             the
             Sea
             arose
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             her
             hand
             four
             Sea-calves
             skins
             she
             brought
          
           
             All
             raw
             ,
             her
             Father
             thereby
             to
             betray
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             those
             skins
             upon
             us
             on
             the
             shore
          
           
             Scrap'd
             hollow
             by
             her
             ,
             like
             Sea
             calves
             we
             lay
             .
          
           
             And
             there
             our
             lodging
             had
             been
             very
             sore
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             so
             abominably
             do
             they
             stink
             ,
          
           
             That
             no
             man
             near
             them
             can
             endure
             to
             lie
             .
          
           
             Is
             it
             good
             lying
             with
             a
             Whale
             d'
             ye
             think
             ?
             )
          
           
             But
             that
             she
             for
             it
             had
             a
             remedy
             .
          
           
             Ambrosia
             she
             with
             her
             brought
             ,
             and
             laid
          
           
             The
             same
             unto
             our
             Noses
             one
             by
             one
             ,
          
           
             Which
             the
             ill
             savour
             of
             the
             Fish
             allai'd
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             we
             lay
             expecting
             till
             't
             was
             Noon
             .
          
           
             Then
             all
             at
             once
             the
             Sea-calves
             came
             ashore
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             themselves
             they
             bedded
             orderly
             .
          
           
             At
             noon
             came
             Proteus
             ,
             and
             counts
             them
             o'r
             ,
          
           
             And
             first
             were
             counted
             my
             three
             men
             and
             I.
          
           
             Then
             lay
             he
             also
             down
             .
             And
             by
             and
             by
          
           
             He
             fell
             asleep
             .
             Then
             we
             unto
             him
             ran
             ,
          
           
             And
             laid
             hands
             on
             him
             with
             a
             hideous
             cry
             .
          
           
             And
             he
             to
             shew
             his
             wondrous
             Art
             began
             .
          
           
             A
             shaggy
             Lion
             first
             he
             seem'd
             to
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             a
             Dragon
             ;
             then
             a
             Leopard
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             a
             Boar
             ;
             then
             Water
             ;
             then
             a
             Tree
             .
          
           
             But
             still
             we
             kept
             our
             hold
             ,
             and
             prest
             him
             hard
             .
          
           
             He
             weary
             was
             at
             last
             ,
             and
             then
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             Atrides
             ,
             how
             came
             you
             by
             so
             much
             skill
          
           
             To
             hold
             me
             thus
             ?
             What
             God
             has
             me
             betrai'd
             ?
          
           
             What
             needed
             you
             to
             vex
             me
             ?
             What
             's
             your
             will
             ?
          
           
             What
             need
             ,
             said
             I
             ,
             have
             you
             from
             me
             to
             hear
             ,
          
           
             That
             bound
             am
             to
             this
             Isle
             ,
             and
             know
             not
             how
          
           
             To
             put
             to
             Sea
             ,
             nor
             what
             God
             holds
             me
             here
             ,
          
           
             When
             you
             can
             tell
             me
             (
             for
             Gods
             all
             things
             know
             .
             )
          
           
             Then
             back
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             to
             Greece
             you
             cannot
             come
             ,
          
           
             Till
             you
             to
             Aegypt
             do
             return
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             pay
             to
             all
             the
             Gods
             a
             Hecatomb
             .
          
           
             That
             done
             ,
             you
             shall
             pass
             safely
             o'r
             the
             Main
             .
          
           
           
             Thus
             Proteus
             said
             .
             But
             that
             I
             must
             go
             first
          
           
             Back
             into
             Aegypt
             ,
             an
             ill
             and
             long
             way
             ,
          
           
             My
             heart
             to
             hear
             it
             ready
             was
             to
             burst
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             hard
             ,
             said
             I
             ,
             but
             I
             'll
             do
             all
             you
             say
             .
          
           
             But
             tell
             me
             of
             the
             Argives
             first
             ,
             if
             they
          
           
             With
             their
             good
             Ships
             came
             all
             in
             safety
             home
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             and
             Nestor
             left
             behind
             at
             Troy.
          
           
             How
             many
             by
             the
             way
             they
             lost
             ,
             and
             whom
             .
          
           
             Some
             of
             them
             scap'd
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             and
             some
             are
             lost
             .
          
           
             But
             of
             the
             Princes
             lost
             are
             only
             twain
          
           
             In
             their
             return
             .
             (
             Upon
             the
             Trojan
             Coast
          
           
             You
             know
             who
             di'd
             .
             )
             And
             one
             the
             Gods
             detain
             .
          
           
             First
             Ajax
             ships
             by
             winds
             were
             laid
             aground
          
           
             At
             Gyrae
             ,
             Rocks
             that
             on
             the
             Deep
             look
             down
             ,
          
           
             And
             'gainst
             the
             Sea
             protection
             there
             had
             found
             ,
          
           
             However
             Pallas
             did
             upon
             him
             frown
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             a
             high
             provoking
             word
             he
             spake
             .
          
           
             I
             'll
             pass
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             although
             the
             Gods
             say
             no.
          
           
             And
             Neptune
             then
             the
             Rock
             he
             sat
             on
             brake
             .
          
           
             Both
             he
             and
             it
             into
             the
             water
             go
             ,
          
           
             Where
             ,
             when
             he
             had
             drunk
             brine
             enough
             ,
             he
             di'd
             .
          
           
             Your
             Brother
             also
             safely
             past
             the
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             And
             came
             to
             
               Argos
               .
               (
               Juno
            
             was
             his
             Guide
             .
             )
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             was
             come
             near
             to
             Mount
             Malea
             ,
          
           
             Forc'd
             by
             soul
             weather
             he
             disbarked
             ,
             where
          
           
             Thyestes
             formerly
             his
             age
             had
             spent
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             his
             son
             Aegistus
             dwelled
             there
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             then
             chang'd
             the
             wind
             ,
             and
             homeward
             went.
          
           
             Full
             glad
             he
             was
             ,
             and
             kiss'd
             the
             ground
             for
             joy
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             him
             fell
             the
             tears
             abundantly
             .
          
           
             Aegistus
             that
             long
             sought
             him
             to
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             Had
             plac'd
             a
             man
             on
             purpose
             to
             descry
          
           
             Th'
             arrival
             of
             the
             Fleet
             ;
             whom
             he
             had
             hired
          
           
             To
             watch
             upon
             a
             Hill
             a
             year
             together
             ,
          
           
             For
             Talents
             ten
             of
             Gold
             that
             he
             required
             ,
          
           
             And
             tell
             him
             when
             the
             Fleet
             from
             Troy
             came
             thither
             .
          
           
             The
             Watchman
             saw
             them
             ,
             and
             t'
             Aegistus
             went
          
           
             And
             gave
             him
             notice
             of
             their
             coming
             in
             .
          
           
             Aegistus
             then
             t'
             effect
             his
             bad
             intent
             ,
          
           
             Chose
             twenty
             lusty
             men
             ,
             and
             them
             within
          
           
           
             An
             Inner-room
             he
             placed
             out
             of
             sight
             .
          
           
             And
             a
             great
             Supper
             bids
             his
             men
             provide
             ;
          
           
             Then
             down
             went
             ,
             Agamemnon
             to
             invite
             ,
          
           
             With
             Horses
             and
             with
             Coaches
             to
             th'Seaside
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             him
             up
             to
             Supper
             in
             great
             state
             .
          
           
             Then
             rose
             the
             Traytors
             that
             in
             ambush
             lay
             ,
          
           
             And
             killed
             him
             as
             he
             at
             Supper
             sate
             .
          
           
             Not
             any
             man
             alive
             went
             thence
             away
          
           
             That
             with
             Atrides
             or
             with
             him
             took
             part
             .
          
           
             When
             of
             his
             Story
             he
             had
             made
             an
             end
             ,
          
           
             To
             break
             with
             pity
             ready
             was
             my
             heart
             .
          
           
             In
             streams
             down
             on
             my
             cheeks
             the
             tears
             descend
             .
          
           
             I
             wished
             never
             more
             to
             see
             the
             Sun
             ,
          
           
             And
             weeping
             on
             the
             sand
             my self
             I
             roll'd
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             my
             Lamentation
             was
             done
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Proteus
             said
             again
             ,
             Your
             weeping
             hold
             .
          
           
             Tears
             are
             no
             remedy
             .
             But
             make
             baste
             home
             .
          
           
             There
             lives
             Aegistus
             ,
             or
             if
             he
             be
             slain
          
           
             Already
             by
             Orestes
             ,
             you
             will
             come
          
           
             To
             his
             Interment
             .
             This
             chear'd
             me
             again
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             I
             asked
             further
             of
             him
             this
             ,
          
           
             Since
             you
             have
             told
             me
             what
             's
             become
             of
             two
             ,
          
           
             Tell
             me
             ,
             the
             third
             that
             stays
             abroad
             ,
             who
             't
             is
             ,
          
           
             Alive
             or
             dead
             ;
             though
             that
             will
             grieve
             me
             too
             .
          
           
             It
             is
             (
             said
             he
             )
             Ulysses
             .
             Whom
             I
             saw
          
           
             In
             th'Island
             where
             Calypso
             dwells
             ,
             o'
             th'
             Shoar
          
           
             Weeping
             ,
             who
             fain
             would
             come
             to
             Ithaca
             ,
          
           
             But
             with
             him
             neither
             has
             a
             Ship
             or
             Oar.
          
           
             And
             you
             ,
             O
             Menelaus
             ,
             shall
             not
             die
          
           
             In
             Argos
             (
             for
             't
             is
             otherwise
             decreed
             )
          
           
             But
             be
             convey'd
             t'Elyzium
             .
             For
             why
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Jupiter
             you
             wedded
             have
             the
             Seed
             .
          
           
             There
             humanes
             lead
             their
             lives
             in
             greatest
             ease
             .
          
           
             No
             Snow
             nor
             Frost
             there
             is
             .
             Refreshed
             there
          
           
             They
             are
             by
             
             Zephyr's
             rising
             from
             the
             Seas
             .
          
           
             And
             Joves
             Son
             Rhadamanthus
             dwelleth
             there
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             into
             the
             Sea
             he
             went
             agen
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             with
             thoughts
             confused
             in
             my
             head
          
           
             Returned
             back
             unto
             my
             ships
             and
             men
             .
          
           
             And
             soon
             as
             we
             had
             sup'd
             the
             night
             was
             spread
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             back
             again
             into
             the
             Nyle
             we
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             offer'd
             to
             the
             Gods
             a
             Hecatomb
             ;
          
           
             When
             we
             their
             anger
             had
             appeased
             so
             ,
          
           
             For
             Agamemnon
             there
             we
             rais'd
             a
             Tomb.
          
           
             When
             this
             was
             done
             ,
             for
             Argos
             we
             set
             sail
             ,
          
           
             And
             quickly
             to
             our
             native
             Soil
             we
             came
             .
          
           
             Th'
             Immortal
             Gods
             gave
             us
             a
             lusty
             gale
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             way
             continued
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             ,
             yo
             've
             heard
             all
             I
             can
             say
             .
          
           
             But
             must
             not
             therefore
             streightway
             take
             your
             leave
             .
          
           
             Until
             th'
             eleventh
             or
             twelfth
             day
             you
             must
             stay
             ,
          
           
             The
             Presents
             I
             intend
             you
             to
             receive
             .
          
           
             A
             Chariot
             you
             shall
             have
             and
             Horses
             three
             ,
          
           
             And
             a
             fair
             Cup
             emboss'd
             to
             offer
             wine
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             your
             Vows
             you
             may
             remember
             me
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             I
             here
             have
             li'n
          
           
             Long
             time
             already
             .
             And
             my
             men
             at
             Pyle
          
           
             Are
             weary
             of
             expecting
             me
             .
             Else
             I
          
           
             Could
             stay
             a
             year
             ,
             and
             never
             all
             that
             while
          
           
             My
             mind
             have
             on
             my
             house
             ,
             or
             Family
             .
          
           
             So
             much
             I
             taken
             am
             with
             your
             discourse
             .
          
           
             But
             let
             my
             Present
             be
             some
             Monument
             :
          
           
             To
             Ithaca
             I
             'll
             never
             carry
             horse
             ,
          
           
             They
             for
             the
             Plains
             are
             more
             convenient
             .
          
           
             Large
             Plains
             ,
             which
             you
             have
             here
             in
             many
             places
             ,
          
           
             And
             where
             store
             is
             of
             Wheat
             ,
             and
             Rice
             ,
             and
             Lote
             .
          
           
             In
             Ithaca
             there
             is
             no
             ground
             for
             races
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             Pastures
             good
             enough
             to
             feed
             a
             Goat
             .
          
           
             In
             th'Isles
             about
             it
             ,
             gallop
             can
             no
             Horse
             .
          
           
             In
             th'
             Isle
             it self
             ,
             nor
             gallop
             ,
             nor
             be
             fed
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             had
             made
             an
             end
             of
             his
             discourse
             ,
          
           
             Atrides
             smiling
             on
             him
             stroak'd
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             spoken
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             like
             a
             gallant
             man
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             descended
             is
             of
             Noble
             blood
             .
          
           
             I
             'll
             give
             you
             other
             Presents
             (
             for
             I
             can
             )
          
           
             In
             place
             of
             these
             ,
             that
             shall
             be
             full
             as
             good
             .
          
           
             A
             Monument
             kept
             in
             my
             Treasury
             ,
          
           
             Of
             massie
             silver
             a
             fair
             Temperer
             ,
          
           
             The
             work
             of
             Vulcan
             ,
             which
             was
             given
             me
          
           
             At
             Sidon
             ,
             by
             the
             King
             ,
             when
             I
             was
             there
             .
          
           
           
             Whilst
             they
             together
             thus
             discoursing
             staid
             ,
          
           
             The
             bidden
             Guests
             ,
             fat
             sheep
             ,
             rich
             wine
             bring
             in
             ,
          
           
             And
             bread
             their
             Wives
             upon
             the
             Tables
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             about
             Supper
             busie
             were
             within
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             the
             Suiters
             at
             Ulysses
             house
          
           
             Were
             throwing
             of
             the
             Stone
             and
             Darts
             .
             And
             by
          
           
             Antinous
             sat
             and
             Eurymachus
          
           
             Chief
             of
             the
             Woo'rs
             .
             Then
             came
             Noemon
             nigh
             .
          
           
             Unto
             Antinous
             he
             spake
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             When
             will
             Telemachus
             return
             from
             Pyle
             ?
          
           
             My
             Ship
             I
             lent
             him
             ,
             and
             am
             now
             afraid
             ,
          
           
             I
             shall
             have
             need
             of
             her
             my self
             the
             while
             .
          
           
             For
             over
             into
             Elis
             I
             must
             pass
             .
          
           
             Twelve
             Mares
             of
             mine
             there
             go
             ,
             and
             with
             the
             same
          
           
             Twelve
             unbroke
             Mules
             ,
             their
             Foals
             ,
             at
             grass
             .
          
           
             And
             some
             of
             them
             I
             would
             fetch
             home
             and
             tame
             .
          
           
             At
             this
             they
             star'd
             .
             For
             never
             dreamed
             they
          
           
             That
             in
             good
             earnest
             he
             would
             go
             to
             Pyle
             ,
          
           
             But
             in
             the
             fields
             would
             with
             some
             Herdsman
             stay
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             from
             us
             conceal
             himself
             a
             while
             .
          
           
             Antinous
             then
             askt
             ,
             When
             parted
             he
             ?
          
           
             What
             Company
             went
             with
             him
             hence
             ?
             His
             own
          
           
             Servants
             and
             Husbandmen
             (
             for
             that
             might
             be
             )
          
           
             Or
             youngmen
             of
             the
             best
             account
             i'
             th'
             Town
             ?
          
           
             And
             tell
             me
             further
             ,
             was
             it
             willingly
          
           
             You
             lent
             your
             ship
             ?
             or
             were
             you
             forc'd
             thereto
             ?
          
           
             To
             this
             Noemon
             did
             again
             reply
             ,
          
           
             I
             lent
             it
             willingly
             .
             What
             should
             I
             do
             ?
          
           
             Who
             would
             not
             yield
             to
             such
             a
             man's
             request
          
           
             (
             When
             he
             has
             need
             and
             asks
             )
             as
             well
             as
             I
             ?
          
           
             And
             with
             him
             went
             of
             Ithaca
             the
             best
             ,
          
           
             And
             Mentor
             chief
             of
             all
             the
             company
             .
          
           
             If
             he
             it
             were
             not
             ,
             't
             was
             some
             Deity
             .
          
           
             For
             (
             which
             is
             strange
             )
             I
             saw
             him
             yesterday
          
           
             Before
             the
             Sun
             was
             mounted
             half
             the
             Sky
             .
          
           
             Yet
             went
             the
             ship
             the
             night
             before
             away
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             went
             his
             way
             .
             Antinous
          
           
             And
             th'
             other
             sate
             there
             yet
             ,
             and
             wondered
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             left
             their
             sport
             ,
             sat
             down
             ,
             and
             thus
          
           
             Antinous
             the
             Case
             then
             opened
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             in
             an
             angry
             tone
             ,
             with
             fiery
             eye
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             true
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             Telemachus
             has
             done
          
           
             A
             work
             to
             us
             of
             great
             indignity
             .
          
           
             We
             thought
             he
             never
             could
             that
             way
             have
             gone
             .
          
           
             We
             many
             are
             ,
             and
             men
             .
             Yet
             he
             a
             Boy
          
           
             Has
             got
             a
             Ship
             ,
             and
             of
             our
             men
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             Bu●
             may
             Jove
             him
             ,
             before
             he
             us
             destroy
             .
          
           
             Give
             me
             a
             good
             ship
             ,
             e'r
             we
             be
             opprest
             ,
          
           
             And
             twenty
             able
             men
             .
             And
             in
             the
             Strait
          
           
             'Twixt
             Ithaca
             and
             Same
             I
             will
             lie
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             their
             coming
             back
             from
             Pylus
             wait
             ,
          
           
             And
             entertain
             him
             with
             hot
             coming
             by
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             all
             were
             pleased
             with
             the
             Plot
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             they
             '
             rose
             together
             and
             went
             in
             .
          
           
             But
             Medon
             had
             heard
             all
             .
             Which
             they
             knew
             not
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             without
             the
             Court
             was
             ,
             they
             within
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             inform
             Penelope
             he
             went
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             she
             saw
             him
             coming
             in
             a
             door
             ,
          
           
             Medon
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             what
             are
             you
             hither
             sent
          
           
             To
             bid
             my
             Maids
             trouble
             themselves
             no
             more
             ,
          
           
             With
             how
             the
             Suiters
             they
             shall
             entertain
             ;
          
           
             But
             only
             for
             themselves
             make
             ready
             meat
             ?
          
           
             Lest
             when
             they
             hither
             come
             to
             sup
             again
             ,
          
           
             It
             prove
             the
             last
             that
             they
             shall
             ever
             eat
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             his
             wealth
             you
             wasted
             have
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             your
             Fathers
             never
             told
             you
             how
          
           
             Ulysses
             with
             them
             did
             himself
             behave
          
           
             That
             never
             did
             unkindness
             to
             them
             shew
          
           
             In
             Deed
             or
             Word
             .
             Although
             a
             liberty
          
           
             Kings
             often
             take
             ,
             one
             man
             to
             love
             or
             hate
          
           
             Above
             another
             ,
             without
             telling
             why
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             cause
             of
             offence
             to
             no
             man
             gave
             ,
          
           
             But
             of
             good
             turns
             received
             heretofore
          
           
             Your
             nature
             altogether
             senseless
             is
             .
          
           
             O
             Queen
             ,
             said
             Medon
             ,
             would
             it
             were
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             must
             tell
             you
             somewhat
             worse
             than
             this
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             have
             conspir'd
             to
             kill
             your
             Son
          
           
             (
             Which
             Jove
             avert
             )
             as
             he
             is
             coming
             home
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             to
             Pylus
             is
             and
             Sparta
             gone
          
           
             T'
             enquire
             what
             of
             his
             Father
             is
             become
             .
          
           
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Penelope
             was
             stricken
             dumb
             ,
          
           
             And
             filled
             were
             with
             tears
             her
             eyes
             .
             But
             when
          
           
             Her
             voice
             at
             last
             again
             was
             to
             her
             come
             ,
          
           
             She
             spake
             to
             Medon
             ,
             and
             him
             asked
             then
             .
          
           
             Medon
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             why
             went
             my
             Son
             away
             ?
          
           
             What
             need
             had
             he
             upon
             the
             Sea
             to
             ride
             ?
          
           
             Meant
             he
             his
             name
             amongst
             men
             to
             destroy
             ?
          
           
             And
             Medon
             to
             her
             then
             again
             repli'd
             ,
          
           
             I
             cannot
             tell
             .
             Perhaps
             encouraged
          
           
             By
             some
             o'
             th'
             Gods
             ,
             or
             Presage
             of
             his
             own
          
           
             T'
             enquire
             about
             his
             Father
             whether
             dead
             ,
          
           
             Or
             on
             what
             Coast
             he
             is
             by
             fortune
             thrown
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             her
             tears
             she
             could
             no
             longer
             hold
             ,
          
           
             And
             lets
             her self
             sink
             down
             upon
             the
             Sill.
          
           
             Then
             came
             her
             Maids
             about
             her
             ,
             young
             and
             old
             .
          
           
             Did
             ever
             Gods
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             bear
             such
             ill
             will
          
           
             To
             any
             woman
             as
             they
             bear
             to
             me
             ?
          
           
             Why
             deal
             they
             with
             me
             worse
             than
             with
             the
             rest
             ?
          
           
             O
             my
             dear
             Husband
             !
             What
             a
             man
             was
             he
             !
          
           
             All
             manly
             vertues
             lodged
             in
             his
             breast
             .
          
           
             Through
             Hellas
             and
             through
             Argos
             known
             was
             he
             .
          
           
             Of
             him
             the
             Gods
             unkind
             me
             first
             berest
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             away
             my
             Child
             must
             taken
             be
          
           
             That
             to
             sustain
             the
             House
             at
             home
             was
             left
             .
          
           
             Sluts
             that
             you
             are
             ,
             and
             of
             his
             going
             knew
             ,
          
           
             Why
             was
             it
             not
             to
             me
             discovered
             ?
          
           
             For
             had
             I
             of
             it
             been
             inform'd
             by
             you
             ,
          
           
             I
             had
             him
             staid
             ,
             or
             he
             had
             left
             me
             dead
             .
          
           
             To
             Dolius
             let
             one
             or
             other
             go
          
           
             (
             The
             Servant
             which
             my
             Father
             gave
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             Laertes
             at
             the
             Lodge
             is
             now
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             my
             Garden
             has
             the
             custody
             )
          
           
             And
             tell
             him
             what
             the
             Suiters
             are
             about
             .
          
           
             That
             he
             may
             to
             Laertes
             tell
             the
             same
             ;
          
           
             And
             he
             unto
             the
             people
             may
             come
             out
             ,
          
           
             And
             them
             against
             these
             wicked
             men
             inflame
             ;
          
           
             Then
             spake
             Euryclea
             .
             Dear
             Child
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
          
           
             Kill
             me
             ,
             or
             let
             me
             live
             as
             you
             think
             best
             ;
          
           
             No
             longer
             shall
             the
             truth
             concealed
             be
             .
          
           
             I
             knew
             all
             this
             .
             So
             did
             none
             of
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
           
             I
             furnish'd
             him
             with
             all
             that
             he
             commanded
             ,
          
           
             Sweet
             Wine
             and
             Flour
             .
             But
             first
             he
             made
             me
             swear
          
           
             I
             would
             not
             tell
             you
             till
             it
             was
             demanded
             ,
          
           
             Or
             that
             the
             same
             by
             others
             told
             you
             were
             ;
          
           
             For
             fear
             lest
             with
             much
             weeping
             hurt
             you
             take
             .
          
           
             But
             wash
             ,
             put
             on
             clean
             Garments
             ,
             and
             up
             go
          
           
             Into
             your
             chamber
             ,
             and
             your
             Prayers
             make
          
           
             To
             Pallas
             ,
             who
             your
             Son
             to
             save
             knows
             how
             .
          
           
             The
             griev'd
             old
             Man
             ,
             why
             should
             you
             further
             grieve
             ?
          
           
             Hated
             is
             not
             Arcesius
             his
             seed
          
           
             By
             all
             the
             Gods.
             For
             I
             cannot
             believe
          
           
             But
             some
             of
             them
             will
             help
             them
             in
             their
             need
             ,
          
           
             And
             both
             their
             Houses
             and
             their
             Lands
             protect
             .
          
           
             This
             stop'd
             her
             sobbing
             ,
             and
             her
             weeping
             staid
             .
          
           
             Then
             went
             she
             up
             ,
             her self
             she
             wash'd
             and
             deckt
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Goddess
             Pallas
             thus
             she
             prai'd
             .
          
           
             O
             Goddess
             ,
             if
             you
             well
             accepted
             have
          
           
             The
             Victims
             by
             Ulysses
             sacrificed
          
           
             Upon
             your
             Altar
             here
             ,
             his
             Son
             now
             save
             ,
          
           
             And
             bring
             to
             nought
             what
             th'Wooers
             have
             devised
             .
          
           
             Her
             Prayer
             granted
             was
             .
             Then
             shouted
             they
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             heard
             it
             in
             the
             Hall
             ,
             and
             one
          
           
             T'another
             said
             ,
             'T
             is
             for
             her
             Wedding-day
             .
          
           
             She
             knows
             not
             we
             intend
             to
             kill
             her
             Son.
          
           
             Thus
             said
             they
             ,
             but
             upon
             no
             ground
             at
             all
             .
          
           
             Alcinous
             then
             spake
             .
             Madmen
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             Such
             words
             as
             these
             what
             mean
             you
             to
             let
             fall
             ?
          
           
             What
             if
             within
             they
             should
             reported
             be
             ?
          
           
             Come
             rise
             ,
             thus
             ;
             gently
             ,
             and
             the
             work
             effect
          
           
             To
             which
             we
             all
             have
             given
             our
             consent
             .
          
           
             Then
             did
             he
             twenty
             able
             men
             elect
             ,
          
           
             And
             down
             unto
             the
             water-side
             they
             went.
          
           
             And
             first
             of
             all
             they
             laid
             their
             ship
             afloat
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             it
             with
             white
             Sails
             the
             Mast
             they
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             fit
             their
             Oars
             .
             Then
             in
             their
             Arms
             were
             brought
             .
          
           
             The
             Mast
             then
             rear'd
             was
             ,
             and
             the
             Sails
             displaid
             .
          
           
             Then
             went
             they
             t'Anchor
             in
             the
             open
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             And
             staid
             till
             night
             .
             And
             then
             aboard
             they
             eat
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             her
             Chamber
             went
             Penelope
          
           
             Grieving
             ,
             and
             tasting
             neither
             drink
             nor
             meat
             ,
          
           
           
             Casting
             about
             whether
             more
             likely
             't
             were
          
           
             Her
             Son
             should
             scape
             the
             Suiters
             hands
             ,
             or
             die
             .
          
           
             Just
             as
             a
             Lion
             that
             enclosed
             were
          
           
             With
             Toils
             about
             ,
             would
             cast
             which
             way
             to
             fly
             .
          
           
             When
             her
             sad
             reck'ning
             s●eep
             had
             blotted
             out
             ,
          
           
             Dissolv'd
             her
             strength
             ,
             and
             closed
             had
             her
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             Pallas
             another
             bus'ness
             went
             about
             .
          
           
             She
             made
             an
             Idol
             in
             a
             womans
             guise
             ,
          
           
             Like
             to
             the
             Daughter
             of
             Icarius
          
           
             Wife
             of
             Eumelus
             (
             at
             Pher●
             dwelled
             he
             )
          
           
             And
             sent
             the
             same
             unto
             
               Ulvss
               s
            
             house
             ,
          
           
             T'
             allay
             the
             sorrow
             of
             Penelope
             .
          
           
             In
             at
             the
             Key
             hole
             then
             the
             Idol
             goes
          
           
             Into
             her
             Chamber
             ,
             and
             stood
             at
             her
             head
             .
          
           
             Penelope
             ,
             said
             it
             ,
             amidst
             such
             woes
          
           
             How
             can
             you
             sleep
             ?
             But
             now
             be
             comforted
             .
          
           
             You
             must
             no
             longer
             weep
             nor
             grieved
             be
             .
          
           
             For
             from
             the
             Gods
             you
             no
             such
             cause
             shall
             have
             .
          
           
             For
             of
             your
             Son
             the
             safe
             return
             you
             'l
             see
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Penelope
             then
             answer
             gave
             .
          
           
             Sister
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             't
             is
             strange
             to
             see
             you
             here
             .
          
           
             You
             come
             but
             seldom
             .
             For
             far
             off
             you
             dwell
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             you
             bid
             me
             weeping
             to
             forbear
             ,
          
           
             When
             how
             much
             cause
             I
             have
             you
             cannot
             tell
             .
          
           
             A
             good
             and
             noble
             Husband
             I
             have
             lost
          
           
             That
             had
             a
             Lions
             heart
             within
             his
             brest
             .
          
           
             Hellas
             and
             Argos
             of
             his
             valour
             boast
             .
          
           
             What
             Vertue
             is
             there
             that
             he
             not
             possest
             ?
          
           
             And
             now
             my
             Child
             at
             Sea
             is
             in
             a
             Tub
             ,
          
           
             And
             has
             no
             skill
             in
             Fight
             or
             Parlament
             .
          
           
             I
             fear
             extremely
             left
             he
             meet
             some
             rub
             .
          
           
             For
             him
             more
             than
             for
             th'
             other
             I
             lament
             .
          
           
             What
             may
             befall
             him
             on
             the
             Sea
             I
             dread
             ;
          
           
             And
             what
             at
             Land
             ,
             if
             e'r
             to
             Land
             he
             come
             .
          
           
             For
             many
             Foes
             he
             hath
             that
             wish
             him
             dead
             ,
          
           
             And
             wait
             to
             kill
             him
             as
             he
             cometh
             home
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             again
             repli'd
             the
             Idol
             dim
             ,
          
           
             Take
             courage
             ,
             be
             not
             frighted
             for
             your
             Son.
          
           
             He
             has
             a
             Guide
             that
             taketh
             care
             of
             him
             .
          
           
             A
             better
             would
             be
             wished
             for
             by
             none
             .
          
           
           
             'T
             is
             Pallas
             .
             For
             of
             you
             she
             pity
             takes
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             I
             said
             ,
             I
             said
             by
             her
             Command
             .
          
           
             Penelope
             again
             this
             Answer
             makes
             ,
          
           
             Who
             ere
             you
             be
             ,
             answer
             one
             more
             demand
             .
          
           
             Is
             my
             poor
             Husband
             yet
             alive
             ,
             or
             no
             ?
          
           
             Then
             said
             the
             Idol
             ,
             That
             I
             do
             not
             find
             .
          
           
             Nor
             will
             I
             tell
             you
             what
             I
             do
             not
             know
             .
          
           
             Then
             through
             the
             Key-hole
             went
             ,
             and
             turn'd
             to
             wind
             .
          
           
             Then
             wak't
             Penelope
             ,
             and
             joyful
             was
          
           
             T'
             have
             had
             a
             dream
             so
             evident
             and
             clear
             .
          
           
             Then
             o'r
             the
             humid
             Plain
             the
             Suiters
             pass
             ,
          
           
             Destruction
             to
             Telemachus
             to
             bear
             .
          
           
             'Twixt
             Ithaca
             and
             Same
             ,
             middle
             way
             ,
          
           
             There
             lies
             an
             Island
             ,
             and
             but
             small
             it
             is
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             hath
             it
             on
             each
             side
             a
             good
             safe
             Bay.
          
           
             There
             watch'd
             the
             Wooers
             .
             'T
             is
             call'd
             Asteris
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           V.
           
        
         
           
             UP
             rose
             Aurora
             from
             Tithonus
             bed
             ,
          
           
             Before
             the
             Gods
             and
             men
             to
             bear
             her
             light
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             were
             then
             to
             Counsel
             gathered
             ,
          
           
             And
             Jove
             amongst
             them
             ,
             of
             the
             greatest
             might
             .
          
           
             And
             there
             before
             them
             Pallas
             open
             laid
          
           
             The
             painful
             life
             Ulysses
             did
             endure
             .
          
           
             O
             Jove
             ,
             and
             all
             ye
             blessed
             Gods
             (
             she
             said
             )
          
           
             Henceforth
             his
             people
             let
             no
             King
             enure
          
           
             To
             gentle
             Government
             ,
             but
             keep
             them
             down
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             their
             honesty
             no
             longer
             trust
             ,
          
           
             That
             of
             Ulysses
             are
             forgetful
             grown
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Government
             so
             gentle
             was
             and
             just
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             ●●e
             pent
             up
             lieth
             in
             an
             Isle
          
           
             Where
             dwells
             Calypso
             ;
             and
             to
             come
             away
          
           
           
             Has
             neither
             Ship
             nor
             men
             ,
             and
             all
             the
             while
          
           
             Weeping
             for
             sorrow
             forc'd
             he
             is
             to
             stay
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             also
             seek
             to
             kill
             his
             Son
             ,
          
           
             And
             lie
             to
             meet
             him
             in
             his
             coming
             home
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             to
             Pyle
             and
             Sparta
             he
             is
             gone
             ,
          
           
             To
             hear
             what
             of
             his
             Father
             is
             become
             .
          
           
             Why
             Child
             (
             said
             Jove
             )
             why
             say
             you
             this
             to
             me
             ?
          
           
             'T
             was
             you
             that
             sent
             Telemachus
             away
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             consenting
             were
             to
             our
             decree
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             should
             come
             back
             and
             th'Wooers
             stay
             .
          
           
             Go
             you
             and
             bring
             Telemachus
             from
             Pyle
             ,
          
           
             And
             send
             the
             Suiters
             home
             that
             lie
             in
             's
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             Mercury
             (
             said
             he
             )
             go
             you
             the
             while
          
           
             And
             tell
             the
             Nymph
             Calypso
             what
             I
             say
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             in
             Councel
             sitting
             order'd
             have
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             shall
             return
             to
             Ithaca
             .
          
           
             And
             first
             upon
             a
             Raft
             himself
             shall
             save
             ,
          
           
             Without
             a
             Convoy
             ,
             in
             P●…acia
          
           
             In
             twenty
             days
             ;
             and
             there
             be
             honoured
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             his
             Country
             richly
             sent
             away
             ,
          
           
             With
             Brass
             and
             Gold
             ,
             and
             Garments
             furnished
             ,
          
           
             More
             than
             his
             share
             had
             mounted
             to
             at
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             Though
             he
             had
             brough●
             it
             thence
             all
             safely
             home
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             by
             Destiny
             ordain'd
             it
             is
          
           
             That
             to
             his
             friends
             he
             honourably
             come
             .
          
           
             No
             sooner
             Jupiter
             had
             spoken
             this
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             his
             Shooes
             upon
             his
             feet
             he
             binds
             ,
          
           
             A●brosian
             ,
             Golden
             Shooes
             ,
             wherewith
             he
             flies
          
           
             On
             Land
             or
             Water
             ,
             swi●●e●
             than
             the
             winds
             .
          
           
             Then
             takes
             the
             Rod
             wherewith
             upon
             the
             eyes
          
           
             Of
             Mortals
             ,
             he
             lays
             on
             or
             takes
             o●●
             sleep
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             Rod
             in
             hand
             jumpt
             down
             to
             th'Hill
          
           
             Pie●ius
             ,
             and
             thence
             into
             the
             Deep
             .
          
           
             And
             over
             the
             wide
             Sea
             he
             passed
             ,
             till
          
           
             At
             last
             he
             was
             arrived
             at
             the
             Is●e
          
           
             Where
             was
             the
             Nymph
             Calypso
             resident
             .
          
           
             And
             like
             a
             Cormorant
             was
             all
             this
             while
          
           
             That
             hunts
             the
             Fishes
             .
             Then
             ashore
             he
             went.
          
           
             And
             coming
             to
             her
             Rock
             found
             her
             within
             .
          
           
             Upon
             the
             hearth
             a
             fire
             was
             of
             sweet
             wood
             .
          
           
           
             There
             did
             she
             sing
             ,
             and
             as
             she
             sung
             did
             spin
             .
          
           
             About
             the
             Cave
             many
             sair
             Trees
             there
             stood
             .
          
           
             Beech
             ,
             Poplar
             ,
             and
             the
             Cypress
             of
             sweet
             smell
             ;
          
           
             And
             many
             Birds
             ,
             Hawks
             ,
             and
             Sea
             crows
             ,
             and
             Owls
          
           
             Within
             their
             branches
             used
             were
             to
             dwell
             ;
          
           
             And
             (
             such
             as
             haunt
             Sea-water
             )
             other
             Fowls
             .
          
           
             The
             Rock
             it self
             with
             Vines
             was
             covered
             ,
          
           
             And
             Grapes
             abundance
             hanging
             were
             thereon
             .
          
           
             Four
             Springs
             arow
             four
             ways
             clear
             water
             spread
             .
          
           
             Sweet
             Meadows
             were
             about
             it
             many
             a
             one
          
           
             Stuck
             full
             of
             Violets
             and
             Flowers
             gay
             ,
          
           
             Which
             ,
             though
             a
             God
             ,
             he
             saw
             with
             admiration
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             a
             little
             while
             he
             there
             did
             stay
          
           
             Pleas'd
             with
             the
             beauty
             of
             the
             habitation
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             into
             the
             spacious
             Cave
             he
             goes
             .
          
           
             At
             the
             first
             sight
             Calypso
             knew
             him
             well
             .
          
           
             For
             perfectly
             one
             God
             another
             knows
             ,
          
           
             How
             far
             soever
             they
             asunder
             dwell
             .
          
           
             
             Ulysses
             ●ow
             was
             gone
             out
             to
             the
             Shore
             ,
          
           
             To
             look
             upon
             the
             Sea
             that
             kept
             him
             in
             ,
          
           
             To
             sigh
             and
             weep
             as
             he
             had
             done
             before
             .
          
           
             At
             Hermes
             coming
             he
             was
             not
             within
             .
          
           
             To
             Hermes
             seated
             in
             a
             glistering
             Chair
          
           
             The
             Goddess
             fair
             Calypso
             then
             begun
             ,
          
           
             Tell
             me
             beloved
             Hermes
             your
             affair
             .
          
           
             If
             it
             be
             possible
             it
             shall
             be
             done
             .
          
           
             Come
             nearer
             ,
             and
             with
             food
             you
             self
             restore
             .
          
           
             Then
             sets
             she
             him
             a
             Table
             ,
             and
             lays
             on
          
           
             Of
             Nectar
             and
             Ambrosia
             good
             store
             .
          
           
             Then
             Hermes
             took
             his
             Food
             ,
             and
             having
             done
             ,
          
           
             Goddess
             (
             said
             he
             )
             since
             me
             (
             a
             God
             )
             you
             ask
             ,
          
           
             You
             may
             be
             sure
             I
             tell
             you
             shall
             no
             lie
             .
          
           
             Jove
             sent
             me
             gainst
             my
             will.
             For
             such
             a
             task
          
           
             Who
             undertake
             would
             ,
             think
             you
             ,
             willingly
             ?
          
           
             For
             first
             a
             horrible
             long
             Journey
             't
             is
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             no
             Town
             to
             bait
             at
             by
             the
             way
          
           
             On
             Hecatomb
             or
             lesser
             Sacrifice
             .
          
           
             But
             what
             God
             is
             there
             dares
             Jove
             disobey
             ?
          
           
             There
             is
             ,
             said
             Jove
             ,
             a
             man
             that
             staid
             is
             here
          
           
             Of
             th'Argives
             that
             besieged
             Ilium
          
           
           
             The
             most
             unhappy
             .
             There
             they
             staid
             nine
             year
             .
          
           
             The
             tenth
             they
             took
             it
             ,
             and
             were
             coming
             home
             .
          
           
             But
             by
             the
             way
             they
             Pallas
             had
             offended
             .
          
           
             And
             she
             against
             them
             raised
             stormy
             weather
             ,
          
           
             In
             which
             Ulysses
             Mates
             their
             lives
             all
             ended
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             himself
             by
             storms
             was
             driven
             hither
             :
          
           
             Him
             Jupiter
             would
             have
             you
             send
             away
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             is
             destin'd
             not
             to
             die
             from
             home
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             longer
             from
             his
             Friends
             to
             stay
             ,
          
           
             But
             back
             unto
             his
             house
             and
             Country
             come
             .
          
           
             Calypso
             troubled
             at
             it
             answered
             ,
          
           
             Malicious
             ye
             Gods
             ,
             and
             jealous
             are
             ,
          
           
             That
             think
             much
             Goddesses
             should
             Mortals
             wed
             .
          
           
             See
             but
             how
             hardly
             did
             Orion
             fare
             ,
          
           
             After
             Aurora
             was
             become
             his
             wife
             .
          
           
             How
             angry
             at
             him
             ,
             O
             ye
             Gods
             ,
             were
             you
             ,
          
           
             Until
             Diana
             took
             away
             his
             life
             ,
          
           
             With
             Shafts
             invisible
             before
             't
             was
             due
             .
          
           
             And
             so
             when
             Ceres
             with
             Iāsion
          
           
             Themselves
             delighted
             with
             the
             gift
             of
             Love.
          
           
             How
             soon
             it
             was
             by
             th'
             other
             Gods
             made
             known
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             Thunder-bolt
             he
             slain
             by
             Jove
             !
          
           
             And
             now
             they
             angry
             are
             with
             me
             .
             And
             why
             ?
          
           
             Because
             I
             taken
             have
             a
             man
             to
             bed
          
           
             Who
             in
             the
             Sea
             had
             perish'd
             ,
             had
             not
             I
          
           
             Receiv'd
             him
             in
             my
             house
             and
             cherished
             .
          
           
             For
             when
             his
             Ship
             with
             Thunder
             Jove
             had
             split
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             his
             Company
             away
             were
             cast
             ,
          
           
             Him
             on
             the
             Mast
             unto
             the
             Rudde●…
             〈◊〉
             ,
          
           
             The
             wind
             and
             waves
             brought
             〈◊〉
             at
             the
             last
             .
          
           
             And
             here
             I
             him
             receiv'd
             and
             lov●…
             〈◊〉
             ,
          
           
             And
             meant
             to
             give
             him
             Immortality
             .
          
           
             But
             since
             Jove
             will
             not
             let
             him
             with
             me
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             cannot
             resist
             him
             ,
             Farewel
             he
             .
          
           
             But
             o'r
             the
             Sea
             I
             shall
             not
             him
             convoy
             .
          
           
             For
             in
             my
             power
             I
             have
             no
             Ship
             ,
             no●
             men
          
           
             That
             have
             the
             art
             to
             walk
             in
             liquid
             way
             .
          
           
             Prompt
             him
             I
             will
             how
             to
             get
             home
             agen
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             well
             ,
             said
             Mercury
             ,
             send
             him
             now
             hence
             .
          
           
             The
             manner
             how
             ,
             is
             left
             unto
             your
             will.
          
           
           
             Be
             wise
             ,
             and
             do
             not
             Jupiter
             incense
          
           
             Lest
             he
             upon
             you
             bring
             a
             greater
             ill
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             away
             went
             Mercury
             .
             And
             she
          
           
             Unto
             Ulysses
             went
             to
             the
             Sea-side
             .
          
           
             Himself
             lamenting
             sitting
             there
             was
             he
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             she
             came
             his
             eyes
             were
             not
             yet
             dri'd
             .
          
           
             For
             now
             he
             lov'd
             the
             Nymph
             less
             than
             before
             ,
          
           
             And
             lay
             with
             her
             a
             nights
             unwillingly
             .
          
           
             A
             days
             he
             weeping
             sat
             upon
             the
             shore
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             th'
             unbounded
             Sea
             oft
             cast
             his
             eye
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             him
             said
             the
             Nymph
             ,
             Poor
             man
             ,
             alas
             ,
          
           
             No
             longer
             weep
             ,
             but
             fall
             your
             work
             unto
             .
          
           
             For
             on
             a
             Raft
             you
             are
             the
             Sea
             to
             pass
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             will
             tell
             you
             what
             you
             are
             to
             do
             :
          
           
             Cut
             down
             great
             Trees
             ,
             and
             them
             together
             joyn
          
           
             With
             bands
             of
             brass
             ,
             and
             on
             them
             make
             a
             Deck
             ▪
          
           
             And
             on
             it
             I
             will
             lay
             both
             Bread
             and
             Wine
          
           
             And
             water
             fresh
             ,
             hunger
             and
             thirst
             to
             check
             .
          
           
             And
             Garments
             I
             will
             give
             you
             ,
             and
             a
             Wind
             ,
          
           
             That
             you
             my
             safe
             go
             home
             and
             speedily
             ;
          
           
             Unless
             the
             Gods
             be
             of
             another
             mind
             .
          
           
             For
             stronger
             they
             and
             wiser
             are
             than
             I.
          
           
             At
             this
             Ulysses
             troubled
             was
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             I
             looked
             for
             a
             Convoy
             me
             to
             wa●t
             :
          
           
             For
             on
             this
             Sea
             a
             man
             would
             be
             afraid
          
           
             Though
             in
             a
             Ship
             ;
             much
             more
             upon
             a
             Raft
             ,
          
           
             I
             will
             not
             therefore
             pass
             upon
             a
             Raft
          
           
             Unless
             to
             do
             me
             no
             more
             hurt
             you
             swear
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             had
             said
             that
             ,
             Calypso
             laught
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             head
             she
             stroaked
             down
             the
             hair
             .
          
           
             You
             are
             (
             said
             she
             )
             a
             true
             bird
             of
             the
             nest
             ,
          
           
             As
             by
             your
             answer
             very
             well
             I
             see
             .
          
           
             By
             Heaven
             and
             by
             Earth
             I
             do
             protest
             ,
          
           
             And
             Styx
             ,
             which
             is
             the
             greatest
             Oath
             can
             be
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             never
             any
             thing
             hereafter
             do
          
           
             That
             shall
             procure
             you
             hurt
             in
             any
             case
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             at
             present
             I
             advise
             you
             to
             ,
          
           
             I
             would
             my self
             do
             ,
             were
             I
             in
             your
             place
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             the
             Fates
             I
             also
             must
             obey
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             my
             brest
             no
             iron
             heart
             I
             bear
             .
          
           
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             turn'd
             and
             homeward
             took
             her
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             her
             steps
             Ulysses
             follow'd
             her
             .
          
           
             When
             they
             were
             come
             together
             in
             the
             Cave
             ,
          
           
             She
             made
             him
             sit
             where
             Hermes
             sat
             before
             .
          
           
             And
             meat
             and
             wine
             the
             best
             that
             Mortals
             have
          
           
             The
             Maids
             upon
             the
             Table
             laid
             good
             store
             .
          
           
             Before
             Calypso
             they
             laid
             other
             meat
             ,
          
           
             Ambrosia
             and
             Nectar
             ,
             food
             divine
             .
          
           
             There
             face
             to
             face
             they
             sit
             ,
             and
             drink
             and
             eat
             .
          
           
             When
             she
             refresh'd
             him
             had
             with
             meat
             and
             wine
             ,
          
           
             Noble
             Ulysses
             (
             said
             she
             )
             you
             that
             long
             so
          
           
             To
             see
             your
             House
             and
             Wife
             without
             delay
             ,
          
           
             If
             what
             you
             were
             to
             suffer
             you
             did
             know
          
           
             Before
             you
             there
             arrived
             ,
             you
             would
             stay
          
           
             And
             live
             with
             me
             here
             ,
             and
             Immortal
             be
             .
          
           
             Nor
             than
             that
             Wife
             for
             whom
             you
             take
             such
             care
          
           
             Less
             fairer
             or
             less
             wise
             can
             you
             think
             me
             .
          
           
             Women
             with
             Goddesses
             cannot
             compare
             .
          
           
             Goddess
             (
             said
             he
             again
             )
             I
             know
             all
             this
             .
          
           
             Penelope
             I
             not
             compare
             with
             you
          
           
             In
             form
             or
             stature
             .
             For
             she
             mortal
             is
             ,
          
           
             And
             you
             Immortal
             .
             Yet
             (
             though
             this
             be
             true
             )
          
           
             I
             cannot
             chuse
             but
             wish
             my self
             at
             home
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             I
             were
             to
             perish
             in
             the
             Deep
          
           
             By
             th'anger
             of
             the
             Gods
             ,
             and
             never
             come
             ,
          
           
             I
             'd
             rather
             suffer
             that
             ,
             than
             always
             weep
             .
          
           
             For
             patience
             long
             since
             I
             learned
             have
          
           
             Sufficiently
             in
             tempest
             and
             in
             fight
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             they
             both
             in
             one
             part
             of
             the
             Cave
          
           
             To
             sleep
             went
             ,
             where
             in
             Love
             they
             took
             delight
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             morning
             was
             again
             displai'd
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             cloath'd
             himself
             with
             Cloak
             and
             Coat
             .
          
           
             The
             Nymph
             her self
             in
             a
             great
             Robe
             arrai'd
          
           
             Of
             dainty
             stuff
             with
             Gold
             all
             over
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             Which
             on
             her
             loins
             a
             golden
             Girdle
             ti'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             cover'd
             with
             a
             golden
             Scarf
             her
             head
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             Ulysses
             o'r
             the
             Sea
             so
             wide
          
           
             Should
             safely
             pass
             ,
             she
             there
             considered
             .
          
           
             Then
             puts
             a
             Plainer
             and
             an
             Axe
             in
             's
             hand
          
           
             Two-edged
             ,
             with
             a
             Hast
             of
             Olive
             tree
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             shew'd
             him
             where
             the
             greatest
             Trees
             did
             stand
             ;
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             way
             before
             him
             walked
             she
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             they
             were
             arrived
             at
             the
             Wood
             ,
          
           
             Beeches
             they
             find
             ,
             Poplars
             ,
             and
             Fir-trees
             high
          
           
             Already
             dry
             ,
             that
             lie
             light
             on
             the
             Flood
             .
          
           
             Calypso
             to
             her
             Cavern
             back
             did
             hie
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             Ulysses
             twenty
             Trees
             brought
             low
             ,
          
           
             And
             hewed
             them
             ,
             and
             plain'd
             them
             skilfully
             ,
          
           
             And
             laid
             them
             on
             the
             ground
             all
             in
             a
             row
             ,
          
           
             At
             corners
             square
             ,
             and
             of
             one
             length
             they
             lie
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             with
             Wimbles
             back
             Calypso
             came
             .
          
           
             Then
             pierced
             them
             ,
             and
             set
             them
             one
             to
             one
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             strong
             joynts
             and
             nails
             fast
             bound
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             time
             that
             all
             this
             he
             had
             done
             ,
          
           
             As
             a
             good
             ship
             as
             broad
             it
             was
             and
             long
             .
          
           
             Then
             for
             his
             Decks
             he
             placed
             stoops
             upright
          
           
             On
             every
             side
             ,
             and
             many
             to
             be
             strong
             ;
          
           
             And
             laid
             upon
             them
             planks
             at
             equal
             height
             .
          
           
             Then
             made
             his
             Mast
             ,
             and
             set
             it
             up
             on
             end
             ,
          
           
             His
             Rudder
             ,
             and
             a
             place
             to
             sit
             and
             guide
             ,
          
           
             And
             laid
             on
             boughs
             from
             waves
             it
             to
             defend
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             his
             Cordage
             made
             of
             good
             Cow-hide
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             with
             Levers
             set
             his
             Raft
             afloat
             .
          
           
             Four
             days
             in
             making
             of
             the
             Raft
             he
             spent
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             had
             done
             ,
             and
             all
             his
             work
             had
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             the
             fifth
             the
             Nymph
             away
             him
             sent
             .
          
           
             But
             first
             she
             bath'd
             him
             ,
             and
             with
             cloaths
             arrai'd
          
           
             Fine
             and
             persum'd
             .
             Then
             wine
             of
             pleasant
             taste
          
           
             One
             Goat-skin
             full
             upon
             the
             Raft
             she
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             of
             Water
             ,
             greater
             ,
             by
             it
             plac't
             .
          
           
             And
             Sweet-meats
             ,
             and
             good
             Flesh
             of
             ev'ry
             kind
             .
          
           
             And
             after
             he
             his
             Sails
             had
             hoist
             and
             spread
             ,
          
           
             She
             fill'd
             them
             with
             a
             warm
             and
             chearful
             wind
             .
          
           
             Then
             he
             astern
             sate
             down
             and
             governed
             .
          
           
             And
             on
             Bootes
             look'd
             and
             Pleiades
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             Bear
             ,
             which
             people
             call
             the
             Wain
             ,
          
           
             Which
             dogs
             Orion
             rising
             from
             the
             Seas
             .
          
           
             But
             she
             her self
             ne'r
             dives
             into
             the
             Main
             .
          
           
             This
             Bear
             she
             bad
             him
             leave
             on
             the
             left
             hand
             .
          
           
             Then
             seventeen
             days
             he
             sail'd
             ,
             on
             th'eighteenth
             day
          
           
           
             He
             came
             in
             sight
             of
             the
             Phaeacian
             Land
          
           
             In
             that
             part
             where
             it
             nearest
             to
             him
             lay
             .
          
           
             Which
             look'd
             as
             't
             were
             upon
             the
             Sea
             a
             skin
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             by
             Neptune
             ,
             who
             returning
             was
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             Raft
             from
             Solymi
             ,
             was
             seen
             .
          
           
             For
             o'r
             those
             Mountains
             Neptune
             was
             to
             pass
             .
          
           
             Who
             wounded
             at
             the
             sight
             ,
             with
             anger
             keen
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             said
             unto
             himself
             ,
             What
             ,
             what
             ,
             I
             find
          
           
             While
             I
             in
             Ethiopia
             have
             been
          
           
             The
             Gods
             about
             this
             man
             have
             chang'd
             their
             mind
             .
          
           
             The
             Isle
             Phaeacia
             is
             near
             at
             hand
             ,
          
           
             In
             which
             he
             destin'd
             is
             himself
             to
             save
             .
          
           
             But
             yet
             ,
             I
             think
             ,
             before
             he
             be
             on
             Land
          
           
             He
             struggle
             shall
             with
             many
             a
             lusty
             Wave
             .
          
           
             Then
             with
             his
             Trident
             he
             the
             Sea
             enraged
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             a
             Night
             of
             Clouds
             the
             Sea
             upon
             ,
          
           
             And
             'gainst
             Ulysses
             all
             the
             Winds
             engaged
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             their
             Quarters
             they
             came
             out
             each
             one
             ,
          
           
             Eurus
             ,
             and
             
               Notus
               ,
               Zephyr
               ,
               Boreas
            
          
           
             Each
             one
             a
             mighty
             Wave
             against
             him
             roll'd
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             Ulyss●s
             heart
             near
             broken
             was
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             himself
             ,
             himself
             he
             thus
             condol'd
             .
          
           
             Ay
             me
             ,
             what
             will
             become
             of
             me
             at
             last
             !
          
           
             I
             fear
             the
             Nymph
             Calypso
             all
             this
             knew
             ,
          
           
             Who
             told
             me
             then
             ,
             that
             as
             I
             homeward
             past
          
           
             I
             should
             meet
             danger
             .
             Now
             I
             find
             it
             true
             .
          
           
             With
             what
             thick
             Clouds
             Jove
             cover'd
             has
             the
             sky
             !
          
           
             In
             what
             a
             tumult
             is
             the
             Sea
             !
             And
             how
          
           
             On
             ev'ry
             side
             the
             Winds
             the
             Water
             ply
          
           
             And
             storm
             !
             My
             death
             (
             I
             see
             )
             is
             certain
             now
             .
          
           
             Thrice
             ,
             four
             times
             
               (
               Argives
            
             )
             happy
             were
             you
             ,
             who
          
           
             For
             
             Agamemnon's
             sake
             were
             slain
             .
             Would
             God
             I
          
           
             At
             Troy
             in
             Battle
             my
             life
             lost
             had
             too
             ,
          
           
             I'
             th'
             show'r
             of
             Spears
             about
             Achilles
             Body
             .
          
           
             Then
             had
             I
             had
             a
             noble
             Funeral
             ,
          
           
             And
             great
             among
             the
             Greeks
             had
             been
             my
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             But
             now
             a
             wretched
             death
             will
             me
             befal
             .
          
           
             For
             ever
             will
             unhear'd-of
             be
             my
             name
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             dash'd
             was
             'gainst
             a
             point
             of
             Land
             ,
          
           
             Which
             with
             great
             force
             whirled
             the
             Raft
             about
             .
          
           
           
             And
             then
             the
             Rudder
             flew
             out
             of
             his
             hand
             ;
          
           
             And
             he
             into
             the
             water
             was
             cast
             out
             .
          
           
             Of
             divers
             Winds
             then
             follow'd
             one
             great
             blast
             ,
          
           
             And
             Sail
             and
             Tackle
             o'r
             broad
             far
             off
             bears
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             middle
             breaks
             in
             two
             the
             Mast
             ,
          
           
             While
             he
             was
             in
             the
             Sea
             o'r
             head
             and
             ears
             .
          
           
             At
             last
             he
             rais'd
             his
             head
             above
             the
             pickle
          
           
             (
             His
             heavy
             Cloaths
             a
             while
             had
             hindred
             him
             )
          
           
             Then
             from
             his
             hair
             into
             his
             mouth
             did
             trickle
          
           
             The
             brine
             ,
             which
             he
             spits
             out
             ,
             and
             falls
             to
             swim
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             had
             his
             Raft
             recovered
             ,
          
           
             And
             plac'd
             himself
             i'
             th'
             midst
             ;
             then
             both
             together
          
           
             The
             Wind
             uncertainly
             them
             carried
          
           
             From
             place
             to
             place
             ,
             now
             hither
             and
             now
             thither
             ▪
          
           
             Just
             as
             the
             wind
             in
             harvest
             blows
             Pease-straw
          
           
             Upon
             the
             plain
             field
             whilst
             it
             holds
             together
             ;
          
           
             So
             on
             the
             Sea
             without
             a
             certain
             Law
          
           
             Ulysses
             Raft
             was
             driven
             by
             the
             Weather
             .
          
           
             In
             this
             distress
             by
             I●o
             he
             was
             seen
          
           
             A
             Sea
             Nymph
             and
             Immortal
             she
             was
             then
             ,
          
           
             Though
             Woman
             
               (
               Cadmus
            
             Daughter
             )
             she
             had
             been
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             in
             Figure
             of
             a
             Water-hen
             ,
          
           
             She
             sat
             upon
             the
             Raft
             and
             to
             him
             spake
             .
          
           
             What
             meaneth
             Neptune
             that
             he
             hates
             you
             so
             ?
          
           
             Do
             what
             he
             can
             your
             li●e
             he
             shall
             not
             take
             ;
          
           
             Do
             what
             I
             bid
             you
             .
             Off
             your
             Garments
             throw
             ,
          
           
             And
             quit
             the
             Raft
             .
             And
             to
             Phaeacia
          
           
             Swim
             with
             your
             hands
             .
             And
             there
             you
             s●●ll
             find●
             rest
             .
          
           
             For
             so
             it
             is
             ordain'd
             by
             Fatal
             Law.
          
           
             Here
             take
             this
             Scarf
             .
             Apply
             it
             to
             your
             breast
             .
          
           
             And
             fear
             not
             death
             .
             But
             when
             you
             come
             to
             Land
          
           
             Throw
             't
             in
             the
             Sea
             as
             far
             off
             as
             you
             can
             .
          
           
             Then
             turn
             .
             This
             said
             ,
             she
             put
             it
             in
             his
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             diving
             there
             alone
             she
             left
             the
             man.
          
           
             Ulysses
             grieving
             to
             himself
             then
             says
             ,
          
           
             What
             is
             it
             now
             I
             am
             advis'd
             unto
             !
          
           
             Ay
             me
             !
             Some
             other
             God
             now
             me
             betrays
          
           
             To
             quit
             my
             Raft
             .
             I
             know
             what
             I
             will
             do
             .
          
           
             For
             since
             my
             refuge
             is
             so
             near
             at
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Such
             Counsel
             I
             will
             not
             too
             soon
             obey
             .
          
           
           
             But
             do
             what
             does
             with
             greatest
             reason
             stand
             .
          
           
             Upon
             my
             Raft
             I
             mean
             so
             long
             to
             stay
          
           
             As
             it
             shall
             hold
             together
             and
             be
             one
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             Wind
             has
             broken
             it
             in
             pieces
          
           
             I
             'll
             swim
             ;
             since
             better
             counsel
             I
             have
             none
             .
          
           
             While
             with
             himself
             consulting
             was
             Ulysses
             ,
          
           
             Neptune
             with
             wind
             the
             Water
             sets
             upright
          
           
             Into
             a
             high
             and
             formidable
             wave
             ,
          
           
             And
             threw
             it
             on
             the
             Raft
             with
             all
             his
             might
             ,
          
           
             Which
             all
             the
             parts
             thereof
             asunder
             drave
             .
          
           
             Just
             as
             the
             wind
             scatters
             a
             cock
             of
             hay
             ,
          
           
             So
             scatter'd
             was
             Ulysses
             Raft
             of
             Trees
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             he
             on
             one
             of
             them
             astride
             did
             stay
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             Garments
             there
             himself
             he
             frees
             .
          
           
             Then
             
             Ino's
             Scarf
             applies
             he
             to
             his
             breast
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             troubled
             Sea
             himself
             he
             laid
          
           
             With
             open
             arms
             .
             To
             Swim
             he
             now
             thought
             best
             .
          
           
             Which
             Neptune
             seeing
             ,
             thus
             unto
             him
             said
             ,
          
           
             Go
             wander
             now
             upon
             the
             Sea
             in
             woe
             ,
          
           
             And
             do
             not
             make
             account
             that
             this
             is
             all
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             away
             to
             ●…ae
             did
             he
             go
             ,
          
           
             Where
             many
             men
             that
             need
             him
             ,
             on
             him
             call
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             was
             gone
             Pallas
             the
             Winds
             did
             lay
          
           
             All
             but
             a
             lusty
             gale
             of
             Boreas
             ,
          
           
             And
             broke
             the
             Waves
             before
             him
             all
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             Phaeacia
             he
             might
             safely
             pass
             .
          
           
             Two
             nights
             and
             days
             perpet●al
             he
             ●wam
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             of
             drown●ng
             all
             the
             while
             afraid
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             morning
             of
             the
             third
             day
             came
             ,
          
           
             The
             Air
             was
             calm
             ,
             and
             all
             the
             Winds
             allai'd
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             unto
             the
             I●le
             he
             was
             so
             righ
             ,
          
           
             That
             from
             a
             high
             Wave
             he
             could
             see
             the
             shore
             ,
          
           
             And
             glad
             he
             was
             .
             As
             when
             about
             to
             die
          
           
             ●…'n
             has
             a
             man
             long
             time
             by
             sickness
             sore
             ,
          
           
             Is
             by
             the
             Gods
             recover'd
             suddenly
             ,
          
           
             Glad
             a●e
             his
             Children
             ;
             So
             Ulysses
             was
          
           
             To
             see
             the
             so-much
             wish'd-for
             Land
             so
             nigh
             ,
          
           
             And
             thither
             made
             what
             haste
             he
             could
             to
             pass
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             was
             gotten
             so
             near
             to
             the
             shore
          
           
             That
             one
             might
             hear
             another
             when
             he
             calls
             ,
          
           
           
             Torn
             by
             the
             Rocks
             he
             heard
             the
             water
             rore
             .
          
           
             (
             Loud
             is
             the
             Sea
             when
             on
             hard
             rocks
             it
             falls
             .
             )
          
           
             There
             neither
             haven
             was
             nor
             place
             to
             Land
             ,
          
           
             But
             upright
             Banks
             and
             Cliffs
             ,
             and
             Brows
             of
             stone
             .
          
           
             And
             every
             where
             too
             deep
             it
             was
             to
             stand
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             again
             quite
             was
             his
             courage
             gone
             ,
          
           
             And
             speaking
             to
             himself
             he
             said
             ,
             Ay
             me
             ,
          
           
             This
             is
             the
             Island
             .
             Jove
             has
             brought
             me
             to
             't
             ,
          
           
             That
             what
             must
             help
             me
             only
             I
             might
             see
             ,
          
           
             But
             not
             upon
             it
             ever
             set
             my
             foot
             .
          
           
             There
             is
             no
             landing
             here
             Rocks
             high
             and
             steep
             ▪
          
           
             And
             unaccessible
             are
             all
             about
             .
          
           
             The
             Sea
             below
             so
             ●ugged
             is
             and
             deep
             ,
          
           
             That
             from
             it
             there
             will
             be
             no
             getting
             out
             .
          
           
             If
             I'should
             cry
             ,
             some
             mighty
             wave
             ,
             I
             fear
             ,
          
           
             Against
             some
             rugged
             Rock
             will
             carry
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             me
             find
             but
             woful
             landing
             there
          
           
             Amongst
             so
             many
             sharp
             stones
             as
             there
             be
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             I
             swim
             a●ong
             the
             Coast
             to
             find
          
           
             Some
             Port
             or
             Beach
             though
             stormy
             to
             land
             on
             ,
          
           
             I
             fear
             I
             shall
             again
             by
             some
             great
             Wind
          
           
             Far
             off
             from
             shore
             into
             the
             Sea
             be
             blown
             ;
          
           
             And
             there
             by
             some
             great
             Fish
             devoured
             be
          
           
             (
             For
             many
             such
             are
             fed
             by
             A●phitrite
             )
          
           
             Which
             Neptune
             may
             command
             to
             swallow
             me
             .
          
           
             For
             well
             I
             am
             acquainted
             with
             his
             spite
             .
          
           
             While
             he
             thus
             doubted
             ,
             came
             a
             mighty
             wave
          
           
             That
             cast
             him
             to
             the
             Bank
             amongst
             sharp
             stones
             ▪
          
           
             But
             for
             the
             Counsel
             Pallas
             to
             him
             gave
             ,
          
           
             He
             torn
             his
             skin
             and
             broken
             had
             his
             bones
             .
          
           
             A
             Rocher
             with
             his
             arms
             he
             then
             imbrac't
          
           
             And
             held
             it
             till
             the
             wave
             roll'd
             back
             again
             ;
          
           
             And
             thought
             the
             danger
             of
             it
             now
             was
             past
             .
          
           
             But
             then
             the
             same
             wave
             bore
             him
             to
             the
             Main
             .
          
           
             As
             looks
             a
             Polypus
             when
             he
             is
             drag'd
          
           
             From
             out
             his
             hole
             ,
             stuck
             full
             of
             stone
             and
             sands
             ▪
          
           
             So
             ,
             when
             Ulysses
             left
             his
             hold
             ,
             were
             shag'd
          
           
             With
             broken
             skin
             all
             over
             both
             his
             hands
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             ,
             had
             not
             Athena
             giv'n
             him
             wit
          
           
             He
             perisht
             had
             .
             For
             up
             his
             head
             he
             puts
             ▪
          
           
           
             Above
             the
             briny
             Sea
             ,
             and
             having
             spit
          
           
             He
             with
             his
             stretched
             arms
             the
             water
             cuts
             .
          
           
             And
             swam
             along
             the
             shore
             ;
             but
             kept
             his
             eye
          
           
             Continually
             upon
             the
             Land
             ,
             to
             see
             ▪
          
           
             If
             any
             landing
             place
             he
             could
             espy
             .
          
           
             At
             last
             before
             a
             Rivers
             mouth
             came
             he
             ;
          
           
             And
             knew
             it
             was
             a
             Rivers
             mouth
             .
             For
             there
          
           
             Within
             the
             Land
             smooth
             water
             might
             be
             seen
             ,
          
           
             And
             'twixt
             the
             Rocks
             a
             pause
             there
             did
             appear
             .
          
           
             And
             here
             Ulysses
             thought
             fit
             to
             go
             in
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             mind
             unto
             the
             River
             spake
             .
          
           
             Hear
             me
             ,
             O
             King
             ,
             from
             Neptunes
             rage
             I
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             a
             Man
             distrest
             some
             pity
             take
             ,
          
           
             That
             at
             your
             knee
             and
             Stream
             here
             prostrate
             lie
             .
          
           
             Th'
             Immortal
             Gods
             their
             Suppliants
             respect
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             before
             them
             humbly
             lay
             their
             want
             .
          
           
             What
             e'r
             your
             name
             be
             ,
             do
             not
             me
             neglect
          
           
             That
             am
             afflicted
             ,
             and
             your
             Suppliant
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Stream
             stood
             still
             and
             sav'd
             the
             man.
          
           
             But
             weary
             were
             his
             knees
             and
             arms
             .
             And
             Brine
          
           
             Abundance
             from
             his
             Mouth
             and
             Nostrils
             ran
             .
          
           
             And
             all
             his
             body
             swell'd
             was
             .
             And
             in
             fine
          
           
             Speechless
             and
             breathless
             was
             he
             like
             one
             dead
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             he
             came
             unto
             himself
             again
          
           
             The
             Scarf
             he
             to
             the
             Stream
             delivered
             ,
          
           
             Which
             carried
             it
             again
             into
             the
             Main
             .
          
           
             And
             Ino
             took
             it
             then
             into
             her
             hand
             .
          
           
             Then
             on
             a
             Bulrush-bed
             himself
             he
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             glad
             he
             had
             escaped
             ,
             kiss't
             the
             Land.
          
           
             But
             fearing
             still
             unto
             himself
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             Ay
             me
             ,
             what
             will
             become
             of
             me
             at
             length
             !
          
           
             For
             in
             the
             Rive●
             if
             I
             spend
             the
             night
             ,
          
           
             So
             much
             already
             wasted
             is
             my
             strength
             ,
          
           
             With
             Frost
             and
             Dew
             ,
             I
             shall
             be
             killed
             quite
             .
          
           
             If
             up
             the
             Hill
             I
             go
             into
             the
             Wood
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             some
             Thicket
             there
             lie
             warm
             and
             sleep
             ,
          
           
             I
             fear
             I
             shall
             for
             Beasts
             and
             Fowls
             be
             food
             .
          
           
             At
             last
             concludes
             into
             some
             wood
             to
             creep
             ▪
          
           
             A
             Wood
             there
             was
             unto
             the
             River
             nigh
             ;
          
           
             Two
             Thickets
             in
             it
             were
             ;
             of
             Olive
             one
             ,
          
           
           
             The
             other
             was
             of
             Phylia
             close
             by
             ,
          
           
             So
             ●win'd
             they
             were
             together
             that
             nor
             Sun
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             Wind
             ,
             nor
             Rain
             to
             th'ground
             could
             find
             a
             way
             .
          
           
             Between
             them
             of
             dry
             leaves
             a
             bed
             made
             he
             ,
          
           
             And
             over
             head
             and
             ears
             there
             close
             he
             lay
             .
          
           
             For
             leaves
             there
             were
             enough
             for
             two
             or
             three
             ,
          
           
             To
             keep
             them
             warm
             although
             cold
             weather
             '
             t
             were
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             a
             man
             takes
             up
             a
             brand
             of
             fire
          
           
             In
             Country-house
             ,
             few
             neighbours
             dwelling
             near
             ,
          
           
             To
             warm
             himself
             withal
             if
             need
             require
             ;
          
           
             So
             buri'd
             in
             dry
             leaves
             Ulysses
             lay
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             Athena
             closed
             up
             his
             eyes
          
           
             With
             sound
             and
             gentle
             sleep
             to
             take
             away
             ▪
          
           
             Sad
             thoughts
             suggested
             by
             his
             miseries
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           VI.
           
        
         
           
             THere
             slept
             Ulysses
             .
             But
             Athena
             went
             ▪
          
           
             Unto
             the
             people
             of
             Phaeacia
             ,
          
           
             Who
             once
             dwelt
             near
             a
             Nation
             insolent
             ,
          
           
             The
             great
             Cyclopses
             in
             Hyperia
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             odds
             of
             strength
             were
             there
             opprest
             .
          
           
             But
             by
             Nausithous
             transplanted
             were
          
           
             To
             Scheria
             ,
             that
             they
             might
             live
             at
             rest
             .
          
           
             Who
             built
             them
             Houses
             ,
             and
             a
             City
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             fortifi'd
             the
             same
             with
             strong
             Walls
             round
             ,
          
           
             And
             Temples
             built
             ,
             and
             gave
             them
             shares
             of
             land
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             departed
             was
             ,
             and
             under
             ground
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             Alcinous
             had
             the
             Command
             .
          
           
             His
             house
             it
             was
             the
             Goddess
             went
             unto
             ,
          
           
             And
             int'a
             Chamber
             gay
             (
             where
             lay
             abed
          
           
             A
             Godlike
             Maid
             asleep
             )
             with
             less
             ado
          
           
             Than
             could
             a
             gentle
             wind
             have
             entered
             .
          
           
           
             This
             the
             Kings
             Daughter
             was
             Nausicaa
             .
          
           
             Within
             the
             door
             shut
             close
             ,
             on
             each
             side
             one
             ,
          
           
             Two
             of
             her
             Waiting-maids
             asleep
             she
             saw
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             the
             Graces
             fair
             to
             look
             upon
             .
          
           
             Then
             standing
             at
             
             Nausicaa's
             Beds-head
             ,
          
           
             In
             form
             of
             Dymas
             Daughter
             ,
             there
             she
             stai'd
             ,
          
           
             Who
             of
             her
             age
             was
             ,
             and
             most
             favoured
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             Nausicaa
             she
             spake
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Careless
             Nausicaa
             ,
             what
             do
             you
             mean
             ,
          
           
             When
             to
             your
             Wedding-day
             you
             are
             so
             near
             ,
          
           
             To
             let
             so
             many
             Garments
             lie
             unclean
             ?
          
           
             You
             would
             be
             glad
             your self
             fair
             cloaths
             to
             wear
             ,
          
           
             And
             give
             to
             them
             that
             are
             to
             lead
             you
             out
             .
          
           
             For
             even
             such
             things
             as
             these
             procure
             good
             fame
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             people
             that
             dwell
             round
             about
             .
          
           
             Your
             Parents
             also
             take
             joy
             in
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Come
             therefore
             ,
             to
             the
             River
             let
             's
             be
             gone
          
           
             By
             break
             of
             day
             ;
             For
             I
             will
             with
             you
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             help
             ,
             that
             you
             the
             sooner
             may
             have
             done
             .
          
           
             I
             'm
             sure
             your
             Wedding
             is
             not
             far
             off
             now
             .
          
           
             For
             sought
             you
             are
             in
             Marri'ge
             by
             the
             best
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             Town
             where
             your
             were
             born
             and
             bred
             .
          
           
             Go
             early
             to
             your
             Father
             and
             request
          
           
             You
             may
             with
             Mules
             and
             Coach
             be
             furnished
             .
          
           
             That
             Aprons
             ,
             Gowns
             ,
             and
             Mantles
             you
             may
             bear
          
           
             Unto
             the
             washing
             place
             .
             For
             far
             't
             is
             to
             't
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             your
             person
             so
             't
             is
             comelier
          
           
             Than
             to
             be
             seen
             to
             go
             so
             far
             on
             foot
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Goddess
             up
             to
             Heaven
             went
             ,
          
           
             Where
             is
             the
             dwelling
             of
             the
             Gods
             in
             bliss
             .
          
           
             A
             pure
             and
             undecaying
             Firmament
          
           
             Which
             by
             no
             wind
             moved
             or
             shaken
             is
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             wet
             nor
             slabber'd
             is
             with
             showr
             of
             rain
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             clouded
             ,
             nor
             approach'd
             unto
             by
             snow
             ;
          
           
             But
             Bright
             and
             shining
             always
             doth
             remain
             .
          
           
             Here
             dwell
             th'Immortals
             ,
             and
             no
             sorrow
             know
             .
          
           
             Thither
             went
             Pallas
             .
             Then
             Nausicaa
          
           
             Awak'd
             ,
             and
             through
             the
             House
             went
             to
             relate
          
           
             Unto
             her
             Parents
             what
             a
             Dream
             she
             saw
             .
          
           
             Her
             Mother
             by
             the
             fire
             side
             spinning
             sate
          
           
           
             With
             distaff
             laden
             with
             fine
             purple-wool
             .
          
           
             Her
             Father
             going
             out
             ,
             she
             met
             i'
             th'
             Hall
          
           
             Call'd
             by
             the
             Lords
             sitting
             in
             Councel
             full
             ,
          
           
             And
             waiting
             for
             him
             to
             consult
             withal
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             him
             said
             ,
             Pray
             Father
             shall
             not
             I
          
           
             Allowed
             be
             a
             Coach
             your
             Clothes
             to
             bear
          
           
             (
             Which
             in
             the
             house
             sulli'd
             and
             spotted
             lie
             )
          
           
             Unto
             the
             River-side
             to
             wash
             them
             there
             ?
          
           
             For
             you
             your self
             when
             you
             to
             Councel
             go
          
           
             Would
             gladly
             have
             your
             Garments
             clean
             &
             sweet
             .
          
           
             Your
             five
             Sons
             ,
             whereof
             two
             be
             wedded
             now
             ,
          
           
             Would
             fain
             with
             clean
             clothes
             at
             the
             Dancings
             meet
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             Nausicaa
             .
             But
             to
             her
             Father
          
           
             To
             talk
             of
             Wedding
             she
             forbore
             for
             shame
             .
          
           
             Yet
             what
             she
             thought
             on
             he
             could
             eas'ly
             gather
             ,
          
           
             However
             she
             distembled
             had
             the
             same
          
           
             Dear
             Child
             (
             then
             said
             her
             Father
             )
             you
             shall
             have
          
           
             Both
             Mules
             and
             Coach
             with
             handsome
             covering
             .
          
           
             Unto
             his
             Servants
             then
             command
             he
             gave
          
           
             To
             see
             it
             done
             .
             And
             out
             the
             Coach
             they
             bring
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             it
             set
             the
             Mules
             .
             Then
             came
             her
             Mother
             ,
          
           
             And
             laid
             in
             things
             to
             eat
             ,
             of
             relish
             fine
             ,
          
           
             And
             such-as
             eaten
             are
             with
             bread
             ,
             much
             other
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             bag
             of
             Goat-skin
             pleasant
             wine
             .
          
           
             When
             in
             the
             Coach
             the
             Garments
             all
             were
             plac't
          
           
             Nausicaa
             went
             up
             into
             her
             seat
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             her
             took
             (
             when
             their
             toil
             should
             be
             past
             )
          
           
             A
             curse
             of
             Oyl
             to
             help
             wash
             off
             the
             sweat
             .
          
           
             Then
             out
             ,
             with
             whip
             and
             reins
             in
             hand
             did
             drive
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             with
             strained
             limbs
             and
             clatt'ring
             feet
          
           
             The
             Mules
             soon
             at
             the
             River-side
             arrive
             ,
          
           
             And
             pasture
             for
             them
             there
             was
             very
             sweet
             .
          
           
             And
             there
             the
             Mules
             first
             they
             unharnassed
             ,
          
           
             Then
             pusht
             them
             off
             to
             graze
             on
             the
             Bank-side
             .
          
           
             The
             Clothes
             in
             Pits
             with
             water
             covered
          
           
             They
             tread
             ,
             and
             who
             should
             fastest
             tread
             ,
             they
             vi'd
             .
          
           
             Then
             on
             the
             Beach
             the
             Garments
             wet
             they
             spread
          
           
             Upon
             the
             cast-up
             Pibbles
             one
             by
             one
             .
          
           
             Then
             washed
             they
             and
             dri'd
             themselves
             ,
             and
             sed
             ;
          
           
             And
             left
             the
             Garments
             drying
             in
             the
             Sun
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             after
             they
             with
             food
             were
             satisfi'd
             ,
          
           
             It
             came
             into
             their
             minds
             to
             play
             at
             Ball
             ,
          
           
             And
             spend
             the
             time
             so
             till
             the
             clothes
             were
             dri'd
             .
          
           
             The
             tune
             Nausicaa
             sung
             for
             them
             all
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             upon
             Mount
             Erymanthus
             high
          
           
             Or
             on
             Taygetus
             stands
             Artemis
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             Rural
             fair
             Nymphs
             playing
             by
             .
          
           
             But
             she
             than
             all
             the
             rest
             much
             taller
             is
             ;
          
           
             And
             the
             wild
             Boars
             and
             Harts
             delights
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             But
             more
             her
             Mother
             Leda
             to
             see
             her
             .
          
           
             For
             though
             they
             fair
             were
             all
             ,
             yet
             fairer
             she
             ;
          
           
             So
             shew'd
             Nausicaa
             and
             her
             Maidens
             there
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             't
             was
             time
             that
             they
             should
             homewards
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             the
             Clothes
             into
             the
             Coach
             were
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             Mules
             set
             to
             ,
             Athena
             thought
             on
             how
          
           
             Ulysses
             should
             awake
             and
             see
             the
             Maid
             ,
          
           
             And
             be
             conducted
             by
             her
             to
             the
             Town
             .
          
           
             Nausicaa
             then
             throws
             the
             Ball
             and
             misses
             ;
          
           
             The
             Ball
             unto
             the
             River
             falleth
             down
             .
          
           
             Then
             shout
             the
             Maids
             .
             At
             that
             awakt
             Ulysses
             .
          
           
             And
             sitting
             up
             unto
             himself
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             Ay
             me
             ,
             where
             am
             I
             now
             ?
             'Mongst
             men
             unjust
             ,
          
           
             And
             such
             as
             of
             the
             Gods
             are
             not
             afraid
             ?
          
           
             Or
             good
             and
             godly
             men
             ,
             whom
             I
             may
             trust
             ?
          
           
             But
             female
             are
             the
             voices
             which
             I
             hear
             .
          
           
             Are
             they
             some
             Nymphs
             that
             haunt
             the
             Mountains
             high
             ,
          
           
             Or
             keep
             the
             Meadows
             green
             ,
             or
             waters
             clear
          
           
             Or
             are
             they
             Mortals
             whom
             I
             am
             so
             nigh
             ?
          
           
             But
             why
             go
             I
             not
             out
             my self
             and
             see
             ?
          
           
             Then
             with
             strong
             hand
             he
             wringed
             off
             a
             bough
             ?
          
           
             With
             many
             leaves
             upon
             it
             from
             a
             Tree
             ,
          
           
             To
             cover
             what
             became
             him
             not
             to
             show
             .
          
           
             Then
             as
             a
             Lion
             confident
             and
             bold
             ,
          
           
             Howe'r
             it
             blow
             or
             rain
             with
             fiery
             eyes
          
           
             Comes
             from
             the
             Mountain
             to
             a
             Herd
             or
             Fold
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             Flock
             at
             last
             his
             fortune
             tries
             ;
          
           
             So
             came
             Ulysses
             boldly
             from
             the
             Wood
          
           
             Stark
             naked
             ,
             fore'd
             to
             't
             by
             necessity
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             presence
             of
             the
             Maidens
             stood
             .
          
           
             The
             sight
             was
             terrible
             and
             made
             them
             fly
             .
          
           
           
             Nausicaa
             fled
             not
             ,
             but
             hid
             her
             eyes
             .
          
           
             Off
             stood
             Ulysses
             with
             himself
             to
             weigh
          
           
             Whether
             to
             speak
             from
             thence
             was
             the
             more
             wise
             ,
          
           
             Or
             else
             himself
             before
             her
             feet
             to
             lay
             .
          
           
             To
             stay
             there
             right
             at
             last
             resolved
             he
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             she
             should
             take
             his
             coming
             near
             her
             ill
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             ,
             O
             Queen
             ,
             I
             beg
             upon
             my
             knee
          
           
             That
             you
             with
             patience
             hear
             my
             Prayer
             will.
          
           
             You
             are
             a
             Goddess
             ,
             or
             of
             Humane
             race
             .
          
           
             If
             Goddess
             ,
             you
             can
             then
             no
             other
             be
          
           
             Than
             Artemis
             Jove's
             Daughter
             .
             In
             your
             face
          
           
             Such
             beauty
             is
             ;
             in
             height
             such
             Majesty
             .
          
           
             If
             mortal
             ,
             and
             of
             Humane
             race
             you
             be
             ,
          
           
             Thrice
             happy
             are
             your
             Parents
             and
             your
             Brothers
          
           
             How
             glad
             in
             the
             Processions
             they
             will
             see
             ,
          
           
             How
             much
             they
             are
             more
             grac'd
             by
             you
             than
             others
             .
          
           
             For
             such
             a
             branch
             I
             ne'r
             saw
             with
             my
             eyes
          
           
             On
             mortal
             stock
             .
             To
             see
             't
             I
             am
             amazed
             .
          
           
             But
             once
             a
             Palm
             at
             Delus
             saw
             arise
          
           
             In
             the
             same
             manner
             ,
             and
             long
             on
             it
             gazed
             .
          
           
             (
             For
             that
             way
             went
             I
             once
             well
             followed
             ,
          
           
             Which
             the
             first
             cause
             was
             of
             my
             trouble
             sore
             )
          
           
             And
             then
             ,
             as
             I
             do
             now
             ,
             I
             wondered
             ,
          
           
             For
             I
             had
             never
             seen
             the
             like
             before
             .
          
           
             T'
             approach
             unto
             your
             knees
             I
             was
             afraid
             ,
          
           
             Or
             shew
             my self
             .
             But
             such
             is
             my
             estate
             .
          
           
             For
             twenty
             days
             upon
             the
             Sea
             I
             strai'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             here
             in
             storms
             was
             thrown
             ashore
             by
             Fate
          
           
             From
             th'
             Isle
             Ogygia
             last
             night
             ,
             and
             fear
          
           
             I
             am
             to
             suffer
             yet
             more
             misery
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             the
             Gods
             will
             persecute
             me
             here
             .
          
           
             And
             since
             my
             landing
             you
             the
             first
             I
             see
             .
          
           
             Now
             pity
             me
             ,
             O
             Queen
             ,
             and
             shew
             we
             where
          
           
             The
             City
             stands
             .
             And
             t'hide
             my
             nakedness
          
           
             Give
             me
             some
             rag
             if
             there
             be
             any
             here
             .
          
           
             And
             may
             Jove
             you
             with
             all
             you
             wish
             for
             bless
             ,
          
           
             A
             Husband
             and
             a
             House
             ,
             and
             Concord
             good
             .
          
           
             For
             man
             and
             wife
             to
             live
             in
             Unity
          
           
             Is
             the
             great'st
             blessing
             can
             be
             understood
             .
          
           
             It
             joys
             your
             friend
             ,
             and
             grieves
             your
             enemy
             .
          
           
           
             Nausicaa
             then
             speaks
             ,
             and
             to
             him
             says
             ,
          
           
             You
             seem
             to
             be
             a
             good
             man
             and
             discreet
             .
          
           
             But
             Jove
             on
             good
             and
             bad
             such
             fortune
             lays
             ,
          
           
             Happy
             or
             otherwise
             ,
             as
             he
             thinks
             meet
             .
          
           
             And
             since
             distress
             is
             fallen
             to
             your
             share
             ,
          
           
             You
             must
             contented
             be
             to
             suffer
             it
             .
          
           
             But
             seeing
             to
             this
             place
             arriv'd
             you
             are
             ,
          
           
             You
             shall
             have
             Rayment
             ,
             and
             what
             else
             is
             fit
             .
          
           
             The
             City
             I
             will
             shew
             you
             ,
             and
             the
             name
          
           
             The
             people
             of
             this
             Isle
             are
             called
             by
             .
          
           
             Phaeacians
             they
             are
             call'd
             .
             And
             I
             am
          
           
             Daughter
             of
             him
             that
             has
             th'
             Authority
             ,
          
           
             Alcinous
             the
             King.
             And
             then
             she
             cri'd
          
           
             Aloud
             unto
             the
             Maids
             to
             make
             them
             stay
             .
          
           
             Why
             (
             said
             she
             )
             run
             you
             so
             away
             and
             hide
             ?
          
           
             D'
             ye
             think
             the
             man
             will
             carry
             you
             away
             ?
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             no
             Enemy
             can
             come
             in
             hither
             ,
          
           
             The
             Gods
             so
             with
             the
             Sea
             have
             wall'd
             us
             in
             .
          
           
             Nor
             stranger
             dwells
             here
             .
             But
             by
             evil
             weather
          
           
             To
             come
             to
             land
             this
             man
             hath
             forced
             been
             .
          
           
             Let
             's
             do
             him
             good
             .
             From
             Jove
             come
             Beggars
             all
             .
          
           
             And
             welcome
             to
             them
             is
             what
             e'r
             they
             get
             .
          
           
             Our
             givings
             to
             him
             will
             be
             very
             small
             .
          
           
             Go
             therefore
             set
             before
             him
             Wine
             and
             Meat
             ,
          
           
             And
             wash
             him
             in
             the
             River
             ,
             in
             such
             part
          
           
             As
             cover'd
             is
             from
             wind
             .
             And
             then
             they
             did
          
           
             (
             When
             they
             had
             given
             one
             another
             heart
             )
          
           
             Set
             him
             in
             such
             a
             place
             as
             they
             were
             bid
             .
          
           
             And
             gave
             him
             th'Oyl
             to
             scour
             his
             skin
             withal
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             him
             a
             good
             Cloak
             and
             Coat
             they
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             they
             bad
             him
             to
             his
             washing
             fall
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             answer'd
             then
             ,
             and
             to
             them
             said
             ,
          
           
             Stand
             further
             off
             ,
             I
             pray
             fair
             Maids
             ;
             for
             I
          
           
             My
             body
             naked
             am
             asham'd
             to
             show
             .
          
           
             Then
             stand
             they
             off
             ,
             and
             tell
             their
             Mistress
             why
             .
          
           
             (
             For
             washing
             he
             must
             have
             put
             off
             his
             bough
             .
             )
          
           
             Then
             washed
             he
             his
             head
             andshoulders
             wide
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             hand
             from
             's
             head
             stroak'd
             down
             the
             brine
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             Cloathes
             that
             laid
             were
             by
             his
             side
          
           
             Arrai'd
             himself
             ,
             that
             comely
             were
             and
             fine
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             Pallas
             to
             him
             came
             ,
             and
             made
             him
             look
          
           
             Taller
             and
             broader
             than
             he
             was
             before
             ;
          
           
             And
             from
             his
             Hair
             the
             colour
             gray
             she
             took
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             it
             like
             the
             Hyacynthine
             flower
             .
          
           
             As
             one
             by
             Vulcan
             or
             Athena
             taught
          
           
             Gold
             upon
             Silver
             skilfully
             had
             spread
             ;
          
           
             So
             Pallas
             on
             Ulysses
             beauty
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             And
             graceful
             Majesty
             upon
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             Then
             sat
             he
             on
             the
             Sands
             .
             Nausicaa
          
           
             Then
             said
             unto
             her
             Maidens
             ,
             Do
             you
             hear
             ,
          
           
             How
             poor
             he
             look'd
             the
             first
             time
             we
             him
             saw
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             how
             like
             a
             God
             he
             does
             appear
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             Gods
             ,
             it
             may
             be
             ,
             he
             was
             sent
          
           
             To
             dwell
             amongst
             the
             people
             of
             this
             place
             .
          
           
             With
             such
             a
             Husband
             I
             could
             be
             content
          
           
             (
             If
             he
             would
             stay
             )
             and
             think
             it
             no
             disgrace
             .
          
           
             Go
             Maids
             and
             set
             before
             him
             Wine
             and
             Meat
             .
          
           
             Away
             they
             went
             ,
             and
             did
             as
             she
             them
             bad
             .
          
           
             And
             he
             fell
             to
             ,
             and
             heartily
             did
             eat
             .
          
           
             For
             long
             before
             he
             nothing
             eaten
             had
             .
          
           
             Then
             harnessed
             the
             Mules
             and
             set
             them
             to
             ,
          
           
             And
             folded
             and
             put
             up
             the
             Garments
             all
             .
          
           
             Nausicaa
             went
             up
             with
             Maidens
             two
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             unto
             Ulysses
             did
             she
             call
             .
          
           
             Rise
             ,
             Stranger
             to
             the
             City
             let
             us
             go
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             may
             send
             you
             to
             my
             Fathers
             house
             ,
          
           
             Where
             all
             the
             best
             Phaeacians
             you
             'll
             know
             .
          
           
             But
             hear
             you
             (
             for
             I
             think
             you
             cautelous
             )
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             in
             the
             Fields
             the
             Coach
             is
             on
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             Amongst
             my
             Maidens
             follow
             it
             apace
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             you
             see
             it
             near
             the
             City
             ,
             stay
          
           
             And
             that
             you
             may
             well
             understand
             the
             place
             ,
          
           
             A
             Tow'r
             there
             is
             ,
             you
             'll
             see
             it
             ,
             for
             't
             is
             high
             .
          
           
             There
             'twixt
             two
             Havens
             is
             a
             narrow
             way
             ,
          
           
             You
             'll
             see
             it
             by
             the
             Masts
             ,
             for
             Ships
             there
             lie
             .
          
           
             Near
             it
             the
             people
             meet
             o'
             th'
             Market-day
             .
          
           
             And
             there
             a
             Temple
             fair
             of
             Neptune
             stands
             ,
          
           
             Of
             free-stone
             from
             the
             Quarry
             hewn
             and
             fit
             .
          
           
             For
             the
             Phaeacians
             imploy
             their
             hands
          
           
             On
             Shipping
             ,
             and
             no
             other
             Art
             but
             it
             .
          
           
           
             For
             Bows
             and
             Arrows
             they
             care
             not
             a
             pin
             ,
          
           
             But
             for
             such
             things
             as
             serve
             to
             pass
             the
             Seas
             .
          
           
             Ships
             ,
             Cordage
             ,
             Oars
             they
             take
             their
             pleasure
             in
             ,
          
           
             And
             spend
             their
             time
             and
             labour
             upon
             these
             .
          
           
             I
             am
             afraid
             these
             men
             will
             censure
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             say
             (
             for
             Censurers
             are
             many
             here
             .
             )
          
           
             This
             handsome
             and
             tall
             fellow
             who
             is
             he
             ,
          
           
             That
             's
             with
             Nausicaa
             ,
             from
             God
             knows
             where
             ?
          
           
             Where
             did
             she
             find
             him
             ?
             Must
             he
             marry
             her
             ?
          
           
             From
             some
             far
             Country
             he
             is
             landed
             here
          
           
             Wandring
             by
             Fortune
             ,
             or
             a
             Traveller
             .
          
           
             For
             sure
             I
             am
             no
             such
             man
             dwelleth
             near
             .
          
           
             May
             be
             some
             God
             from
             Heav'n
             descended
             is
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             live
             with
             her
             always
             hither
             come
             .
          
           
             So
             ,
             then
             to
             wed
             a
             Stranger
             better
             't
             is
             ,
          
           
             Since
             she
             thinks
             none
             is
             good
             enough
             at
             home
             .
          
           
             For
             many
             seek
             her
             ,
             and
             the
             best
             men
             here
             .
          
           
             So
             will
             they
             say
             ,
             and
             't
             will
             to
             be
             my
             shame
             .
          
           
             For
             if
             another
             that
             had
             done
             it
             't
             were
             ,
          
           
             I
             should
             my self
             condemn
             her
             for
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             For
             't
             is
             unseemly
             a
             sair
             Maid
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             That
             subject
             is
             t'
             her
             Parents
             Government
             ,
          
           
             Converse
             with
             any
             man
             ,
             unless
             she
             be
          
           
             First
             married
             ,
             or
             their
             Parents
             give
             consent
             .
          
           
             And
             therefore
             ,
             Stranger
             ,
             if
             you
             mean
             to
             be
          
           
             Convoyed
             by
             my
             Father
             to
             your
             home
             ,
          
           
             Do
             as
             I
             tell
             you
             .
             Near
             the
             way
             you
             'll
             see
          
           
             A
             Grove
             of
             Poplars
             .
             When
             you
             thither
             come
          
           
             You
             'll
             find
             my
             Father's
             Vineyard
             ,
             from
             the
             Town
          
           
             As
             far
             as
             one
             that
             Holla's
             heard
             can
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             you
             thither
             come
             ,
             there
             sit
             you
             down
          
           
             Till
             at
             my
             Fathers
             house
             you
             think
             are
             we
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             the
             City
             go
             ;
             ask
             where
             does
             dwell
          
           
             Alcinous
             .
             For
             you
             shall
             meet
             with
             none
             ,
          
           
             Though
             but
             a
             Child
             ,
             but
             can
             inform
             you
             well
             .
          
           
             So
             well
             his
             house
             is
             known
             to
             every
             one
             .
          
           
             And
             there
             go
             in
             ,
             and
             on
             ,
             until
             you
             find
          
           
             My
             Mother
             .
             Whom
             you
             'll
             by
             the
             fire
             side
             see
          
           
             Spinning
             ;
             and
             Maids
             at
             the
             same
             work
             ●●hind
          
           
             The
             Pillar
             under
             which
             sits
             working
             she
             .
          
           
           
             My
             Fathers
             Chair
             by
             the
             same
             Pillar
             stands
          
           
             Where
             ,
             when
             he
             drinketh
             ,
             like
             a
             God
             he
             is
             .
          
           
             Pass
             by
             it
             to
             my
             Mother
             ,
             and
             your
             hands
             ,
          
           
             If
             you
             mean
             to
             get
             home
             ,
             lay
             on
             her
             knees
             .
          
           
             If
             once
             her
             favour
             you
             can
             but
             obtain
             ,
          
           
             You
             need
             not
             fear
             ,
             but
             you
             your
             friends
             shall
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             your
             house
             and
             Country
             come
             again
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             her
             Whip
             upon
             the
             Mules
             laid
             she
             .
          
           
             The
             Mules
             start
             swiftly
             from
             the
             Rivers
             side
             ,
          
           
             For
             nimble
             was
             the
             motion
             of
             their
             feet
             .
          
           
             But
             she
             for
             those
             who
             went
             asoot
             ,
             did
             guide
          
           
             The
             swiftness
             of
             their
             pace
             as
             she
             thought
             meet
             .
          
           
             When
             they
             were
             come
             
             t'Athena's
             Sacred
             Grove
             ,
          
           
             The
             Sun
             went
             down
             ;
             and
             there
             Ulysses
             stai'd
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Goddess
             ,
             Daughter
             of
             Great
             Jove
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             might
             good
             reception
             find
             ,
             he
             prai'd
             .
          
           
             Hear
             me
             
             Jove's
             Virgin-Daughter
             ,
             hear
             me
             now
             ,
          
           
             Since
             still
             you
             did
             refuse
             to
             help
             me
             then
             ,
          
           
             When
             Neptune
             sought
             at
             Sea
             my
             overthrow
             ,
          
           
             Grant
             that
             I
             may
             be
             welcome
             to
             these
             men
             .
          
           
             Thus
             prai'd
             he
             ,
             and
             was
             by
             Athena
             heard
             ,
          
           
             Though
             to
             him
             face
             to
             face
             she
             would
             not
             come
             ,
          
           
             But
             of
             her
             Unkle
             Neptune
             was
             afear'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             ne'r
             forgave
             him
             till
             he
             was
             at
             home
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           VII
           .
        
         
           
             WHilst
             there
             he
             pray'd
             ,
             Nausicaa
             went
             on
             ,
          
           
             And
             stai'd
             her
             Coach
             the
             utter
             Gate
             without
             ,
          
           
             And
             like
             to
             Gods
             her
             Brothers
             came
             each
             one
             ,
          
           
             From
             out
             the
             house
             ,
             &
             her
             stood
             round
             about
             .
          
           
             The
             Mules
             they
             freed
             ,
             th'
             Apparel
             they
             took
             in
             ,
          
           
             Nausicaa
             streight
             to
             her
             Chamber
             went
             ;
          
           
           
             Eury●edusa
             made
             a
             fire
             therein
             ;
          
           
             Who
             ta'ne
             by
             Rovers
             on
             the
             Continent
          
           
             Was
             given
             to
             the
             King
             Alcinous
             ,
          
           
             That
             like
             a
             God
             was
             honour'd
             by
             ●he
             Nation
          
           
             Of
             the
             Phaeacians
             at
             home
             .
             And
             thus
          
           
             She
             of
             Nausicaa
             had
             the
             Education
             .
          
           
             A
             fire
             she
             made
             her
             ,
             and
             her
             Supper
             brought
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             then
             into
             the
             City
             went.
          
           
             Pallas
             of
             Air
             made
             him
             such
             a
             Coat
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             could
             not
             be
             seen
             ;
             lest
             insolent
          
           
             And
             sturdy
             Towns-men
             should
             him
             mock
             and
             jea●
             ,
          
           
             Or
             ask
             him
             Questions
             ,
             who
             ,
             what
             ,
             or
             why
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             he
             was
             unto
             the
             Gate
             come
             near
             ,
          
           
             Pallas
             appeared
             to
             him
             openly
             ,
          
           
             Like
             a
             young
             Maid
             with
             Pail
             upon
             her
             head
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             then
             spake
             to
             her
             ,
             and
             said
             thus
             :
          
           
             Sweet
             pretty
             Girl
             ,
             will
             you
             be
             pleas'd
             to
             lead
          
           
             Me
             to
             the
             house
             of
             King
             Alcinous
             ?
          
           
             For
             I
             a
             stranger
             come
             and
             no
             man
             know
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             ever
             in
             my
             life
             was
             here
             before
             .
          
           
             Yes
             (
             then
             said
             Pallas
             )
             I
             will
             you
             it
             show
             ,
          
           
             For
             't
             is
             the
             next
             unto
             my
             Fathers
             door
             .
          
           
             Go
             softly
             ,
             thus
             ,
             and
             I
             will
             lead
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             For
             our
             folk
             Strangers
             do
             not
             well
             indure
             ,
          
           
             But
             in
             good
             Ships
             their
             honour
             wholly
             lay
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             wide
             Sea
             to
             pass
             themselves
             enure
             .
          
           
             For
             Neptune
             given
             to
             them
             has
             this
             gift
             ,
          
           
             That
             their
             good
             Ships
             fly
             like
             to
             thought
             or
             wind
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Goddess
             led
             with
             motion
             swift
             ;
          
           
             And
             on
             her
             steps
             he
             treading
             went
             behind
             .
          
           
             And
             through
             the
             people
             so
             he
             past
             unseen
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             the
             Goddess
             allas
             ,
             for
             good
             will
             ,
          
           
             A
             wondrous
             mist
             of
             Air
             had
             wrapt
             him
             in
             .
          
           
             Then
             looking
             at
             the
             House
             he
             there
             stood
             still
             .
          
           
             The
             Havens
             and
             the
             Ships
             he
             wondred
             at
             ;
          
           
             The
             Market-place
             ,
             and
             Walls
             so
             thick
             and
             high
             .
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             said
             ,
             Alcin●us
             house
             is
             that
             .
          
           
             There
             sup
             the
             King
             and
             Queen
             now
             merrily
             .
          
           
             Though
             you
             a
             Stranger
             be
             ,
             fear
             not
             ,
             go
             in
             .
          
           
             The
             bold
             than
             fearful
             always
             better
             speed
             .
          
           
           
             And
             first
             of
             all
             the
             House
             you
             'l
             find
             the
             Queen
             .
          
           
             Arete
             is
             her
             name
             .
             Both
             from
             one
             seed
          
           
             Descended
             are
             she
             and
             Alcinous
             ,
          
           
             In
             Periboea
             Child
             of
             Eurimedon
             .
          
           
             The
             God
             o'
             th'
             Seas
             begot
             Nausithous
          
           
             Who
             two
             Sons
             had
             ;
             Alcinous
             was
             one
             .
          
           
             The
             other
             was
             Rexenor
             ,
             who
             no
             Son
          
           
             But
             one
             fair
             Daughter
             only
             left
             behind
             .
          
           
             Arete
             was
             her
             name
             .
             Besides
             her
             none
             .
          
           
             Alcinous
             and
             she
             in
             Wedlock
             joyn'd
             .
          
           
             And
             he
             to
             her
             so
             much
             respect
             doth
             bear
             ,
          
           
             As
             no
             man
             living
             to
             a
             Wife
             bears
             more
             .
          
           
             And
             honour'd
             is
             by
             all
             her
             Children
             dear
             .
          
           
             The
             people
             like
             a
             Goddess
             her
             adore
             ,
          
           
             And
             bless
             her
             when
             she
             comes
             into
             the
             street
             .
          
           
             And
             loving
             to
             them
             all
             is
             also
             she
             .
          
           
             For
             a
             wise
             woman
             is
             she
             and
             discreet
             .
          
           
             When
             they
             fall
             out
             she
             makes
             them
             to
             agree
             .
          
           
             If
             you
             her
             favour
             can
             but
             once
             obtain
             ,
          
           
             You
             need
             not
             fear
             but
             you
             your
             friends
             shall
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             safely
             to
             your
             Country
             come
             again
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             she
             this
             had
             said
             ,
             away
             went
             she
          
           
             O'r
             Sea
             ,
             to
             Marathon
             in
             
               Attica
               ▪
            
          
           
             T'Erectheus
             house
             .
             And
             he
             now
             was
             to
             enter
          
           
             Into
             the
             house
             .
             But
             long
             he
             laid
             the
             Law
          
           
             U
             to
             himself
             before
             he
             would
             adventure
             .
          
           
             Entring
             he
             saw
             the
             Walls
             lin'd
             round
             with
             brass
             ,
          
           
             And
             fring'd
             about
             with
             colour
             of
             the
             sky
             .
          
           
             The
             door
             within
             golden
             all
             over
             was
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             ●ppear'd
             like
             Heaven
             to
             the
             eye
             .
          
           
             The
             Door-posts
             Silver
             g●…●…hold
             ,
          
           
             The
             Lintle-tree
             upon
             them
             silver
             too
             .
          
           
             The
             Sill
             was
             b●ass
             ,
             the
             Ring
             to
             pull
             it
             ,
             Gold.
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             Door
             great
             Dogs
             were
             standing
             two
             .
          
           
             Of
             silver
             one
             ,
             the
             other
             was
             of
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             As
             Watch
             before
             the
             Royal
             Gate
             to
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Immortal
             Dogs
             that
             never
             can
             grow
             old
             .
          
           
             And
             round
             about
             them
             all
             ,
             Thrones
             every
             way
             ,
          
           
             All
             cover'd
             with
             a
             dainty
             Stuff
             and
             fine
             ,
          
           
             The
             work
             of
             Womens
             hands
             .
             There
             us'd
             to
             eat
          
           
           
             The
             King
             and
             Lords
             ,
             and
             drink
             and
             make
             good
             che●●
             .
          
           
             His
             Riches
             was
             a
             never-dying
             Teat
             .
          
           
             About
             the
             Altar
             were
             set
             Boys
             of
             Gold
          
           
             That
             to
             the
             Guests
             ,
             assoon
             as
             it
             was
             night
             ,
          
           
             With
             burning
             Torches
             they
             the
             Light
             might
             hold
             .
          
           
             For
             now
             the
             Sun
             had
             born
             away
             his
             light
             .
          
           
             Fifty
             Maid-servants
             were
             at
             work
             within
             ,
          
           
             Some
             at
             the
             Mill
             were
             grinding
             wheat
             for
             bread
             ,
          
           
             And
             others
             with
             their
             Distaves
             sate
             to
             Spin
             ,
          
           
             And
             others
             Cloth
             were
             weaving
             with
             the
             thread
             .
          
           
             Like
             to
             the
             Leaves
             of
             a
             high
             Aspen-tree
          
           
             Their
             fingers
             went.
             So
             much
             they
             did
             excel
          
           
             In
             all
             the
             works
             ,
             that
             taught
             by
             Pallas
             be
             ,
          
           
             The
             Women
             that
             in
             other
             places
             dwell
             ;
          
           
             As
             do
             these
             men
             all
             other
             men
             surpass
          
           
             In
             all
             things
             that
             belong
             to
             Navigation
             .
          
           
             For
             Wit
             and
             Art
             more
             Pallas
             given
             has
          
           
             To
             them
             ,
             than
             Women
             of
             another
             Nation
             .
          
           
             Close
             by
             the
             House
             a
             dainty
             Orchard
             is
          
           
             Four-square
             and
             senc'd
             with
             hedge
             and
             pale
             about
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Pear
             ,
             Pomegranate
             ,
             Apple
             ,
             Olive-trees
             ,
          
           
             And
             Fig-trees
             ▪
             For
             the
             season
             ne'r
             goes
             out
          
           
             Summer
             nor
             Winter
             ,
             for
             by
             Zephyrs
             some
          
           
             Are
             made
             put
             forth
             ,
             and
             others
             ripened
             ;
          
           
             Pears
             after
             Pears
             ,
             Apples
             to
             Apples
             come
             ;
          
           
             Grapes
             are
             by
             Grapes
             ,
             Figs
             by
             Figs
             followed
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             it
             was
             the
             Vineyard
             of
             the
             King.
          
           
             Grapes
             in
             some
             places
             by
             the
             Sun
             were
             dri'd
             ,
          
           
             In
             others
             stai'd
             till
             Vintage
             ripening
             .
          
           
             Upon
             some
             Vines
             no
             flower
             yet
             was
             spi'd
             .
          
           
             And
             Grapes
             on
             some
             to
             blacken
             now
             began
             .
          
           
             Green
             beds
             of
             Herbs
             there
             were
             on
             ev'ry
             side
             ;
          
           
             And
             through
             it
             from
             two
             Springs
             the
             water
             ran
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             and
             fro
             the
             one
             did
             winding
             glide
             .
          
           
             The
             other
             to
             the
             House
             his
             stream
             did
             bear
             ,
          
           
             And
             under
             ground
             was
             to
             the
             Town
             convey'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             rose
             a
             Fountain
             for
             the
             people
             there
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             Ulysses
             had
             all
             this
             survey'd
             ,
          
           
             Then
             went
             he
             in
             ,
             and
             found
             them
             in
             the
             Hall
          
           
             Sitting
             at
             Supper
             ,
             and
             to
             Mercury
          
           
           
             There
             offring
             up
             of
             Wine
             .
             Which
             last
             of
             all
          
           
             At
             Bed-time
             men
             do
             offer
             usually
             .
          
           
             And
             on
             he
             went
             up
             to
             the
             King
             and
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             And
             both
             his
             hands
             upon
             her
             knee
             did
             lay
             .
          
           
             Pallas
             had
             kept
             him
             in
             the
             Mist
             unseen
             .
          
           
             But
             thither
             come
             the
             Mist
             streight
             fell
             away
             .
          
           
             Amaz'd
             they
             were
             when
             first
             they
             saw
             the
             Man
             ▪
          
           
             And
             like
             to
             men
             that
             had
             been
             stricken
             dumb
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             then
             ●'Arete
             thus
             began
             .
          
           
             O
             Queen
             Arete
             ,
             to
             your
             knee
             I
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             King
             and
             those
             that
             with
             you
             sit
             .
          
           
             May
             the
             Gods
             grant
             you
             all
             much
             happiness
             ,
          
           
             Long
             life
             ,
             and
             your
             Possessions
             to
             transmit
          
           
             T'
             your
             Children
             ,
             and
             your
             Honours
             still
             possess
             ;
          
           
             And
             may
             you
             me
             send
             presently
             away
          
           
             Unto
             my
             House
             ▪
             Long
             absent
             I
             have
             been
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             sat
             down
             by
             the
             fire
             .
             And
             they
          
           
             Said
             nothing
             ,
             such
             amazement
             they
             were
             in
             .
          
           
             At
             last
             old
             Echineus
             spake
             ,
             that
             knew
          
           
             Both
             what
             in
             former
             times
             ▪
             and
             now
             was
             fit
             .
          
           
             O
             King
             Alcinous
             is
             't
             good
             think
             you
          
           
             To
             let
             the
             Stranger
             in
             the
             Ashes
             sit
             ?
          
           
             We
             silent
             sat
             to
             see
             what
             was
             your
             will.
          
           
             Pray
             make
             him
             rise
             ,
             and
             to
             a
             Chair
             him
             bring
             ,
          
           
             And
             bid
             the
             Squire
             to
             temper
             Wine
             and
             fill
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             to
             Jove
             may
             make
             our
             Offering
             .
          
           
             Who
             with
             poor
             strangers
             keepeth
             Company
             .
          
           
             And
             bid
             the
             Maid
             before
             him
             set
             such
             meat
          
           
             As
             she
             within
             has
             in
             her
             custody
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Alcinous
             rose
             from
             his
             seat
             ,
          
           
             T'Ulysses
             went
             ,
             and
             took
             him
             by
             the
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             a
             Chair
             him
             led
             where
             sat
             his
             Son
          
           
             L●●da●as
             ,
             to
             whom
             he
             gave
             Command
          
           
             To
             give
             him
             place
             ,
             although
             he
             loved
             none
          
           
             So
             dearly
             as
             he
             lov'd
             Laodamas
             .
          
           
             Who
             next
             unto
             him
             us'd
             to
             sit
             at
             meat
             .
          
           
             Then
             by
             a
             Maid
             brought
             in
             a
             Bason
             was
          
           
             And
             Ewr
             of
             Gold
             ,
             to
             wash
             ere
             he
             did
             eat
             .
          
           
             Another
             Maid
             before
             him
             layed
             bread
             ,
          
           
             And
             other
             good
             things
             on
             his
             Table
             laid
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             heartily
             thereon
             Ulysses
             fed
             .
          
           
             Alcinous
             then
             to
             the
             Squire
             said
             ,
          
           
             Temper
             the
             Wine
             ,
             Pontonous
             ,
             that
             we
          
           
             Wine-Offering
             to
             Jove
             may
             offer
             up
             ,
          
           
             In
             whose
             protection
             all
             Suppliants
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             round
             about
             presented
             be
             the
             Cup.
          
           
             Then
             went
             about
             the
             Wine
             from
             one
             to
             one
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             Sacred
             Offering
             was
             over
             ,
          
           
             Then
             said
             Alcinous
             ,
             Since
             we
             have
             done
             ,
          
           
             Let
             's
             go
             to
             bed
             ,
             and
             soon
             as
             we
             discover
          
           
             Aurora
             rising
             ,
             hither
             come
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             unto
             the
             Gods
             a
             Sacrifice
             ,
          
           
             And
             this
             our
             Stranger
             farther
             entertain
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             to
             send
             him
             to
             his
             house
             advise
             ,
          
           
             That
             safely
             he
             may
             go
             ,
             and
             joyfully
             ,
          
           
             And
             swiftly
             to
             the
             place
             where
             he
             would
             be
             ,
          
           
             How
             far
             soever
             hence
             his
             dwelling
             lie
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             on
             the
             Sea
             delay
             or
             trouble
             see
          
           
             Until
             his
             Native
             Country
             he
             be
             at
             .
          
           
             But
             what
             his
             Fate
             is
             after
             he
             is
             there
             ,
          
           
             B●t
             good
             or
             evil
             he
             must
             suffer
             that
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             it
             be
             some
             God
             that
             sitteth
             here
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             only
             our
             Devotion
             t'
             approve
             .
          
           
             For
             to
             that
             end
             Gods
             let
             themselves
             be
             spi'd
             ,
          
           
             To
             sit
             with
             men
             at
             Holy
             Feasts
             they
             love
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             themselves
             in
             Caves
             like
             Gyants
             hide
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             said
             ,
             O
             King
             ,
             lay
             by
          
           
             That
             thought
             of
             yours
             .
             With
             Gods
             I
             'll
             not
             compare
             ,
          
           
             For
             Body
             or
             for
             Mind
             .
             Of
             Misery
          
           
             If
             man
             can
             boast
             ,
             to
             boast
             'mong
             them
             I
             dare
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             more
             Tokens
             can
             produce
             of
             Wo
          
           
             Than
             any
             man
             that
             shall
             with
             me
             contend
          
           
             Though
             all
             I
             tell
             not
             that
             I
             can
             .
             Yet
             so
          
           
             I
             fain
             would
             of
             my
             Supper
             make
             an
             end
             .
          
           
             No
             Creature
             is
             so
             fierce
             as
             is
             the
             Gut
             ,
          
           
             And
             so
             loud
             barketh
             ,
             when
             it
             is
             forgot
             ,
          
           
             That
             out
             of
             mind
             it
             never
             can
             be
             put
             ,
          
           
             But
             will
             be
             heard
             whether
             one
             will
             or
             not
             .
          
           
             So
             't
             is
             with
             me
             that
             am
             afflicted
             sore
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             still
             my
             belly
             bids
             me
             eat
             and
             drink
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             forget
             all
             I
             had
             endur'd
             before
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             my
             misery
             no
             more
             to
             think
             .
          
           
             And
             so
             ,
             since
             now
             I
             hunger
             to
             go
             home
             ,
          
           
             Forget
             not
             with
             a
             Ship
             me
             to
             supply
          
           
             To
             morrow
             .
             For
             were
             I
             once
             thither
             come
          
           
             I
             could
             be
             well
             contented
             there
             to
             die
             .
          
           
             When
             this
             was
             said
             ,
             he
             was
             by
             all
             commended
             .
          
           
             He
             speaks
             discreetly
             ,
             let
             him
             then
             ,
             said
             they
          
           
             A
             speedy
             conduct
             have
             .
             When
             all
             was
             ended
             ,
          
           
             The
             rest
             unto
             their
             Houses
             went
             away
             .
          
           
             Only
             Ulysses
             staid
             ,
             and
             by
             him
             sate
          
           
             The
             King
             and
             Queen
             .
             Tables
             removed
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             that
             to
             the
             Supper
             did
             relate
             .
          
           
             The
             Queen
             then
             mark'd
             what
             Garments
             he
             did
             wear
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             she
             and
             her
             Maids
             had
             made
             them
             ,
             knew
             .
          
           
             Stranger
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             Who
             are
             you
             ?
             Whence
             ?
             and
             more
             ,
          
           
             The
             Garments
             you
             have
             on
             ,
             of
             whom
             had
             you
             ?
          
           
             Had
             you
             them
             on
             then
             when
             you
             came
             ashore
             ?
          
           
             Grievous
             (
             said
             he
             )
             O
             Queen
             is
             your
             Command
             ,
          
           
             That
             calls
             again
             (
             when
             past
             it
             is
             )
             my
             pain
             .
          
           
             Yet
             will
             I
             answer
             make
             to
             this
             demand
             .
          
           
             An
             Island
             lieth
             far
             hence
             in
             the
             Main
             ,
          
           
             ●gygia
             'tis
             call'd
             .
             Calypso
             there
          
           
             The
             Daughter
             fair
             of
             Atlas
             lives
             alone
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             God
             nor
             Man
             she
             has
             to
             dwell
             with
             her
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             by
             Fate
             upon
             that
             Isle
             was
             thrown
             .
          
           
             ●or
             Jove
             my
             good
             Ship
             had
             with
             Thunder
             split
             ;
          
           
             My
             fellows
             in
             the
             Sea
             all
             perished
             .
          
           
             ●●t
             I
             the
             Rudder
             had
             ,
             and
             held
             by
             it
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             nine
             days
             and
             nights
             I
             wandered
             ,
          
           
             And
             thrown
             was
             on
             that
             Isle
             the
             tenth
             at
             night
             .
          
           
             Calypso
             there
             received
             me
             and
             fed
             ;
          
           
             ●●d
             Immortality
             have
             had
             I
             might
             ,
          
           
             If
             I
             had
             with
             her
             there
             inhabited
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             I
             to
             that
             would
             never
             give
             consent
             .
          
           
             Yet
             there
             by
             force
             I
             stayed
             seven
             years
          
           
             ●or
             want
             of
             Ship
             and
             Men
             )
             in
             discontent
             ,
          
           
             Washing
             the
             Clothes
             she
             gave
             me
             with
             my
             tears
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             eighth
             year
             come
             ,
             she
             did
             my
             going
             press
             .
          
           
             Whether
             by
             Joves
             command
             I
             cannot
             say
             ,
          
           
           
             Or
             whether
             't
             were
             because
             she
             lov'd
             me
             less
             .
          
           
             Then
             on
             a
             Raft
             of
             Trees
             I
             came
             away
             .
          
           
             Bread
             and
             sweet
             Wine
             upon
             the
             Deck
             she
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             Garments
             gave
             me
             fair
             ,
             and
             a
             good
             Wind.
          
           
             And
             good
             for
             seventeen
             days
             the
             weather
             stai'd
             .
          
           
             On
             th'eighteenth
             near
             your
             Coast
             my self
             I
             find
             .
          
           
             And
             glad
             I
             was
             ,
             though
             still
             unfortunate
             .
          
           
             For
             more
             I
             was
             to
             suffer
             by
             and
             by
             .
          
           
             For
             Neptune
             rai'sd
             against
             me
             in
             his
             hate
             ,
          
           
             A
             Storm
             of
             Winds
             with
             furious
             Waves
             and
             high
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             I
             forced
             was
             the
             Raft
             to
             quit
             .
          
           
             The
             Trees
             asunder
             floated
             here
             and
             there
             ,
          
           
             The
             Storm
             so
             broken
             had
             and
             scatter'd
             it
             .
          
           
             Then
             swam
             I.
             Gainst
             the
             rocks
             the
             waves
             me
             be●
          
           
             And
             falling
             off
             ,
             they
             cast
             me
             back
             again
             .
          
           
             Again
             I
             swam
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             River
             came
             .
          
           
             And
             there
             I
             saw
             the
             landing
             smooth
             and
             plain
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             Wind
             defended
             was
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             There
             landed
             I
             half
             dead
             ,
             and
             now
             't
             was
             night
             ,
          
           
             Then
             up
             I
             went
             and
             in
             a
             Thicket
             lay
          
           
             Cover'd
             with
             leaves
             abundance
             dry
             and
             light
             .
          
           
             And
             slept
             till
             almost
             spent
             was
             the
             next
             day
             .
          
           
             For
             then
             the
             Sun
             was
             setting
             .
             There
             I
             hear
          
           
             The
             Voice
             of
             Women
             playing
             by
             the
             Brook.
          
           
             And
             going
             out
             I
             saw
             your
             Daughter
             there
             ,
          
           
             That
             like
             a
             Goddess
             come
             from
             heav'n
             did
             look
             .
          
           
             To
             her
             I
             made
             my
             Pray'r
             in
             this
             distress
             .
          
           
             Wisely
             she
             answer'd
             and
             beyond
             her
             age
          
           
             (
             For
             th'younger
             commonly
             consider
             less
             )
          
           
             And
             gave
             me
             food
             my
             hunger
             to
             asswage
             .
          
           
             Of
             her
             I
             had
             the
             Garments
             I
             have
             on
             .
          
           
             Nay
             stranger
             (
             answered
             Alcinous
             )
          
           
             'T
             was
             in
             my
             Child
             an
             indiscretion
             ,
          
           
             That
             she
             not
             brought
             you
             with
             her
             to
             my
             house
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             answered
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             'T
             was
             not
             her
             fault
             we
             came
             not
             both
             together
             .
          
           
             She
             bad
             me
             .
             I
             would
             not
             ,
             but
             was
             afraid
          
           
             What
             you
             and
             they
             would
             think
             that
             saw
             me
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
          
           
             For
             jealous
             and
             mistrustful
             mortals
             be
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             again
             Alcinous
             repli'd
             ,
          
           
           
             ●rom
             such
             ill
             thoughts
             I
             always
             have
             been
             free
             .
          
           
             O
             Jove
             ,
             and
             Pallas
             make
             you
             here
             abide
             .
          
           
             Such
             are
             you
             ,
             and
             our
             thoughts
             so
             well
             agree
             ,
          
           
             That
             you
             Nausicaa
             should
             have
             for
             Bride
             ,
          
           
             ●f
             you
             would
             with
             me
             live
             here
             willingly
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             you
             House
             and
             Wealth
             I
             would
             provide
             .
          
           
             ●ut
             'gainst
             your
             will
             I
             will
             not
             make
             you
             stay
             .
          
           
             (
             From
             such
             iniquity
             the
             Gods
             me
             keep
             )
          
           
             To
             morrow
             shall
             be
             ready
             your
             Convey
             ,
          
           
             And
             till
             then
             go
             you
             to
             your
             bed
             and
             sleep
             .
          
           
             And
             here
             be
             men
             ,
             that
             when
             the
             Wind
             shall
             fail
             ,
          
           
             Can
             row
             you
             on
             how
             far
             soe'r
             you
             'll
             go
             .
          
           
             Their
             hands
             can
             do
             as
             much
             as
             any
             Sail
             ,
          
           
             Although
             beyond
             Euboea
             they
             must
             row
             .
          
           
             For
             farther
             no
             Phaeacian
             ever
             went.
          
           
             But
             thither
             once
             they
             carri'd
             Rhadamant
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Tityus
             to
             see
             the
             punishment
             ,
          
           
             Son
             of
             the
             Earth
             that
             terrible
             Giant
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             that
             long
             Voyage
             cost
             them
             but
             a
             day
          
           
             Going
             and
             coming
             all
             the
             way
             at
             ease
             .
          
           
             But
             you
             your self
             ,
             when
             you
             are
             on
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             Will
             see
             how
             stoutly
             our
             men
             plough
             the
             Seas
             ;
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             joyful
             was
             ,
             and
             prai'd
             ,
          
           
             Make
             all
             this
             good
             O
             Father
             Jove
             (
             said
             he
             )
          
           
             The
             Glory
             of
             the
             King
             will
             be
             displai'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             quickly
             in
             my
             Country
             I
             shall
             be
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             they
             together
             thus
             discoursing
             stai'd
          
           
             Arete
             bad
             the
             Maids
             to
             make
             his
             bed
             ,
          
           
             And
             see
             fair
             purple
             Rugs
             upon
             it
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             under
             them
             soft
             woolly
             Blankets
             spred
             .
          
           
             Then
             went
             away
             the
             Maids
             into
             the
             Porch
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             his
             Bed
             ,
             and
             soon
             came
             back
             agen
             ,
          
           
             And
             stood
             before
             Ulysses
             with
             a
             Torch
             .
          
           
             Come
             Stranger
             ,
             said
             they
             ,
             all
             is
             ready
             .
             Then
          
           
             Ulysses
             to
             his
             Bed
             went
             willingly
             .
          
           
             Alcinous
             in
             a
             room
             lay
             far
             within
             ,
          
           
             Where
             formerly
             he
             used
             was
             to
             lie
             ,
          
           
             That
             was
             prepared
             for
             him
             by
             the
             Queen
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           LIB
           .
           VIII
           .
        
         
           
             SOon
             as
             Aurora
             was
             again
             espi'd
             ,
          
           
             The
             King
             Alcinous
             rose
             from
             his
             bed
             .
          
           
             Up
             rose
             Ulysses
             and
             came
             to
             his
             side
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Publike
             place
             the
             King
             him
             led
             ,
          
           
             To
             sit
             in
             Councel
             with
             his
             Princes
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             being
             there
             they
             lat
             together
             nigh
             .
          
           
             Pallas
             the
             while
             that
             did
             great
             favour
             bear
             ,
          
           
             T'
             Ulysses
             welfare
             always
             had
             an
             eye
             ,
          
           
             In
             likeness
             of
             Alcinous
             his
             Squire
          
           
             (
             Who
             by
             his
             Office
             did
             the
             Councel
             call
             )
          
           
             Their
             favour
             for
             Ulysses
             to
             acquire
             ,
          
           
             Went
             through
             the
             Streets
             ,
             and
             there
             unto
             them
             all
          
           
             Said
             one
             by
             one
             ,
             Make
             haste
             .
             To
             Councel
             go
             ,
          
           
             A
             Stranger
             new
             come
             to
             the
             King
             you
             'll
             see
          
           
             That
             like
             a
             God
             Immortal
             is
             in
             show
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             unto
             the
             Councel-House
             they
             flee
             .
          
           
             And
             filled
             was
             the
             House
             ,
             and
             ev'ry
             Sear
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             person
             all
             admir'd
             the
             Grace
             .
          
           
             For
             Pallas
             made
             him
             had
             more
             tall
             and
             great
             ,
          
           
             And
             laid
             more
             Majesty
             upon
             his
             face
             .
          
           
             To
             make
             him
             welcome
             to
             those
             men
             she
             meant
             ,
          
           
             And
             gain
             him
             honour
             at
             their
             Exercises
          
           
             When
             they
             should
             put
             him
             to
             experiment
             .
          
           
             Alcinous
             unto
             them
             then
             arises
             .
          
           
             Hear
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             Princes
             of
             Pheacia
             ,
          
           
             This
             Man
             (
             who
             't
             is
             ,
             or
             whence
             ,
             I
             cannot
             say
             ,
          
           
             Cast
             here
             ashore
             )
             till
             then
             I
             never
             saw
             .
          
           
             Since
             't
             is
             our
             Custome
             ,
             grant
             him
             a
             Convoy
             .
          
           
             For
             no
             man
             yet
             unto
             my
             house
             did
             come
          
           
             By
             force
             of
             weather
             wandring
             on
             the
             Main
             ,
          
           
           
             Lamenting
             and
             desiring
             to
             go
             home
             ,
          
           
             That
             can
             affirm
             he
             sought
             our
             help
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             Come
             then
             ,
             let
             's
             launch
             a
             good
             new
             Ship
             ,
             and
             chuse
          
           
             Out
             two
             and
             fifty
             lusty
             Youths
             to
             row
             .
          
           
             And
             let
             them
             ready
             have
             their
             Oars
             to
             use
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             my
             House
             ,
             when
             that
             's
             done
             ,
             let
             them
             go
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             the
             Princes
             thither
             come
             with
             me
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             may
             well
             the
             stranger
             entertain
             .
          
           
             And
             let
             the
             Singer
             too
             sent
             thither
             be
             ,
          
           
             To
             give
             us
             sometimes
             of
             his
             Art
             a
             Strain
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Princes
             to
             his
             house
             he
             led
             .
          
           
             The
             Squire
             unto
             the
             House
             the
             Singer
             sent
             .
          
           
             The
             fifty
             two
             as
             they
             were
             ordered
          
           
             Down
             to
             the
             Haven
             where
             the
             Ship
             lay
             went.
          
           
             The
             Ship
             they
             launch
             ,
             and
             up
             they
             set
             the
             Mast
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             the
             Yards
             and
             Sails
             they
             hoised
             high
             ;
          
           
             Their
             Oars
             ,
             where
             they
             be
             placed
             should
             ,
             they
             plac't
             .
          
           
             This
             done
             they
             let
             her
             in
             the
             water
             lie
             .
          
           
             Then
             also
             to
             the
             House
             went
             these
             men
             up
             .
          
           
             The
             Porches
             ,
             Court
             ,
             and
             Rooms
             with
             men
             were
             fill'd
          
           
             Some
             old
             some
             young
             .
             The
             King
             to
             make
             them
             sup
             ,
          
           
             Two
             Kine
             ,
             eight
             Swine
             ,
             &
             twice
             six
             fat
             Sheep
             kill'd
             ,
          
           
             These
             flay'd
             and
             dress'd
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             Tables
             brought
             ,
          
           
             Came
             in
             the
             Singer
             ,
             whom
             the
             Muses
             kind
          
           
             Had
             taught
             to
             sing
             divinely
             .
             But
             ,
             could
             not
          
           
             Or
             would
             not
             him
             preserve
             from
             being
             blind
             .
          
           
             Pontonous
             the
             Squire
             then
             led
             him
             in
             ,
          
           
             And
             set
             him
             by
             a
             Pillar
             in
             the
             Hall
             ,
          
           
             And
             hung
             his
             Fiddle
             o'r
             him
             on
             a
             Pin
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             to
             reach
             it
             shewed
             him
             withal
             .
          
           
             Sets
             him
             a
             Table
             and
             a
             Basket
             by
             ,
          
           
             And
             a
             great
             Bowl
             of
             Wine
             before
             him
             plac't
          
           
             To
             drink
             as
             often
             as
             he
             should
             be
             dry
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             their
             thirst
             and
             hunger
             was
             displac't
          
           
             The
             Singer
             sung
             the
             Song
             in
             most
             request
             ,
          
           
             How
             once
             Ulysses
             and
             Achilles
             great
          
           
             In
             high
             and
             bitter
             Language
             did
             contest
          
           
             When
             at
             a
             Sacred
             Feast
             they
             sat
             at
             Meat
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             King
             Agamemnon
             pleased
             was
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             the
             two
             best
             of
             the
             Greeks
             fall
             out
             .
          
           
           
             For
             Phoebus
             told
             him
             so
             't
             would
             come
             to
             pass
          
           
             When
             he
             at
             Pythos
             asked
             him
             about
          
           
             The
             Issue
             of
             the
             Fleet
             design'd
             for
             Troy.
          
           
             This
             Song
             Demodocus
             sung
             to
             them
             then
             ;
          
           
             Which
             to
             Ulysses
             was
             of
             little
             joy
             ;
          
           
             But
             he
             his
             tears
             to
             hide
             before
             those
             men
          
           
             Before
             his
             eyes
             his
             Cloak
             of
             Purple
             drew
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             Singer
             ceas'd
             ,
             his
             eyes
             he
             dri'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             before
             his
             face
             his
             Cloak
             withdrew
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             Wine
             perform'd
             the
             Sacrifice
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             Lords
             call'd
             for
             the
             Song
             anew
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             they
             to
             hear
             him
             took
             no
             small
             delight
             )
          
           
             His
             Cloak
             again
             before
             his
             eyes
             he
             drew
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             before
             again
             he
             sob'd
             and
             sigh'd
             .
          
           
             Alcinous
             ,
             none
             else
             ,
             observed
             it
             ,
          
           
             And
             well
             enough
             could
             hear
             him
             sigh
             and
             groan
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             the
             nearest
             there
             did
             to
             him
             sit
             ,
          
           
             And
             would
             not
             to
             the
             Princes
             makeit
             known
             .
          
           
             But
             speaking
             to
             them
             all
             said
             only
             this
             ,
          
           
             Since
             you
             with
             feasting
             are
             well
             satisfi'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             Musick
             (
             which
             to
             Feasts
             annexed
             is
             )
          
           
             Let
             now
             our
             mens
             activity
             be
             tri'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             when
             the
             Stranger
             is
             where
             he
             doth
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             He
             to
             his
             Friends
             and
             Countrymen
             may
             tell
          
           
             How
             much
             we
             do
             all
             other
             men
             excel
          
           
             At
             Wrestling
             ,
             Buffets
             ,
             Leaping
             ,
             Running
             well
             .
          
           
             Then
             went
             the
             King
             and
             Princes
             out
             a
             door
             ;
          
           
             The
             Squire
             then
             took
             the
             Singer
             by
             the
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             hung
             the
             Fiddle
             where
             it
             hung
             before
             ,
          
           
             And
             him
             led
             out
             amongst
             the
             rest
             to
             stand
             .
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Place
             they
             went
             ;
             and
             follow'd
             were
          
           
             By
             people
             numberless
             the
             sport
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             And
             many
             lusty
             Youths
             amongst
             them
             there
             ,
          
           
             Stood
             out
             to
             shew
             their
             great
             ability
             .
          
           
             Out
             stood
             Elatreus
             ,
             and
             Acroneus
             ,
          
           
             
               Eretmeus
               ,
               Thoon
               ,
               Nautes
            
             ,
             and
             Prymneus
             ,
          
           
             Ambasineus
             and
             Amphialus
             ,
          
           
             Proteus
             ,
             and
             Ponteus
             ,
             and
             Anchialus
             .
          
           
             Ocyalus
             ,
             warlike
             Euryalus
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             that
             of
             them
             most
             their
             eye
             did
             please
          
           
           
             (
             Except
             the
             first
             Son
             of
             Alcinous
             )
          
           
             For
             Countenance
             and
             Shape
             Nauholides
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             Alcinous
             his
             three
             Sons
             rise
             ,
          
           
             
               Laodamas
               ,
               Halius
               ,
               Clytoneus
            
             .
          
           
             And
             first
             they
             all
             contended
             for
             the
             Prize
          
           
             Of
             who
             at
             Running
             could
             his
             Feet
             best
             use
             .
          
           
             Then
             start
             they
             all
             at
             once
             ,
             and
             swiftly
             run
          
           
             As
             if
             they
             flew
             .
             And
             here
             the
             Victory
          
           
             The
             Kings
             Son
             Noble
             Clytoneus
             won
             ,
          
           
             And
             past
             them
             all
             a
             lands
             length
             very
             nigh
             .
          
           
             Euryalus
             at
             Wrestling
             was
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             Amphialus
             at
             Leaping
             Victor
             was
             .
          
           
             Elatreus
             surpassed
             all
             the
             rest
          
           
             To
             throw
             the
             Stone
             .
             At
             Cuffs
             Laodamas
             .
          
           
             When
             all
             was
             done
             Laodamas
             up
             stood
             .
          
           
             Come
             friends
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             let
             us
             the
             Stranger
             try
          
           
             If
             he
             at
             any
             of
             these
             Games
             be
             good
             ;
          
           
             For
             in
             his
             person
             no
             defect
             I●…py
             .
          
           
             His
             Thighs
             ,
             his
             Knees
             ,
             his
             Arms
             ,
             his
             Neck
             are
             strong●…
          
           
             Nor
             over-aged
             yet
             he
             seems
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             Only
             he
             hath
             indur'd
             the
             Sea
             so
             long
             ,
          
           
             As
             for
             that
             cause
             he
             may
             excused
             be
             .
          
           
             For
             than
             the
             Sea
             nothing
             more
             potent
             is
          
           
             To
             break
             a
             man
             how
             strong
             soe'r
             he
             be
             .
          
           
             Go
             ,
             said
             Euryalus
             ,
             't
             is
             not
             amiss
          
           
             T'
             invite
             him
             to
             it
             ,
             and
             his
             mind
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             Ulysses
             said
             Laodamas
             ,
          
           
             Come
             Stranger
             ,
             Father
             .
             Pray
             ,
             your
             vertue
             sho●…
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             no
             dishonour
             for
             you
             in
             this
             place
          
           
             To
             shew
             your
             skill
             at
             any
             Game
             you
             know
             ,
          
           
             As
             long
             as
             Feet
             and
             Hands
             continue
             strong
          
           
             Come
             try
             ,
             and
             cast
             your
             careful
             thoughts
             away
             .
          
           
             Your
             Convoy
             ready
             is
             .
             'T
             will
             not
             be
             long
          
           
             Before
             you
             shall
             be
             set
             upon
             your
             way
             .
          
           
             Laodamas
             (
             then
             said
             Ulysses
             )
             why
          
           
             To
             these
             your
             Games
             invite
             you
             me
             in
             scorn
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             whose
             heart
             so
             many
             sorrows
             lie
             ,
          
           
             And
             am
             to
             nothing
             with
             much
             haraship
             worn
             ,
          
           
             And
             publikely
             a
             uppliant
             now
             sit
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             King
             and
             People
             grief
             profess
             ?
          
           
           
             Think
             you
             that
             Pastimes
             for
             such
             men
             are
             fit
             ,
          
           
             As
             from
             their
             Country
             wander
             in
             distress
             ?
          
           
             Then
             spake
             Euryalus
             ,
             uncivilly
             .
          
           
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             I
             do
             not
             think
             you
             are
          
           
             Much
             us'd
             to
             Pastimes
             of
             Activity
             ,
          
           
             But
             rather
             one
             that
             of
             a
             Ship
             takes
             care
          
           
             That
             Merchant-men
             from
             place
             to
             place
             convays
             ,
          
           
             And
             mindful
             of
             your
             fraught
             are
             ,
             and
             can
             tell
          
           
             Which
             are
             to
             sudden
             wealth
             the
             nearest
             ways
             ,
          
           
             What
             Merchandize
             will
             not
             ,
             and
             what
             will
             sell
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             such
             boisterous
             Games
             has
             little
             skill
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             frowning
             on
             him
             then
             repli'd
             ,
          
           
             My
             friend
             ,
             such
             words
             are
             indiscreet
             and
             ill
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             their
             Gifts
             as
             they
             think
             fit
             divide
             .
          
           
             To
             one
             ,
             of
             Beauty
             they
             deny
             the
             grace
             ,
          
           
             But
             give
             him
             Language
             steddy
             and
             discreet
             ,
          
           
             Whereby
             he
             honour'd
             is
             i'
             th'
             Publike
             Place
             ,
          
           
             And
             men
             gaze
             on
             him
             going
             in
             the
             street
             .
          
           
             I
             another
             they
             have
             giv'n
             a
             fair
             aspect
             ,
          
           
             Like
             that
             o'
             th'
             Gods
             ,
             but
             have
             deni'd
             him
             wit.
          
           
             So
             find
             I
             in
             your
             person
             no
             defect
             ;
          
           
             Only
             you
             want
             the
             Grace
             to
             say
             what
             's
             fit
             .
          
           
             Your
             words
             have
             put
             me
             into
             passion
             .
          
           
             In
             these
             your
             Games
             you
             say
             no
             skill
             have
             I.
          
           
             I
             thought
             my self
             inferiour
             to
             none
          
           
             Whilst
             on
             my
             youth
             and
             hands
             I
             could
             rely
             .
          
           
             But
             tamed
             now
             my
             strength
             is
             with
             much
             woe
          
           
             Wandring
             at
             Sea
             and
             often
             hurt
             in
             fight
             .
          
           
             Yet
             of
             your
             Games
             I
             'll
             make
             a
             trial
             so
             ,
          
           
             Weak
             as
             I
             am
             .
             So
             much
             your
             words
             me
             bite
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             took
             up
             a
             much
             greater
             stone
          
           
             Than
             that
             which
             the
             Phaeacians
             had
             flung
          
           
             Nor
             hollow
             as
             a
             Coyt
             ,
             his
             Cloak
             still
             on
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             above
             his
             head
             he
             had
             it
             swung
             ,
          
           
             Swiftly
             away
             the
             Stone
             flew
             with
             a
             hum
             ,
          
           
             Which
             made
             the
             brave
             -
             Phaeacian
             Seamen
             couch
             ,
          
           
             As
             o'r
             their
             heads
             they
             heard
             it
             singing
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             out
             went
             all
             the
             other
             marks
             by
             much
             .
          
           
             For
             Pallas
             in
             the
             likeness
             of
             a
             man
          
           
             Did
             set
             a
             mark
             at
             where
             the
             stone
             did
             light
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             said
             the
             diff'rence
             be
             discerned
             can
          
           
             By
             feeling
             ,
             though
             a
             man
             had
             lost
             his
             sight
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             Ulysses
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             Do
             not
             fear
          
           
             That
             any
             man
             i'th'Town
             shall
             out-throw
             this
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             very
             glad
             was
             this
             to
             hear
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             amongst
             them
             stood
             one
             friend
             of
             his
             .
          
           
             Then
             of
             himself
             ,
             began
             to
             speak
             more
             high
             .
          
           
             Come
             Youths
             throw
             first
             as
             far
             as
             I
             have
             done
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             as
             far
             or
             further
             throw
             will
             I.
          
           
             And
             for
             the
             other
             Games
             come
             any
             one
          
           
             Since
             your
             sharp
             words
             provok't
             me
             have
             thereto
             ,
          
           
             Buffets
             ,
             or
             Wrestling
             ,
             or
             to
             run
             the
             race
             ,
          
           
             And
             see
             if
             you
             at
             these
             can
             me
             out-do
             ,
          
           
             Any
             of
             you
             except
             Laodamas
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             to
             him
             am
             come
             as
             to
             a
             friend
          
           
             Of
             whom
             I
             hope
             for
             succour
             in
             my
             need
             .
          
           
             He
             were
             a
             fool
             that
             with
             him
             would
             contend
          
           
             Without
             whose
             help
             his
             business
             cannot
             speed
             .
          
           
             But
             of
             the
             rest
             not
             any
             I
             refuse
             ;
          
           
             And
             will
             contend
             with
             them
             for
             Mastery
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             know
             all
             the
             Games
             the
             best
             men
             use
             .
          
           
             To
             use
             the
             Bowe
             none
             abler
             is
             than
             I.
          
           
             When
             many
             of
             us
             had
             a
             mind
             to
             kill
          
           
             Some
             noted
             Foe
             ,
             and
             all
             at
             once
             did
             shoot
             ,
          
           
             Though
             every
             one
             of
             us
             had
             the
             same
             will
             ,
          
           
             My
             Arrow
             was
             the
             first
             that
             found
             him
             out
             .
          
           
             At
             Ilium
             in
             trials
             of
             the
             Bowe
          
           
             None
             found
             I
             better
             than
             my self
             but
             one
             .
          
           
             'T
             was
             Polyctetes
             .
             Of
             those
             that
             are
             now
          
           
             I
             think
             my self
             inferiour
             to
             none
             .
          
           
             With
             those
             of
             former
             tim
             I
             'll
             not
             compare
             ,
          
           
             As
             Hercules
             ,
             or
             Eurytus
             that
             durst
          
           
             Challenge
             
               Apollo
               .
               Apollo
            
             took
             a
             care
          
           
             That
             Prize
             should
             not
             be
             plai'd
             ,
             &
             kill'd
             him
             first
             ,
          
           
             As
             far
             as
             other
             men
             can
             shoot
             an
             Arrow
             ,
          
           
             So
             far
             I
             able
             am
             to
             dart
             a
             Spear
             .
          
           
             But
             lodging
             I
             have
             had
             at
             Sea
             so
             narrow
          
           
             That
             I
             may
             be
             out-run
             by
             some
             man
             here
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             Ulysses
             ;
             and
             all
             silent
             sat
          
           
             Except
             the
             King
             ,
             who
             thus
             unto
             him
             said
             ,
          
           
           
             Stranger
             ,
             there
             's
             no
             man
             here
             offended
             at
          
           
             The
             words
             you
             say
             .
             For
             open
             you
             have
             laid
          
           
             Your
             Vertue
             ,
             when
             you
             were
             thereto
             constrain'd
          
           
             By
             the
             unjust
             reproaches
             of
             this
             man.
          
           
             For
             such
             it
             is
             as
             by
             none
             can
             be
             stain'd
             ,
          
           
             But
             those
             that
             nothing
             say
             discreetly
             can
             .
          
           
             And
             hear
             me
             farther
             what
             I
             have
             to
             say
             ,
          
           
             That
             t'other
             Hero's
             you
             the
             same
             may
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Who
             with
             you
             and
             your
             Wife
             shall
             feasting
             stay
             ,
          
           
             In
             what
             from
             other
             men
             we
             bear
             the
             bell
             .
          
           
             For
             Cuffs
             and
             Wrestling
             ,
             not
             much
             praise
             we
             merit
             ,
          
           
             But
             our
             good
             Ships
             and
             Feet
             are
             wondrous
             swift
             .
          
           
             And
             these
             Gifts
             from
             our
             Fathers
             we
             inherit
             ,
          
           
             Dance
             ,
             Song
             ,
             Feasts
             ,
             Fiddle
             ,
             and
             of
             Garments
             shift
             ,
          
           
             And
             Baths
             ,
             and
             Beds
             .
             Dance
             you
             that
             dance
             the
             best
          
           
             Before
             the
             Stranger
             ,
             that
             his
             friends
             among
          
           
             He
             may
             say
             how
             much
             we
             exceed
             the
             rest
          
           
             Of
             men
             ,
             in
             Ships
             ,
             in
             Running
             ,
             Dance
             ,
             and
             Song
             .
          
           
             Fetch
             out
             the
             Fiddle
             .
             Then
             the
             Squire
             went
             in
          
           
             To
             fetch
             the
             Fiddle
             .
             And
             the
             Judges
             rise
          
           
             In
             number
             nine
             ,
             who
             had
             elected
             been
          
           
             By
             publike
             vote
             ,
             of
             Games
             to
             hold
             Assize
             .
          
           
             And
             order
             took
             for
             large
             room
             in
             the
             middle
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             it
             to
             be
             plained
             well
             and
             even
             .
          
           
             When
             this
             was
             done
             ,
             then
             brought
             out
             was
             the
             Fiddle
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             Squire
             was
             to
             the
             Singer
             given
             .
          
           
             Then
             came
             the
             Youngmen
             that
             had
             learn't
             to
             dance
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             their
             age
             were
             yet
             but
             in
             the
             flowr
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             middest
             of
             the
             place
             advance
             .
          
           
             Their
             feet
             play
             up
             and
             down
             like
             drops
             in
             show'r
             ,
          
           
             Such
             sparkling
             feet
             Ulysses
             ne'r
             had
             seen
             .
          
           
             The
             Singer
             as
             he
             played
             sung
             the
             Song
          
           
             Of
             Mars
             and
             Venus
             ,
             and
             what
             love
             had
             been
          
           
             Held
             secretly
             between
             them
             all
             along
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             in
             
             Vulcan's
             house
             they
             us'd
             to
             meet
             ;
          
           
             And
             what
             he
             gave
             her
             ;
             how
             the
             prying
             Sun
          
           
             As
             they
             imbrac'd
             each
             other
             chanc'd
             to
             see
             't
             ,
          
           
             And
             told
             her
             Husband
             Vulcan
             what
             was
             done
             .
          
           
             How
             Vulcan
             to
             his
             Forge
             in
             anger
             went
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             his
             Anvil
             hammer'd
             out
             strong
             Chains
             ,
          
           
           
             Which
             neither
             could
             be
             broken
             ,
             nor
             relent
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             made
             an
             end
             had
             of
             his
             pains
             ,
          
           
             Into
             the
             Chamber
             went
             where
             stood
             his
             bed
             .
          
           
             His
             Net
             o'
             th'
             Bed-posts
             ,
             and
             the
             Beams
             he
             threw
          
           
             Like
             Spider-webs
             about
             a
             Chamber
             spread
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             to
             go
             to
             Lemnos
             made
             a
             shew
             .
          
           
             So
             subtile
             were
             the
             Chains
             and
             finely
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             They
             could
             by
             none
             ,
             although
             a
             God
             ,
             be
             seen
             .
          
           
             How
             Mars
             to
             watch
             his
             going
             failed
             not
             .
          
           
             When
             Vulcan
             was
             gone
             out
             ,
             then
             Mans
             went
             in
             .
          
           
             How
             Venus
             enter'd
             in
             ,
             new
             come
             from
             Jove
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             him
             sat
             .
             Mars
             took
             her
             by
             the
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             her
             said
             ,
             Let
             's
             go
             to
             bed
             ,
             my
             Love.
          
           
             Vulcan
             is
             now
             at
             Lemnos
             gone
             a
             land
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             they
             went
             to
             bed
             and
             made
             the
             Net
          
           
             Fall
             down
             upon
             ,
             and
             hold
             them
             as
             they
             lay
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             they
             knew
             no
             way
             from
             thence
             to
             get
             ,
          
           
             But
             must
             till
             Vulcan
             came
             to
             free
             them
             stay
             .
          
           
             How
             Vulcan
             from
             hard
             by
             came
             quickly
             in
             .
          
           
             For
             back
             he
             came
             before
             he
             was
             half
             way
             .
          
           
             For
             by
             the
             Sun
             advertis'd
             he
             had
             been
             ,
          
           
             And
             angerly
             turn'd
             back
             without
             delay
             ;
          
           
             And
             roaring
             ,
             to
             the
             Gods
             ,
             he
             said
             ,
             D'
             ye
             see
          
           
             What
             work
             is
             here
             ,
             and
             how
             unseemly
             '
             t
             is
             ?
          
           
             And
             how
             
             Jove's
             Daughter
             does
             dishonour
             me
          
           
             Because
             my
             Limbs
             are
             maim'd
             ,
             and
             whole
             are
             his
             ?
          
           
             I
             grant
             he
             's
             fair
             ,
             nor
             doth
             as
             I
             do
             halt
             .
          
           
             Ought
             she
             to
             love
             him
             therefore
             more
             than
             me
             ?
          
           
             For
             that
             my
             Parents
             is
             ,
             and
             not
             my
             fault
             .
          
           
             But
             come
             ye
             Gods
             all
             ,
             and
             their
             Posture
             see
             .
          
           
             I
             hate
             the
             sight
             ,
             yet
             they
             must
             not
             therefore
          
           
             Hope
             e'r
             the
             sooner
             for
             that
             ,
             to
             be
             free
             .
          
           
             The
             Net
             will
             suffer
             them
             to
             move
             no
             more
             ,
          
           
             How
             keen
             soever
             on
             their
             love
             they
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             till
             her
             Father
             shall
             the
             Dow'r
             repay
          
           
             Which
             for
             the
             Girl
             although
             incontinent
             ,
          
           
             I
             paid
             him
             down
             ,
             'cause
             fair
             ,
             she
             was
             and
             gay
             ,
          
           
             There
             they
             shall
             lie
             .
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Gods
             streight
             went
          
           
             To
             
             Vulcan's
             house
             .
             Neptune
             and
             Mercury
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             them
             with
             his
             Silver
             Bow
             ,
             Apollo
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             many
             others
             .
             But
             (
             for
             modesty
             )
          
           
             No
             Goddess
             could
             perswaded
             be
             to
             follow
             .
          
           
             Assoon
             as
             they
             perceived
             had
             the
             craft
             ,
          
           
             Which
             standing
             in
             the
             door
             they
             had
             survey'd
             ,
          
           
             At
             first
             aloud
             they
             altogether
             laught
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             and
             by
             to
             one
             another
             said
             ,
          
           
             I
             see
             that
             evil
             works
             do
             ill
             succeed
             .
          
           
             The
             slow
             has
             gotten
             of
             the
             swift
             the
             better
             .
          
           
             Vulcan
             of
             Mars
             the
             God
             of
             greatest
             speed
             .
          
           
             And
             that
             by
             Arts
             which
             make
             his
             Ransome
             greater
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             Apollo
             did
             the
             Question
             put
          
           
             To
             Mercury
             ,
             if
             he
             content
             would
             be
          
           
             In
             such
             strong
             chains
             with
             Venus
             to
             be
             shut
             ,
          
           
             While
             all
             the
             Gods
             are
             standing
             by
             and
             see
             .
          
           
             How
             Hermes
             said
             ,
             O
             Phoebus
             ,
             that
             I
             were
          
           
             In
             Mars
             his
             place
             ,
             and
             did
             with
             Venus
             lie
             ,
          
           
             And
             thrice
             as
             many
             Chains
             about
             us
             there
             ,
          
           
             Though
             all
             the
             Gods
             and
             Goddesses
             stood
             by
          
           
             And
             how
             the
             Gods
             at
             this
             laught
             out
             again
             ,
          
           
             Save
             Neptune
             only
             ,
             who
             did
             never
             cease
          
           
             T'
             importune
             Vulcan
             and
             his
             wrath
             restrain
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             he
             would
             the
             God
             of
             War
             release
             ;
          
           
             And
             that
             himself
             would
             pay
             him
             what
             was
             due
          
           
             If
             Mars
             did
             nor
             .
             How
             Vulcan
             said
             agen
             ,
          
           
             If
             Mars
             should
             fly
             ,
             shall
             I
             imprison
             you
             ?
          
           
             Unsure
             the
             Suretiship
             is
             of
             fled
             men
             .
          
           
             And
             that
             again
             Neptune
             replying
             said
             ,
          
           
             Though
             Mars
             should
             run
             away
             ,
             yet
             I
             will
             not
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             that
             Vulcan
             at
             the
             last
             obey'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             Mars
             and
             Venus
             out
             of
             prison
             got
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             to
             Thrace
             went
             ,
             but
             to
             Cyprus
             she
             ;
          
           
             Where
             she
             a
             Temple
             and
             an
             Altar
             had
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             Graces
             that
             her
             Servants
             be
          
           
             Bath'd
             and
             Anointed
             was
             and
             Godlike
             clad
             .
          
           
             These
             of
             the
             merry-Song
             were
             the
             Contents
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             was
             well
             pleased
             with
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             rest
             delighted
             was
             the
             Sense
             .
          
           
             Alcinous
             then
             called
             out
             by
             name
          
           
             Laodamas
             and
             Halius
             to
             dance
             .
          
           
             None
             else
             for
             either
             of
             them
             was
             a
             match
             .
          
           
           
             And
             they
             into
             the
             midst
             themselves
             advance
          
           
             The
             one
             to
             throw
             a
             Ball
             ,
             th'
             other
             to
             catch
             .
          
           
             One
             threw
             't
             up
             high
             reclining
             on
             his
             hip
             ;
          
           
             The
             other
             of
             the
             same
             the
             downfal
             watch't
             ,
          
           
             And
             taking
             from
             the
             ground
             a
             lusty
             skip
             ,
          
           
             His
             feet
             above
             ground
             ,
             in
             the
             a●r
             it
             catch't
             .
          
           
             When
             this
             was
             done
             ,
             they
             laid
             aside
             the
             Ball
             ,
          
           
             And
             danc
             d
             with
             often
             changes
             on
             the
             ground
             ,
          
           
             Applauded
             much
             by
             the
             Spectators
             all
             ,
          
           
             Who
             with
             their
             praises
             made
             the
             place
             resound
             .
          
           
             O
             King
             (
             then
             said
             Ulysses
             )
             what
             you
             said
          
           
             Of
             how
             your
             men
             pass
             all
             the
             world
             beside
          
           
             In
             Noble
             Dance
             ,
             can
             never
             be
             gainsaid
             .
          
           
             I
             see
             it
             to
             my
             wonder
             justifi'd
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             well
             pleased
             to
             the
             Princes
             spake
             .
          
           
             A
             worthy
             man
             the
             stranger
             seems
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             Let
             's
             think
             ,
             upon
             what
             Present
             him
             to
             make
             .
          
           
             Twelve
             Princes
             in
             Phaeacia
             there
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             the
             thirteenth
             am
             .
             Let
             's
             ev'ry
             one
          
           
             Bestow
             on
             him
             a
             handsome
             Cloak
             and
             Coat
             ,
          
           
             Besides
             a
             Talent
             of
             pure
             Gold.
             That
             done
          
           
             Let
             it
             be
             all
             together
             to
             him
             brought
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             at
             Supper
             may
             sit
             chearfully
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             Euryalus
             go
             speak
             him
             fair
             .
          
           
             For
             what
             you
             said
             before
             was
             injury
             .
          
           
             Go
             therefore
             with
             some
             Gift
             your
             fault
             repair
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             to
             fetch
             the
             Gifts
             they
             sent
             the
             Squire
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Euryalus
             ,
             O
             King
             ,
             since
             't
             is
             ,
          
           
             That
             also
             I
             Present
             him
             ,
             your
             desire
             ;
          
           
             I
             will
             for
             reconcilement
             give
             him
             this
          
           
             My
             Sword
             ,
             with
             Scabberd
             all
             of
             Ivory
             ,
          
           
             And
             silver
             Hilt.
             The
             Present
             is
             not
             poor
             .
          
           
             And
             giving
             it
             ,
             O
             Father
             though
             '
             (
             said
             he
             )
          
           
             I
             said
             amiss
             ,
             pray
             think
             upon
             't
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             And
             may
             the
             Gods
             restore
             you
             to
             your
             Land
             ,
          
           
             Since
             absent
             from
             your
             Friends
             you
             live
             in
             pain
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             took
             the
             Sword
             into
             his
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             Euryalus
             thus
             said
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             you
             my
             Friend
             ,
             may
             you
             still
             happy
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             this
             Sword
             for
             ever
             need
             have
             none
             ,
          
           
           
             Which
             reconciling
             you
             have
             given
             me
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             he
             speaking
             was
             he
             put
             it
             on
             .
          
           
             The
             Sun
             now
             set
             ,
             the
             King
             no
             longer
             tarri'd
             ,
          
           
             But
             with
             the
             Lords
             went
             to
             his
             house
             to
             Sup.
          
           
             Along
             with
             them
             the
             Squires
             the
             Presents
             carri'd
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Queen
             Arete
             to
             lay
             up
             .
          
           
             Alcinous
             then
             said
             unto
             the
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             Let
             a
             fair
             Chest
             be
             streightway
             hither
             brought
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             the
             Stranger
             see
             there
             be
             laid
             in
          
           
             A
             comely
             and
             a
             well
             wash'd
             Cloak
             and
             Coat
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             warm
             water
             let
             a
             Bath
             stand
             by
             ,
          
           
             That
             washing
             he
             may
             see
             the
             Presents
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             sit
             at
             Supper
             the
             more
             joyfully
             ,
          
           
             And
             hearken
             to
             the
             Song
             with
             better
             chear
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             will
             give
             him
             this
             my
             Cup
             of
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             That
             offring
             up
             unto
             the
             Gods
             the
             Wine
             ,
          
           
             As
             often
             as
             he
             doth
             the
             Cup
             behold
             ,
          
           
             He
             may
             both
             for
             his
             own
             health
             pray
             and
             mine
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Maids
             commanded
             by
             the
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             Set
             up
             a
             Caldron
             with
             a
             triple
             foot
             ,
          
           
             Then
             make
             fire
             under
             ,
             and
             pour
             water
             in
             .
          
           
             Keen
             was
             the
             fire
             ,
             and
             soon
             the
             water
             hot
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             the
             Queen
             came
             in
             ,
             and
             with
             her
             brought
          
           
             A
             curious
             chest
             ,
             and
             into
             it
             laid
             in
          
           
             The
             Gold
             ,
             and
             with
             it
             every
             Cloak
             and
             Coat
             ,
          
           
             That
             by
             the
             Princes
             given
             him
             had
             been
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             unto
             Ulysses
             said
             ,
             Take
             care
          
           
             You
             bind
             it
             fast
             ,
             lest
             you
             be
             rob'd
             by
             one
          
           
             Or
             other
             ,
             whilst
             aboard
             you
             sleeping
             are
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             any
             thing
             should
             missing
             be
             and
             gone
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             she
             thus
             had
             him
             admonished
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             of
             the
             Chest
             pull'd
             down
             the
             lid
             ,
          
           
             And
             girt
             it
             with
             a
             Cord
             of
             various
             thred
             ,
          
           
             Thereby
             to
             know
             if
             any
             it
             undid
             .
          
           
             For
             that
             trick
             he
             by
             Circe
             taught
             had
             been
             .
          
           
             A
             Woman
             then
             unto
             Ulysses
             said
             ,
          
           
             There
             stands
             your
             Bath
             .
             Which
             way
             you
             please
             go
             in
             .
          
           
             Then
             went
             he
             in
             ,
             and
             not
             a
             little
             joy'd
             .
          
           
             For
             after
             he
             had
             left
             
             Calypso's
             house
          
           
             Warm
             and
             sweet
             water
             he
             had
             never
             seen
             ,
          
           
           
             But
             roll'd
             by
             Neptune
             always
             was
             in
             ●ouse
             ;
          
           
             But
             had
             with
             her
             carefully
             treated
             been
             .
          
           
             When
             him
             the
             Maids
             wash'd
             and
             anointed
             had
             ,
          
           
             Out
             from
             the
             Bath
             he
             came
             amongst
             the
             men
          
           
             With
             a
             clean
             Cloak
             and
             comely
             Garments
             clad
             .
          
           
             To
             th'
             Door
             the
             bright
             Nausicaa
             came
             then
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             Ulysses
             said
             ,
             Stranger
             farewel
             ,
          
           
             And
             may
             you
             safely
             at
             your
             Land
             arrive
             .
          
           
             Remember
             that
             into
             my
             hand
             you
             fell
             ,
          
           
             And
             owe
             to
             me
             that
             you
             were
             kept
             alive
             .
          
           
             O
             (
             said
             Ulysses
             )
             Daughter
             of
             the
             King
             ,
          
           
             To
             you
             the
             Ransom
             of
             my
             life
             is
             due
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             the
             Gods
             me
             to
             my
             Country
             bring
             ,
          
           
             As
             to
             a
             Goddess
             I
             will
             pray
             to
             you
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             went
             and
             sate
             down
             by
             the
             King.
          
           
             And
             now
             the
             Meat
             in
             Messes
             some
             divided
             ,
          
           
             Others
             the
             lusty
             wine
             were
             tempering
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             a
             Squire
             the
             Singer
             in
             was
             guided
             ;
          
           
             And
             at
             a
             Pillar
             in
             the
             midst
             made
             sit
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             half
             a
             Chine
             of
             Pork
             and
             sat
          
           
             Cuts
             off
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             Squires
             hands
             putteth
             it
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             unto
             him
             ,
             Give
             the
             Singer
             that
             .
          
           
             Singers
             through
             all
             the
             world
             have
             reputation
             ,
          
           
             And
             well
             respected
             be
             in
             ev'ry
             land
             .
          
           
             The
             Muses
             teach
             them
             Song
             ,
             and
             love
             the
             Nation
             .
          
           
             Then
             went
             the
             Squire
             and
             put
             it
             in
             his
             hand
             .
          
           
             Demodocus
             receiv'd
             it
             and
             was
             glad
             .
          
           
             Then
             fell
             they
             to
             the
             Meat
             before
             them
             laid
             .
          
           
             When
             Thirst
             and
             Hunger
             overcome
             they
             had
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Singer
             then
             Ulysses
             said
             ,
          
           
             Demodocus
             ,
             you
             all
             men
             else
             excel
             .
          
           
             The
             Muses
             sure
             did
             teach
             you
             ,
             or
             it
             was
          
           
             Phoebus
             himself
             .
             For
             you
             have
             sung
             so
             well
          
           
             The
             Acts
             that
             did
             'twixt
             Greeks
             and
             Trojans
             pass
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             related
             that
             they
             did
             at
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             Or
             suffer'd
             there
             ,
             or
             when
             they
             homeward
             came
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             your self
             beheld
             had
             their
             annoy
             ,
          
           
             Or
             had
             from
             some
             Spectator
             heard
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Stand
             forth
             ,
             and
             sing
             now
             of
             the
             Horse
             of
             Wood
          
           
             Made
             by
             Epeius
             ,
             but
             by
             Pallas
             help't
             ,
          
           
           
             Stufft
             by
             Ulysses
             full
             of
             Warriours
             good
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             
             Troy-Town
             destruction
             to
             it
             whelp't
             .
          
           
             If
             this
             you
             sing
             in
             order
             as
             't
             was
             done
          
           
             I
             'll
             make
             make
             the
             World
             with
             your
             just
             praises
             ring
             .
          
           
             Then
             at
             the
             Gods
             Demodocus
             begun
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             the
             Fleet
             went
             off
             the
             shore
             did
             sing
             ;
          
           
             And
             how
             they
             fir'd
             their
             Tents
             ;
             and
             how
             the
             Lords
          
           
             Of
             Greece
             ,
             i'th'Councel
             of
             the
             Trojans
             sate
          
           
             Inclos'd
             and
             hidden
             in
             the
             Horse
             of
             boards
             ,
          
           
             That
             by
             the
             Trojans
             was
             setch'd
             in
             in
             state
             .
          
           
             The
             Trojans
             sitting
             round
             about
             debate
             .
          
           
             And
             many
             a
             foolish
             speech
             they
             uttered
             .
          
           
             And
             on
             three
             points
             they
             there
             deliberate
             .
          
           
             And
             voted
             what
             the
             Gods
             determined
             .
          
           
             The
             three
             points
             which
             were
             most
             insisted
             on
          
           
             Were
             whether
             they
             should
             cut
             the
             Horse
             in
             twain
             ,
          
           
             Or
             throw
             it
             down
             the
             Rock
             it
             stood
             upon
             ,
          
           
             Or
             let
             it
             to
             appease
             the
             Gods
             ,
             remain
             .
          
           
             I'th'end
             they
             all
             resolved
             on
             the
             last
             .
          
           
             For
             by
             the
             Fates
             it
             was
             determined
          
           
             That
             Ilium
             should
             then
             be
             layed
             waste
             ,
          
           
             When
             o'r
             its
             Walls
             a
             great
             Horse
             entered
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             belly
             brought
             the
             enemy
             .
          
           
             And
             how
             the
             Argives
             from
             the
             Horse
             came
             out
             ,
          
           
             How
             divers
             ways
             they
             went
             and
             cruelly
          
           
             Killed
             and
             burned
             as
             they
             went
             about
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             then
             ,
             like
             Mars
             ,
             with
             M●…elaus
          
           
             Unto
             Deip●obus
             together
             hie
             .
          
           
             And
             for
             a
             while
             ,
             there
             sharp
             the
             Battle
             was
             ;
          
           
             But
             to
             Ulysses
             fell
             the
             Victory
             .
          
           
             This
             sung
             Demodocus
             .
             And
             then
             upon
          
           
             Ulysses
             cheeks
             the
             tears
             ran
             down
             apace
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             in
             fight
             a
             woman
             looketh
             on
             ,
          
           
             And
             sees
             her
             Husband
             fallen
             on
             the
             place
             ,
          
           
             That
             ●ought
             had
             for
             his
             Town
             and
             Children
             dear
             ;
          
           
             There
             sprawleth
             he
             ,
             she
             o'r
             him
             falls
             and
             cries
             ,
          
           
             But
             back
             and
             shoulders
             is
             well
             basted
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             carri'd
             captive
             by
             the
             Enemy
             .
          
           
             As
             wofully
             as
             then
             this
             woman
             wept
             ,
          
           
             So
             wofully
             Ulysses
             now
             sheds
             tears
             .
          
           
           
             But
             from
             the
             King
             it
             was
             not
             secret
             kept
             ,
          
           
             Who
             sitting
             next
             him
             all
             his
             groaning
             hears
             .
          
           
             And
             speaking
             to
             the
             Princes
             sitting
             by
             ,
          
           
             Let
             us
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             Demodocus
             release
             .
          
           
             His
             Song
             not
             pleaseth
             all
             the
             Company
             .
          
           
             It
             makes
             the
             Strangers
             sorrow
             to
             increase
             ,
          
           
             And
             brings
             some
             grief
             or
             other
             to
             his
             mind
             .
          
           
             Then
             let
             him
             hold
             ;
             that
             we
             and
             he
             together
          
           
             May
             in
             this
             meeting
             equal
             pleasure
             find
             .
          
           
             The
             cause
             we
             met
             here
             was
             his
             coming
             hither
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             might
             give
             him
             Gifts
             and
             send
             him
             hence
             .
          
           
             A
             Guest
             is
             as
             a
             Brother
             to
             be
             us'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             all
             men
             know
             that
             but
             pretend
             to
             sense
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             my
             Guest
             you
             cannot
             be
             excus'd
             ,
          
           
             If
             vou
             not
             answer
             truth
             to
             all
             I
             ask
             .
          
        
         
           
             Say
             what
             's
             the
             name
             your
             Parents
             call
             you
             by
             .
          
           
             You
             must
             no
             longer
             now
             keep
             on
             your
             Mask
             .
          
           
             Children
             new-born
             not
             long
             unnamed
             lie
             .
          
           
             Tell
             me
             your
             Land
             and
             City
             where
             it
             is
             ,
          
           
             That
             my
             good
             Ship
             may
             know
             where
             you
             would
             be
             ;
          
           
             For
             in
             Phaeacia
             no
             Steersman
             is
          
           
             Nor
             Rudder
             as
             in
             other
             Ships
             you
             see
             .
          
           
             Whither
             men
             bid
             them
             go
             they
             understand
             ,
          
           
             And
             pass
             in
             Clouds
             concealed
             o'r
             the
             Main
             ,
          
           
             And
             where
             the
             Havens
             be
             in
             every
             Land.
          
           
             No
             fear
             they
             have
             of
             perishing
             or
             pain
             .
          
           
             And
             yet
             my
             Father
             to
             me
             once
             did
             say
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             our
             Convoys
             Neptune
             was
             offended
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             one
             day
             our
             good
             Ship
             to
             destroy
          
           
             As
             it
             returned
             homewards
             he
             intended
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             men
             hide
             our
             City
             with
             a
             Hill.
          
           
             But
             whether
             that
             shall
             be
             performed
             now
             ,
          
           
             I
             cannot
             tell
             .
             It
             lies
             in
             Neptunes
             will
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             concerneth
             you
             at
             all
             to
             know
             .
          
           
             But
             tell
             me
             now
             what
             Lands
             you
             wandring
             saw
             ,
          
           
             What
             Nations
             ,
             and
             what
             Cities
             you
             came
             to
             ;
          
           
             What
             kind
             of
             people
             ,
             Civil
             ,
             or
             without
             Law
             ,
          
           
             Civil
             or
             kind
             to
             Strangers
             ,
             Godly
             or
             no
             ▪
          
           
             When
             you
             heard
             sung
             the
             woful
             Fate
             of
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             Why
             did
             you
             weep
             ?
             The
             Gods
             that
             built
             the
             Town
          
           
           
             Decreed
             thereat
             much
             people
             to
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             their
             Fate
             should
             be
             sung
             up
             and
             down
             .
          
           
             Lost
             you
             some
             Kinsmen
             there
             or
             near
             Ally
             ,
          
           
             Which
             might
             in
             time
             of
             danger
             you
             bestead
             ?
          
           
             Or
             some
             good
             friend
             ?
             A
             wise
             friend
             standing
             by
          
           
             Is
             worth
             a
             Kinsman
             in
             a
             time
             of
             need
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           IX
           .
        
         
           
             TO
             this
             Ulysses
             said
             ,
             Renowned
             King
          
           
             Alcinous
             ,
             methinks
             delightful
             't
             is
          
           
             To
             sit
             as
             we
             do
             here
             ,
             and
             hear
             one
             sing
             ,
          
           
             And
             specially
             so
             good
             a
             Voice
             as
             this
             .
          
           
             I
             ,
             for
             my
             part
             ,
             do
             never
             more
             rejoyce
             ,
          
           
             Than
             when
             I
             see
             men
             sitting
             at
             their
             meat
          
           
             Chearful
             ,
             and
             listening
             to
             a
             pleasant
             voice
             ,
          
           
             And
             see
             the
             Cups
             go
             osten
             ,
             and
             retreat
             .
          
           
             This
             is
             a
             thing
             that
             I
             love
             best
             ;
             but
             you
          
           
             Had
             rather
             hear
             the
             dangers
             I
             have
             past
             ,
          
           
             Which
             fright
             me
             yet
             ,
             and
             do
             my
             pain
             renew
             .
          
           
             But
             which
             shall
             I
             tell
             first
             ?
             which
             next
             ?
             which
             last
             ?
          
           
             For
             they
             be
             many
             .
             First
             my
             name
             I
             'll
             tell
             ,
          
           
             And
             place
             ,
             that
             whensoe'r
             you
             thither
             come
          
           
             You
             may
             there
             lodge
             ,
             although
             far
             off
             I
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             And
             am
             uncertain
             of
             my
             getting
             home
             .
          
           
             I
             am
             
               Ulysses
               Laertiades
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             far
             and
             wide
             I
             am
             reputed
             wise
          
           
             'Mongst
             men
             that
             love
             subtile
             conveyances
             ,
          
           
             And
             known
             I
             am
             by
             Fame
             up
             to
             the
             Skies
             .
          
           
             My
             place
             is
             Ithaca
             ,
             in
             which
             is
             store
          
           
             Of
             Wool.
             Mount
             Neriton
             is
             cloath'd
             with
             wood
             ;
          
           
             A
             goodly
             Hill
             ,
             and
             many
             Islands
             more
          
           
             〈◊〉
             close
             about
             it
             ,
             yielding
             store
             of
             food
             .
          
           
           
             
               Dulichium
               ,
               Same
            
             ,
             and
             the
             woody
             Zant
             ,
          
           
             On
             th'
             East
             of
             Ithaca
             are
             s●ituate
             .
          
           
             Another
             Island
             ,
             which
             is
             called
             Ant
             ,
          
           
             Lies
             Westward
             of
             it
             ,
             but
             is
             low
             and
             flat
             .
          
           
             Rocky
             is
             Ithaca
             ,
             and
             upeven
             ground
             ;
          
           
             But
             breedeth
             able
             men
             .
             Nor
             have
             I
             known
          
           
             The
             man
             that
             to
             his
             own
             minde
             ever
             sound
          
           
             A
             Country
             that
             was
             better
             than
             his
             own
             .
          
           
             From
             mine
             Calypso
             kept
             me
             in
             a
             Cave
          
           
             T'
             have
             been
             her
             Husband
             ;
             so
             did
             C●rce
             too
             :
          
           
             But
             neither
             of
             them
             my
             consent
             could
             have
             ,
          
           
             So
             much
             could
             love
             of
             my
             own
             Country
             do
             .
          
           
             For
             though
             far
             off
             I
             might
             have
             better
             Land
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             should
             I
             from
             my
             Kindred
             absent
             live
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             't
             is
             time
             to
             let
             you
             understand
          
           
             What
             passage
             to
             me
             Jove
             was
             pleas'd
             to
             give
             .
          
           
             From
             Tray
             to
             Ismarus
             we
             first
             were
             blown
          
           
             Within
             an
             Isle
             ,
             Cicons
             the
             Natives
             are
             ;
          
           
             And
             soon
             we
             plundered
             and
             burnt
             the
             Town
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             Plunder
             each
             man
             had
             his
             share
             .
          
           
             The
             Wives
             we
             prisoners
             made
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             Sword
          
           
             We
             put
             the
             men
             :
             And
             then
             without
             delay
          
           
             I
             did
             command
             them
             all
             to
             go
             aboard
             ;
          
           
             But
             they
             ,
             Fools
             as
             they
             were
             ,
             would
             not
             obey
          
           
             For
             they
             to
             kill
             ,
             eat
             ,
             drink
             ,
             themselves
             apply
             ,
          
           
             Beeves
             ,
             sheep
             &
             wine
             ,
             which
             they
             had
             on
             the
             beach
             .
          
           
             Cicons
             mean
             while
             to
             Cicons
             so
             loud
             cry
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             the
             Continent
             their
             voices
             reach
             .
          
           
             And
             presently
             came
             others
             ,
             numberless
          
           
             As
             leaves
             in
             Summer
             ;
             stout
             and
             men
             of
             skill
             ,
          
           
             To
             fight
             on
             Horsback
             with
             much
             readiness
             ,
          
           
             Or
             else
             on
             foot
             ,
             according
             as
             they
             will.
          
           
             Jove
             had
             decreed
             us
             mischief
             ,
             and
             the
             hour
          
           
             Was
             come
             :
             And
             just
             before
             our
             Ships
             we
             fought
             ;
          
           
             Spears
             were
             our
             Weapons
             ,
             which
             with
             all
             our
             Power
          
           
             We
             lanced
             on
             both
             sides
             with
             courage
             stout
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             the
             Sun
             mounted
             we
             resisted
             well
             ,
          
           
             But
             after
             Noon
             they
             pressed
             us
             so
             sore
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             the
             falling
             Sun
             ou●
             courage
             fell
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             in
             haste
             we
             thrust
             our
             Ships
             from
             shore
             .
          
           
           
             From
             out
             of
             every
             Ship
             six
             men
             we
             lost
             :
          
           
             And
             then
             with
             heavy
             hearts
             our
             Sails
             we
             ho●se
             ,
          
           
             And
             grieved
             for
             our
             Fellows
             left
             the
             Coast
             ;
          
           
             But
             first
             to
             ev'ry
             of
             them
             called
             thrice
          
           
             Whom
             slain
             by
             th'
             Enemy
             we
             left
             behinde
             .
          
           
             Then
             Jove
             with
             Clouds
             both
             Land
             and
             Water
             vails
             ,
          
           
             And
             night
             came
             on
             us
             with
             a
             furious
             winde
          
           
             From
             the
             North-part
             of
             Heav'n
             ,
             and
             tore
             our
             Sails
          
           
             In
             three's
             and
             four's
             ,
             and
             all
             our
             Ships
             were
             tost
          
           
             Hither
             and
             thither
             ,
             side-ways
             with
             the
             blasts
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             anothers
             way
             hindred
             and
             crost
             .
          
           
             Then
             took
             we
             in
             our
             Sails
             ,
             and
             down
             our
             Masts
             ,
          
           
             For
             fear
             of
             death
             ,
             and
             laid
             them
             on
             the
             Decks
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             our
             Oars
             rowed
             our
             Ships
             to
             Land
             ;
          
           
             Two
             nights
             and
             days
             we
             stai'd
             ,
             while
             grief
             did
             vex
          
           
             Each
             minde
             ,
             and
             labour
             tired
             had
             each
             hand
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             Morn
             had
             led
             forth
             the
             third
             day
             ,
          
           
             We
             then
             set
             sail
             ,
             and
             left
             their
             course
             to
             'th
             winde
             ,
          
           
             The
             which
             (
             we
             sitting
             still
             )
             did
             them
             convey
          
           
             According
             as
             the
             Steers-men
             had
             design'd
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             had
             safely
             come
             to
             Ithaca
             ,
          
           
             Had
             not
             the
             North-winde
             with
             the
             tide
             o'
             th'
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             When
             I
             was
             come
             to
             th'
             Cape
             of
             Malea
             ,
          
           
             Forc'd
             us
             without
             the
             Isle
             of
             Cytheré
             .
          
           
             The
             horrid
             Winds
             now
             found
             me
             on
             the
             Main
             ,
          
           
             And
             toss'd
             me
             into
             one
             anothers
             hand
             :
          
           
             Nine
             days
             together
             I
             endur'd
             this
             pain
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             the
             tenth
             they
             cast
             me
             on
             a
             Land
          
           
             Where
             dwell
             a
             People
             call'd
             Lotophagi
             ,
          
           
             That
             have
             and
             live
             upon
             a
             fruit
             full
             sweet
          
           
             ●th
             '
             Continent
             .
             We
             went
             ashore
             ;
             there
             I
          
           
             Made
             them
             take
             in
             fresh
             water
             for
             the
             Fleet.
          
           
             Then
             having
             quickly
             sup'd
             ,
             I
             chose
             out
             two
          
           
             Of
             my
             Companions
             to
             go
             and
             see
          
           
             What
             men
             they
             were
             ;
             with
             them
             I
             sent
             also
          
           
             A
             third
             ,
             who
             went
             as
             Messenger
             from
             me
             .
          
           
             They
             quickly
             went
             ;
             but
             mingled
             with
             those
             men
          
           
             Who
             meant
             no
             harm
             ,
             but
             gave
             them
             Lote
             to
             eat
             ,
          
           
             Which
             made
             them
             hate
             returning
             back
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             suddenly
             their
             Country
             to
             forget
             :
          
           
           
             And
             with
             the
             people
             there
             resolv'd
             to
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Forgetting
             home
             for
             love
             of
             Lote
             .
             But
             I
          
           
             Sent
             those
             that
             quickly
             fetched
             them
             away
          
           
             By
             force
             ,
             and
             under
             hatches
             did
             them
             tie
             .
          
           
             The
             rest
             I
             ●ad
             unto
             their
             Ships
             ●o
             haste
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             eating
             Lote
             they
             should
             return
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             Aboard
             they
             quickly
             come
             ,
             and
             each
             one
             plac't
          
           
             In
             order
             ,
             beats
             the
             grey
             Sea
             with
             his
             Oar.
          
           
             Then
             to
             the
             Land
             of
             Cyclopses
             we
             row
             ;
          
           
             Men
             proud
             and
             lawless
             ,
             that
             relie
             for
             food
          
           
             Upon
             the
             Sky
             ,
             and
             neither
             plant
             nor
             plow
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             have
             they
             Barley
             ,
             Wheat
             ,
             Wine
             very
             good
             ,
          
           
             Unplow'd
             ,
             unsown
             ,
             fetch'd
             up
             by
             show'rs
             of
             Rain
             .
          
           
             They
             have
             no
             Courts
             of
             Councel
             ,
             nor
             of
             Right
             .
          
           
             On
             huge
             high
             hills
             themselves
             they
             entertain
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             their
             rocky
             bellies
             pass
             the
             night
             .
          
           
             Each
             man
             gives
             Law
             to
             his
             own
             Wife
             and
             Brood
             .
          
           
             Nor
             do
             they
             much
             for
             one
             another
             care
             .
          
           
             Before
             the
             Port
             an
             Isle
             lies
             clad
             with
             wood
             ,
          
           
             Not
             very
             near
             ,
             nor
             from
             it
             very
             far
             .
          
           
             Wilde
             Goats
             in
             great
             abundance
             were
             therein
             :
          
           
             Because
             there
             dwell'd
             no
             men
             that
             might
             them
             kill
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             wretched
             Hunters
             ever
             enter
             in
             ,
          
           
             To
             tire
             themselves
             running
             from
             hill
             to
             hill
             .
          
           
             For
             the
             good
             Ship
             with
             the
             Vermilion
             Cheeks
          
           
             The
             Cyclopses
             have
             not
             ,
             nor
             Art
             to
             make
          
           
             All
             that
             is
             needful
             for
             a
             man
             that
             seeks
          
           
             Trade
             ,
             and
             to
             pass
             the
             Seas
             must
             undertake
             .
          
           
             The
             Island
             else
             they
             quickly
             might
             adorn
             .
          
           
             The
             Land
             is
             good
             ;
             to
             th'
             Sea
             sweet
             Meadows
             lie
             ,
          
           
             And
             plentifully
             would
             yield
             Wine
             and
             Corn
             ,
          
           
             If
             it
             were
             helped
             with
             good
             Husbandry
             .
          
           
             Anchors
             and
             Cables
             in
             the
             Port
             needs
             none
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             Rope
             to
             tie
             the
             Ship
             to
             Land
             ;
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             Master
             thinks
             fit
             to
             be
             gone
             ,
          
           
             With
             the
             first
             Winde
             they
             take
             the
             Oar
             in
             hand
             .
          
           
             Within
             the
             entrance
             riseth
             a
             sweet
             Spring
          
           
             From
             ou●
             a
             Cave
             ,
             shaded
             with
             Poplars
             tall
             ;
          
           
             Thither
             to
             shore
             our
             Ships
             we
             safely
             bring
             .
          
           
             Some
             God
             was
             Guide
             .
             Nothing
             we
             saw
             at
             all
             .
          
           
           
             Dark
             night
             it
             was
             ,
             and
             nothing
             to
             be
             seen
             ;
          
           
             The
             Air
             about
             us
             thick
             ,
             and
             from
             the
             Sky
          
           
             The
             Moon
             could
             not
             shine
             through
             the
             Clouds
             between
             ,
          
           
             No●
             Waves
             ,
             nor
             Isle
             appear'd
             to
             any
             eye
             .
          
           
             Then
             took
             we
             in
             our
             Sails
             ,
             and
             went
             to
             Land
             ,
          
           
             And
             waited
             for
             the
             coming
             of
             the
             day
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             mean
             time
             slumbered
             on
             the
             Sand
             :
          
           
             But
             when
             we
             saw
             appear
             the
             morning
             gay
             ,
          
           
             Admiring
             th'
             Isle
             ,
             we
             walked
             to
             and
             fro
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             the
             Nymphs
             (
             sprung
             from
             
               Jove
               Aegioch●s
            
             )
          
           
             Refreshment
             on
             my
             Souldiers
             to
             bestow
             ,
          
           
             Down
             from
             the
             Mountain
             brought
             the
             Goats
             to
             us
             .
          
           
             And
             presently
             from
             out
             our
             Ships
             we
             take
          
           
             Our
             Bows
             and
             Arrows
             keen
             ,
             and
             came
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             our
             Company
             three
             Troops
             we
             make
             ;
          
           
             Then
             shooting
             ,
             soon
             we
             had
             a
             lovely
             prey
             .
          
           
             Our
             Ships
             were
             twelve
             ,
             to
             which
             they
             equally
          
           
             Divide
             the
             Spoil
             ;
             for
             every
             Ship
             had
             nine
             ,
          
           
             Save
             only
             mine
             had
             ten
             :
             Then
             merrily
          
           
             All
             day
             we
             sit
             and
             feast
             on
             Flesh
             and
             Wine
             .
          
           
             For
             we
             had
             Wine
             enough
             as
             yet
             unspent
             ,
          
           
             Of
             that
             we
             got
             and
             brought
             away
             with
             us
             ,
          
           
             Which
             ev'ry
             man
             had
             into
             Budgets
             pent
             ,
          
           
             Then
             when
             we
             took
             the
             Town
             of
             Ismarus
             .
          
           
             Close
             by
             we
             saw
             the
             Land
             of
             Cyclopses
             ,
          
           
             And
             smoke
             ,
             &
             heard
             the
             voice
             o'
             th'
             men
             ,
             &
             Sheep
          
           
             And
             Goats
             .
             'T
             was
             night
             ,
             and
             on
             the
             Sand
             o'
             th'
             Sea
          
           
             Our selves
             till
             morning
             we
             refresht
             with
             sleep
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             Rosie
             morning
             'gan
             t'
             appear
             ,
          
           
             My
             Fellows
             I
             together
             call'd
             ,
             and
             spake
             :
          
           
             You
             ,
             my
             Companions
             ,
             by
             the
             Ships
             stay
             here
             ;
          
           
             I
             with
             my
             Ship
             and
             Crew
             will
             undertake
          
           
             A
             trial
             of
             this
             people
             ,
             whether
             wilde
             ,
          
           
             And
             proud
             ,
             and
             insolent
             their
             Nature
             be
             ,
          
           
             Or
             whether
             they
             be
             men
             of
             nature
             milde
             ,
          
           
             Godly
             ,
             and
             loving
             hospitality
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             I
             went
             aboard
             ,
             and
             had
             my
             Crew
          
           
             Imbarque
             themselves
             .
             Aboard
             they
             quickly
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             sitting
             each
             man
             in
             his
             order
             due
             ,
          
           
             With
             stroak
             of
             Oar
             they
             made
             the
             grey
             Sea
             foam
             .
          
           
           
             Arriv'd
             ,
             we
             of
             a
             Cavern
             saw
             the
             door
             ,
          
           
             Both
             high
             and
             wide
             ,
             and
             sheep
             and
             goats
             there
             lay
          
           
             Abundance
             sleeping
             .
             It
             was
             shaded
             o'r
          
           
             With
             boughs
             that
             downward
             grew
             of
             Lawrel
             gay
             .
          
           
             Before
             it
             was
             a
             Court
             well
             fenc'd
             with
             stone
          
           
             And
             lusty
             Oaks
             ,
             and
             many
             a
             Pine-tree
             high
             .
          
           
             I'
             th'
             Cave
             a
             Giant
             lodg'd
             ,
             who
             us'd
             alone
          
           
             His
             sheep
             to
             feed
             ,
             no
             other
             Cyclops
             nigh
             .
          
           
             It
             was
             a
             huge
             and
             ugly
             Monster
             ,
             and
          
           
             Lookt
             not
             unlike
             a
             rocky
             Mountains
             head
          
           
             That
             does
             'mongst
             other
             hills
             asunder
             stand
             ,
          
           
             With
             a
             great
             Perriwig
             of
             Trees
             o'rspread
             .
          
           
             Then
             bad
             I
             my
             Companions
             to
             stay
          
           
             And
             guard
             the
             Ship
             ,
             save
             that
             by
             lot
             a
             dozen
          
           
             I
             took
             of
             them
             along
             with
             me
             ,
             and
             they
             ,
          
           
             By
             chance
             ,
             were
             the
             same
             men
             I
             would
             have
             chosen
             ▪
          
           
             With
             me
             I
             took
             a
             Goatskin
             full
             of
             Wine
             ,
          
           
             Pleasant
             and
             strong
             ,
             by
             Maron
             given
             me
             ,
          
           
             ●vanthes
             Son
             ,
             Priest
             to
             Phoebus
             Divine
             ,
          
           
             At
             Ismarus
             ,
             to
             save
             his
             Family
             ,
          
           
             Fearing
             the
             God
             in
             whose
             Grove
             he
             did
             live
             .
          
           
             For
             which
             sev'n
             Talents
             of
             pure
             beaten
             gold
             ,
          
           
             And
             a
             large
             Silver
             Bowl
             he
             did
             me
             give
          
           
             Freely
             ,
             besides
             twelve
             Budgets
             of
             Wine
             old
             ,
          
           
             Pure
             ,
             pleasant
             ,
             precious
             drink
             it
             was
             ,
             which
             none
          
           
             Knew
             of
             besides
             himself
             ,
             his
             Wife
             and
             Maid
             ;
          
           
             Of
             the
             Men-servants
             that
             he
             kept
             ,
             not
             one
             .
          
           
             Which
             when
             he
             drank
             ,
             he
             usually
             allai'd
          
           
             With
             water
             pure
             ,
             full
             twenty
             times
             as
             much
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             a
             man
             so
             temper'd
             had
             his
             Cup
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             still
             the
             fragrant
             smell
             thereof
             was
             such
             ,
          
           
             He
             hardly
             could
             forbear
             to
             drink
             it
             up
             .
          
           
             This
             Goatskin
             I
             took
             with
             me
             in
             a
             Cafe
             ,
          
           
             Expecting
             of
             some
             great
             and
             gastly
             man
             ,
          
           
             That
             knew
             nor
             Law
             ,
             nor
             Right
             ,
             to
             see
             the
             face
             ;
          
           
             And
             landing
             ,
             quickly
             to
             the
             Den
             we
             ran
             .
          
           
             We
             entred
             in
             ,
             but
             did
             not
             finde
             him
             there
             ;
          
           
             But
             gaze
             we
             did
             at
             ev'ry
             thing
             with
             wonder
             :
          
           
             Shelves
             full
             of
             Cheese
             as
             much
             as
             they
             could
             bear
             ,
          
           
             Pens
             full
             of
             Sheep
             and
             Goats
             ,
             each
             sort
             asunder
             ,
          
           
           
             Old
             ,
             younger
             ,
             young'st
             ;
             all
             Vessels
             to
             the
             brim
             ,
          
           
             Pans
             ,
             Trays
             ,
             and
             Milking-Pales
             were
             full
             of
             Whey
             .
          
           
             My
             men
             desir'd
             me
             not
             to
             stay
             for
             him
             ,
          
           
             But
             make
             what
             haste
             I
             could
             to
             get
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             take
             some
             of
             his
             Cheeses
             from
             the
             shelves
             ,
          
           
             And
             sheep
             from
             out
             the
             Pens
             ,
             and
             then
             to
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             setting
             up
             our
             Sails
             to
             save
             our selves
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             would
             not
             ,
             though
             't
             had
             been
             better
             so
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             desir'd
             to
             see
             the
             man
             ,
             and
             try
          
           
             If
             from
             him
             some
             good
             gift
             I
             might
             obtain
             ;
          
           
             But
             they
             with
             fear
             were
             ready
             for
             to
             die
             ,
          
           
             And
             could
             not
             think
             upon
             him
             but
             with
             pain
             .
          
           
             Then
             kindled
             we
             a
             fire
             ,
             and
             kill'd
             and
             fed
          
           
             On
             Flesh
             and
             Cheese
             ,
             and
             for
             his
             coming
             staid
             .
          
           
             He
             came
             ,
             and
             a
             great
             burthen
             carried
          
           
             Of
             wither'd
             Boughs
             ,
             which
             at
             the
             door
             he
             laid
             .
          
           
             His
             Supper
             with
             this
             Wood
             he
             meant
             to
             d●ess
             ,
          
           
             And
             threw
             it
             down
             w●th
             such
             a
             h●deous
             noise
             ,
          
           
             As
             frighted
             us
             to
             th'
             innermost
             recess
          
           
             O'
             th'
             Cave
             ;
             there
             lay
             we
             ,
             and
             supprest
             our
             voice
             .
          
           
             Into
             the
             Cave
             he
             comes
             ,
             he
             and
             his
             Flock
             ,
          
           
             All
             that
             was
             milch
             ;
             the
             Males
             he
             left
             without
             ,
          
           
             Rams
             and
             He
             goats
             ,
             and
             the
             Door
             with
             a
             Rock
          
           
             Stops
             up
             ,
             which
             two
             &
             twenty
             Carts
             scarce
             mough●
          
           
             Bear
             above
             ground
             ,
             and
             then
             to
             milking
             fell
             ;
          
           
             But
             first
             he
             sets
             unto
             each
             Ewe
             her
             Lamb
             ,
          
           
             In
             order
             due
             ,
             to
             see
             them
             suckled
             well
             ,
          
           
             And
             each
             young
             Goat
             he
             puts
             under
             her
             Dam.
          
           
             Half
             of
             the
             Milk
             he
             turn'd
             to
             Curds
             ,
             and
             put
          
           
             Them
             into
             Wicker-Baskets
             to
             set
             up
             :
          
           
             The
             other
             half
             he
             into
             Tankards
             put
             ,
          
           
             For
             dr●nk
             to
             serve
             him
             when
             he
             was
             to
             sup
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             had
             ended
             all
             his
             business
             ,
          
           
             He
             made
             a
             fire
             ,
             and
             thereby
             spr'd
             us
             out
             .
          
           
             What
             are
             you
             ,
             says
             he
             ,
             whence
             d'
             ye
             cross
             the
             Sea●
             ?
          
           
             Is
             it
             on
             business
             ,
             or
             d'
             ye
             rove
             about
          
           
             As
             Pyra●s
             walk
             at
             Sea
             ,
             to
             and
             agen
             ,
          
           
             And
             are
             content
             to
             set
             their
             lives
             at
             stake
             ,
          
           
             So
             they
             may
             mischief
             do
             to
             other
             men
             ?
          
           
             Out
             hearts
             di●mai'd
             before
             ,
             this
             language
             bra●e
             .
          
           
           
             We
             fear'd
             his
             hollow
             voice
             ,
             and
             body
             great
             ;
          
           
             But
             yet
             I
             made
             him
             answer
             ,
             and
             said
             thus
             ;
          
           
             We
             are
             Achaeans
             ,
             making
             our
             retreat
          
           
             Homewards
             from
             Troy
             ,
             out
             Winds
             have
             forced
             us
          
           
             Upon
             this
             Coast
             (
             for
             Jove
             would
             have
             it
             so
             .
             )
          
           
             We
             are
             a
             part
             of
             Agamemnons
             Bands
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             glory
             for
             his
             sacking
             Troy
             ,
             is
             now
          
           
             Renown'd
             both
             far
             and
             wide
             throughout
             all
             Lands
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             our selves
             we
             prostrate
             at
             your
             feet
             ,
          
           
             Hoping
             for
             some
             good
             thing
             as
             Visitants
             ;
          
           
             Such
             as
             all
             men
             have
             commonly
             thought
             meet
             ;
          
           
             Or
             for
             the
             Gods-sake
             ,
             as
             to
             Suppliants
             .
          
           
             As
             Suppliants
             we
             before
             you
             here
             do
             lie
             ,
          
           
             With
             whom
             ,
             and
             strangers
             ,
             Jove
             still
             goes
             along
             .
          
           
             He
             is
             the
             God
             of
             Hospitality
             ,
          
           
             To
             punish
             whosoever
             does
             them
             wrong
             .
          
           
             Thus
             I.
             But
             he
             replied
             with
             fell
             intent
             ,
          
           
             Stranger
             ,
             thou
             art
             a
             fool
             ,
             or
             com'st
             from
             far
             ,
          
           
             That
             counsel'st
             me
             to
             fear
             the
             punishment
          
           
             Of
             Jove
             ,
             or
             for
             the
             blessed
             Gods
             to
             care
             .
          
           
             The
             Cyclopses
             care
             not
             at
             all
             for
             Jove
          
           
             Aegiochus
             ,
             or
             any
             other
             Gods.
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             we
             stronger
             are
             than
             those
             above
             ;
          
           
             And
             if
             we
             strength
             compare
             ,
             we
             have
             the
             odds
             .
          
           
             No
             no.
             'T
             is
             not
             the
             fear
             of
             Jupiter
          
           
             Can
             me
             from
             thee
             ,
             or
             these
             with
             thee
             restrain
             ,
          
           
             Unless
             I
             please
             .
             But
             tell
             me
             truly
             where
          
           
             The
             Ship
             that
             brought
             you
             rides
             ,
             and
             do
             not
             fain
             .
          
           
             This
             was
             to
             sound
             me
             .
             But
             I
             saw
             his
             mind
             ,
          
           
             And
             a
             deceitful
             answer
             did
             intend
             .
          
           
             My
             Ship
             was
             wreckt
             by
             Neptune
             ,
             and
             by
             wind
          
           
             Thrown
             'gainst
             the
             rocks
             ,
             at
             the
             Lands
             furthest
             end
             .
          
           
             Where
             all
             besides
             my self
             and
             these
             were
             drown'd
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             he
             answer'd
             nothing
             ,
             nor
             said
             more
             ;
          
           
             But
             snatching
             up
             a
             couple
             from
             the
             ground
             ,
          
           
             Knocks
             out
             their
             brains
             ,
             like
             whelps
             against
             the
             floor
             .
          
           
             Then
             cuts
             them
             into
             joynts
             ,
             and
             on
             them
             fed
             :
          
           
             Nor
             did
             he
             flesh
             ,
             or
             bone
             ,
             or
             entrails
             leave
             ,
          
           
             Like
             hungry
             Lion
             on
             the
             Mountains
             bred
             .
          
           
             Then
             weep
             we
             ,
             and
             to
             Jove
             our
             hands
             up
             heave
          
           
           
             To
             see
             such
             work
             ,
             and
             have
             no
             remedy
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             with
             humane
             flesh
             his
             belly
             deep
          
           
             Had
             filld
             ,
             and
             drunk
             the
             milk
             that
             stood
             him
             by
             ,
          
           
             He
             laid
             himself
             along
             amongst
             his
             sheep
             ,
          
           
             And
             slept
             .
             And
             then
             I
             saw
             I
             might
             him
             slay
             :
          
           
             'T
             was
             but
             to
             draw
             my
             good
             Sword
             from
             my
             side
             ,
          
           
             And
             gently
             on
             his
             brest
             my
             hand
             to
             lay
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             hilts
             the
             Sword
             in
             's
             body
             hide
             .
          
           
             Upon
             new
             thoughts
             that
             purpose
             I
             gave
             o're
             ;
          
           
             For
             certainly
             it
             had
             destroy'd
             us
             quite
             :
          
           
             So
             great
             the
             stone
             was
             that
             lay
             on
             the
             door
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             remove
             it
             was
             past
             all
             our
             might
             .
          
           
             So
             there
             we
             sighing
             staid
             for
             day
             :
             and
             when
          
           
             The
             Rosie-finger'd
             morning
             did
             appear
             ,
          
           
             He
             made
             a
             fire
             ,
             and
             milkt
             his
             flock
             agen
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             young
             Kids
             and
             Lambs
             new
             suckled
             were
             .
          
           
             When
             all
             his
             work
             was
             at
             an
             end
             ,
             and
             past
             ,
          
           
             Two
             more
             of
             my
             Companions
             he
             takes
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             those
             two
             he
             quickly
             breaks
             his
             fast
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             his
             Flock
             the
             way
             he
             open
             makes
             .
          
           
             For
             easily
             he
             took
             the
             stone
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             again
             with
             no
             less
             ease
             he
             did
          
           
             Set
             up
             the
             same
             ,
             and
             in
             its
             right
             place
             lay
             ,
          
           
             Than
             of
             a
             Quiver
             one
             would
             do
             the
             Lid.
          
           
             His
             flock
             with
             noise
             he
             drives
             up
             to
             the
             hills
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             Den
             leaves
             us
             to
             meditate
          
           
             How
             to
             revenge
             (
             with
             Phoebus
             help
             )
             our
             ills
             .
          
           
             At
             last
             within
             my
             brest
             this
             counsel
             sate
             .
          
           
             Near
             one
             o'
             th'
             Pens
             there
             lay
             an
             Olive-Tree
             ,
          
           
             Straight
             ,
             and
             the
             boughs
             cut
             off
             ,
             which
             when
             't
             was
             dri'd
             ,
          
           
             D●signed
             was
             a
             Walking-staff
             to
             be
          
           
             Of
             the
             great
             Cyclops
             ;
             which
             when
             we
             espi'd
             ,
          
           
             Of
             some
             good
             Ship
             we
             thought
             might
             be
             the
             Mast
             ,
          
           
             Or
             of
             a
             Bark
             of
             twenty
             Oars
             or
             more
             ,
          
           
             That
             
             Neptunes
             ●ugged
             waters
             might
             have
             past
          
           
             With
             a
             great
             burthen
             safe
             from
             shore
             to
             shore
             .
          
           
             Of
             this
             a
             fathom
             I
             cut
             off
             ,
             and
             gave
             it
          
           
             To
             my
             Companions
             to
             ●aper
             it
             :
          
           
             They
             smooth'd
             and
             taper'd
             it
             as
             I
             would
             have
             it
             ;
          
           
             I
             sharpn'd
             it
             at
             point
             as
             I
             thought
             fit
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             in
             the
             fire
             the
             same
             I
             hardned
             well
             ,
          
           
             And
             laid
             it
             by
             with
             Dung
             all
             cover'd
             o're
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             the
             Cave
             from
             so
             much
             Cattle
             sell
             ;
          
           
             For
             sheep
             and
             goats
             there
             always
             were
             good
             store
             .
          
           
             From
             all
             my
             Company
             ,
             who
             did
             not
             fear
          
           
             To
             help
             me
             thrust
             this
             Bar
             into
             his
             eye
             ,
          
           
             I
             took
             out
             four
             by
             lot
             ,
             and
             such
             they
             were
          
           
             As
             I
             my self
             did
             wish
             ;
             the
             fifth
             was
             I.
          
           
             At
             Ev'ning
             he
             returneth
             with
             his
             sheep
             ,
          
           
             Into
             the
             hollow
             Cave
             he
             brings
             them
             all
             :
          
           
             Without
             ,
             he
             neither
             sheep
             nor
             goat
             did
             keep
             ,
          
           
             By
             Presage
             ,
             or
             upon
             some
             Heav'nly
             Call.
          
           
             Then
             with
             the
             stone
             the
             Caves
             mouth
             up
             he
             dams
             ,
          
           
             And
             milks
             his
             she-goats
             and
             his
             Ews
             each
             one
             ;
          
           
             And
             suckles
             all
             his
             young
             Kids
             ,
             and
             his
             Lambs
             .
          
           
             But
             after
             he
             his
             work
             had
             fully
             done
             ,
          
           
             Another
             couple
             of
             my
             men
             he
             took
             .
          
           
             Then
             having
             in
             my
             hand
             an
             Ivy
             Kan
          
           
             Of
             good
             black
             Wine
             ,
             I
             thus
             unto
             him
             spoke
             :
          
           
             Cyclops
             ,
             since
             you
             have
             eaten
             flesh
             of
             man
             ,
          
           
             Here
             ,
             drink
             this
             good
             black
             Wine
             upon
             't
             ,
             and
             see
          
           
             What
             excellent
             good
             drink
             we
             had
             aboard
             ,
          
           
             Whereof
             I
             've
             hither
             brought
             a
             taste
             to
             thee
             ,
          
           
             Hoping
             you
             will
             some
             kindness
             me
             afford
             ,
          
           
             And
             some
             assistance
             in
             our
             Voyage
             home
             .
          
           
             But
             so
             intolerably
             furious
          
           
             You
             are
             ,
             that
             no
             man
             will
             dare
             near
             you
             come
             ,
          
           
             Knowing
             how
             cruel
             you
             have
             been
             to
             us
             .
          
           
             When
             I
             had
             said
             ,
             the
             good
             Wine
             he
             drank
             up
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             extremely
             pleased
             with
             the
             same
             :
          
           
             And
             straightway
             calling
             for
             another
             Cup
             ,
          
           
             Tell
             me
             (
             quoth
             he
             )
             right
             now
             what
             is
             thy
             name
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             will
             give
             thee
             that
             shall
             please
             thy
             heart
             .
          
           
             We
             Cyclopses
             have
             Vines
             that
             yield
             good
             Wine
             ,
          
           
             Which
             from
             the
             Earth
             by
             ●ain
             from
             Heaven
             start
             :
          
           
             But
             this
             some
             branch
             of
             Nectar
             is
             divine
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             had
             said
             ,
             I
             gave
             him
             Wine
             again
             .
          
           
             Three
             times
             I
             fill'd
             the
             Kan
             ,
             and
             he
             as
             oft
          
           
             Drank't
             off
             .
             But
             when
             it
             came
             up
             to
             his
             brain
             ,
          
           
             Then
             spake
             I
             to
             him
             gentle
             words
             and
             soft
             .
          
           
           
             Cyclops
             ,
             since
             you
             my
             name
             desire
             to
             know
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             it
             you
             ,
             and
             on
             your
             word
             rely
             .
          
           
             My
             name
             is
             Noman
             ;
             all
             men
             call
             me
             so
             ,
          
           
             My
             Father
             ,
             Mother
             ,
             and
             my
             Company
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             he
             soon
             and
             sadly
             made
             reply
             ,
          
           
             Noman
             I
             'll
             eat
             you
             last
             ,
             none
             shall
             out-live
             you
          
           
             Of
             all
             that
             here
             are
             of
             your
             Company
             ;
          
           
             And
             that
             's
             the
             gift
             I
             promised
             to
             give
             you
             .
          
           
             And
             having
             said
             ,
             he
             laid
             himself
             along
          
           
             With
             bended
             neck
             ,
             sleeping
             and
             vomiting
          
           
             Gobbets
             of
             Humane
             Flesh
             ,
             and
             Wine
             among
             .
          
           
             All
             he
             before
             had
             eaten
             uttering
             .
          
           
             The
             Bar
             with
             Embers
             then
             I
             covered
             ,
          
           
             Till
             (
             green
             as
             't
             was
             )
             with
             heat
             I
             made
             it
             shine
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             few
             words
             my
             men
             encouraged
             ,
          
           
             Left
             any
             should
             have
             shrunk
             from
             the
             designe
             .
          
           
             The
             Bar
             now
             hot
             ,
             and
             ready
             to
             flame
             out
             ,
          
           
             And
             (
             though
             green
             wood
             )
             yet
             glowing
             mightily
             ,
          
           
             To
             him
             my
             Fellows
             carried
             ,
             now
             stout
             ,
          
           
             And
             set
             the
             point
             thereof
             upon
             his
             eye
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             my self
             erecting
             with
             my
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Twirled
             the
             Bar
             about
             ,
             with
             motion
             nimble
             ,
          
           
             As
             Joyners
             with
             a
             string
             below
             do
             stand
             .
          
           
             To
             give
             a
             piercing
             motion
             with
             a
             wimble
             .
          
           
             So
             whilst
             the
             Brand
             was
             entring
             ,
             I
             it
             turn'd
             .
          
           
             The
             blood
             that
             down
             along
             it
             ran
             was
             hot
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             Eye
             the
             Lids
             and
             Brows
             were
             burn'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             his
             Eye-strings
             with
             the
             fire
             did
             strut
          
           
             As
             when
             a
             Smith
             hath
             heat
             his
             Axe
             or
             Spade
             ,
          
           
             And
             quickly
             quenches
             it
             while
             hot
             it
             is
             ,
          
           
             To
             harden
             it
             ,
             it
             makes
             a
             noise
             ;
             so
             made
          
           
             His
             great
             moist
             Eye
             the
             glowing
             Brand
             to
             hiss
             .
          
           
             He
             roared
             so
             as
             made
             the
             Rocks
             resound
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             his
             Eye
             ,
             he
             pull'd
             with
             both
             his
             hands
          
           
             The
             burning
             Brand
             ,
             and
             threw
             it
             to
             the
             ground
             ;
          
           
             And
             so
             a
             while
             he
             there
             amazed
             stands
             .
          
           
             And
             thence
             for
             more
             Cyclopses
             calls
             ;
             and
             they
          
           
             (
             Who
             dwelt
             about
             in
             every
             hollow
             Cave
             )
          
           
             Came
             in
             ,
             some
             one
             ,
             and
             some
             another
             way
             ;
          
           
             And
             from
             without
             the
             Den
             ask'd
             what
             he
             'd
             have
             .
          
           
           
             What
             ails
             thee
             Polyphemus
             so
             to
             cry
          
           
             In
             dead
             of
             night
             ,
             and
             make
             us
             break
             our
             sleep
             ?
          
           
             Goes
             any
             one
             about
             to
             make
             thee
             die
             ,
          
           
             By
             force
             or
             fraud
             ,
             or
             steal
             away
             thy
             sheep
             ?
          
           
             Then
             Polyphemus
             answered
             from
             his
             Cave
             ,
          
           
             Friends
             ,
             Noman
             killeth
             me
             .
             Why
             then
             ,
             said
             they
             ,
          
           
             We
             have
             no
             power
             from
             sickness
             you
             to
             save
             ;
          
           
             You
             must
             unto
             your
             Father
             Neptune
             pray
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             they
             parted
             each
             one
             to
             his
             own
          
           
             Dark
             Cavern
             :
             Then
             within
             my self
             I
             laught
          
           
             To
             think
             how
             with
             my
             Name
             the
             Mighty
             Clown
          
           
             I
             so
             deceived
             had
             ,
             and
             gull'd
             by
             craft
             .
          
           
             The
             Cyclops
             for
             the
             stone
             now
             groap'd
             about
             ,
          
           
             Found
             it
             ,
             and
             threw
             it
             down
             ,
             though
             pained
             sore
             ;
          
           
             Thinking
             to
             catch
             us
             at
             our
             coming
             out
             ,
          
           
             Sitting
             with
             Arms
             extended
             in
             the
             door
             .
          
           
             Such
             fools
             he
             thought
             us
             :
             but
             I
             formerly
          
           
             Had
             thought
             upon
             the
             course
             I
             was
             to
             take
             ;
          
           
             And
             all
             my
             cunning
             ,
             and
             my
             Art
             to
             try
             ,
          
           
             Since
             no
             less
             than
             our
             lives
             was
             now
             at
             stake
             ,
          
           
             This
             Counsel
             't
             was
             that
             in
             my
             brest
             then
             sat
             ;
          
           
             Male
             sheep
             there
             were
             within
             the
             Cave
             well
             fed
             ,
          
           
             Fair
             ,
             big
             ,
             and
             deeply
             clad
             in
             wool
             and
             fat
             ,
          
           
             And
             these
             ,
             with
             twigs
             ta'ne
             from
             Cyclops
             his
             bed
             ,
          
           
             I
             bound
             together
             three
             and
             three
             ;
             each
             three
          
           
             Bore
             one
             under
             the
             middlemost
             fast
             bound
             :
          
           
             One
             Ram
             ,
             by
             far
             the
             best
             of
             all
             bore
             me
          
           
             Under
             his
             brest
             ,
             my
             hands
             in
             deep
             wool
             wound
             .
          
           
             Thus
             hung
             we
             constantly
             ,
             expecting
             day
             .
          
           
             The
             morning
             came
             ,
             the
             Males
             to
             pasture
             hie
             ,
          
           
             (
             The
             Ews
             with
             strutting
             Udders
             bleating
             stay
             )
          
           
             Their
             Master
             sitting
             there
             in
             misery
             ,
          
           
             Laid's
             hand
             upon
             their
             backs
             as
             out
             they
             past
             ,
          
           
             Ne'r
             thinking
             of
             their
             Bellies
             we
             were
             under
             .
          
           
             Mine
             heavy
             with
             his
             wool
             and
             me
             came
             last
             ,
          
           
             To
             whom
             the
             Cyclops
             said
             ,
             seeming
             to
             wonder
             ,
          
           
             Why
             ,
             silly
             Ram
             ,
             art
             thou
             the
             last
             to
             come
          
           
             Out
             of
             the
             Cave
             ,
             that
             formerly
             was
             ever
          
           
             The
             foremost
             to
             go
             out
             ,
             and
             to
             come
             home
             ,
          
           
             And
             foremost
             at
             the
             going
             to
             the
             River
             ;
          
           
           
             But
             now
             at
             last
             ?
             Is
             't
             for
             thy
             Masters
             eye
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Noman
             and
             his
             Fellows
             have
             put
             forth
             ?
          
           
             O
             couldst
             thou
             speak
             ,
             and
             tell
             me
             where
             doth
             lie
          
           
             Hidden
             within
             ,
             that
             Noman
             nothing
             worth
             ,
          
           
             I
             soon
             would
             with
             his
             brains
             besmear
             the
             floor
             ,
          
           
             And
             ease
             my
             vexed
             heart
             within
             me
             so
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Noman
             hath
             within
             me
             wounded
             sore
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             let
             the
             Ram
             that
             bore
             me
             go
             .
          
           
             Got
             forth
             a
             little
             from
             the
             Den
             and
             Yard
             ,
          
           
             I
             left
             my
             Ram
             ,
             and
             set
             my
             Fellows
             free
             :
          
           
             Unto
             my
             Ships
             I
             brought
             part
             of
             the
             Herd
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             our
             Fellows
             we
             might
             welcome
             be
             ,
          
           
             We
             that
             escapt
             :
             But
             they
             began
             to
             weep
          
           
             For
             those
             we
             left
             behinde
             us
             dead
             ,
             till
             I
          
           
             Commanded
             them
             to
             fetch
             aboard
             more
             sheep
             ,
          
           
             And
             after
             that
             their
             Oars
             again
             to
             ply
             .
          
           
             They
             brought
             in
             more
             ,
             and
             each
             man
             takes
             his
             seat
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             due
             order
             ,
             with
             his
             Oar
             in
             hand
             ,
          
           
             The
             water
             grey
             into
             a
             foam
             they
             beat
             ,
          
           
             And
             rowed
             us
             a
             little
             way
             from
             Land
             ,
          
           
             As
             far
             as
             one
             that
             hollows
             can
             be
             heard
             ;
          
           
             So
             far
             I
             stood
             from
             shore
             ,
             I
             hollow'd
             then
             ;
          
           
             
               Cyclops
               ,
               Cyclops
            
             ,
             why
             were
             you
             not
             afraid
          
           
             To
             kill
             and
             eat
             ,
             as
             you
             have
             done
             ,
             my
             men
             ?
          
           
             For
             since
             you
             strangers
             do
             so
             ill
             intreat
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             Gods
             themselves
             no
             reck'ning
             make
             ,
          
           
             You
             ought
             to
             have
             expected
             vengeance
             great
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             your
             wicked
             deeds
             should
             you
             o'retake
             .
          
           
             The
             Cyclops
             then
             provoked
             with
             this
             mock
             ,
          
           
             Threw
             a
             great
             stone
             at
             us
             with
             all
             his
             might
             ;
          
           
             And
             first
             he
             swing'd
             round
             o're
             his
             head
             the
             Rock
             ,
          
           
             Which
             just
             behinde
             the
             Rudder
             chanc'd
             to
             light
             ;
          
           
             And
             so
             much
             stir'd
             the
             water
             falling
             in
             ,
          
           
             That
             what
             with
             th'eddy
             and'tide
             from
             the
             Main
             ,
          
           
             Brought
             back
             to
             th'Land
             ,
             and
             sure
             we
             dead
             had
             bin
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             I
             quickly
             thrust
             it
             off
             again
             .
          
           
             Then
             bad
             I
             my
             Companions
             to
             row
          
           
             Still
             further
             off
             ,
             till
             we
             were
             out
             of
             fear
             .
          
           
             They
             pli'd
             their
             Oars
             again
             ;
             and
             we
             were
             now
          
           
             At
             twice
             the
             distance
             that
             before
             we
             were
             .
          
           
           
             And
             then
             again
             I
             to
             the
             Cyclops
             spoke
             ,
          
           
             (
             Though
             my
             companions
             would
             have
             hindred
             me
             )
          
           
             Why
             (
             say
             they
             )
             will
             you
             still
             the
             man
             provoke
             ?
          
           
             How
             great
             a
             stone
             ,
             how
             far
             he
             throws
             ,
             you
             see
             ,
          
           
             How
             near
             to
             Land
             we
             were
             ,
             how
             near
             to
             die
             .
          
           
             If
             he
             but
             any
             one
             of
             us
             hear
             speak
             ,
          
           
             A
             Rock
             will
             straightway
             from
             him
             hither
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             knock
             our
             brains
             out
             ,
             and
             our
             Vessel
             break
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             they
             ;
             but
             with
             me
             could
             nothing
             do
             ,
          
           
             I
             was
             resolv'd
             to
             vex
             him
             bitterly
             .
          
           
             Cyclops
             ,
             quoth
             I
             ,
             if
             any
             ask
             thee
             who
             ,
          
           
             What
             was
             his
             name
             that
             rob'd
             thee
             of
             the
             eye
             ,
          
           
             Say
             't
             was
             Ulysses
             ,
             Prince
             of
             Ithaca
             ,
          
           
             S●n
             to
             the
             old
             Laertes
             .
             He
             it
             was
             .
          
           
             At
             which
             the
             Cyclops
             howling
             answered
             ,
             Ha
             ,
          
           
             I
             see
             old
             Prophesies
             are
             come
             to
             pass
             .
          
           
             For
             
               Telemus
               Eury
               ●…d's
            
             that
             here
          
           
             Dwelled
             ,
             and
             telling
             Fortunes
             went
             about
             ,
          
           
             Told
             me
             I'should
             by
             name
             Ulysses
             fear
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             that
             one
             da●
             should
             my
             eye
             put
             out
             .
          
           
             B●t
             I
             some
             strong
             and
             in
             ●…y
             man
             expected
          
           
             Of
             Stature
             great
             ,
             sho●…d
             come
             to
             do
             that
             deed
             ,
          
           
             And
             never
             such
             a
             little
             W●…tch
             suspected
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             ever
             did
             of
             being
             drunk
             take
             ●…d
          
           
             But
             come
             Ulysses
             nearer
             ,
             that
             I
             may
          
           
             Give
             you
             a
             precious
             gift
             as
             you
             de
             crve
             ,
          
           
             And
             also
             to
             my
             Father
             N●ptune
             pray
             .
          
           
             That
             you
             upon
             the
             Seas
             he
             would
             preserve
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             his
             Son
             ,
             and
             he
             my
             Father
             is
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             my
             sight
             again
             restore
             me
             can
             ;
          
           
             He
             ,
             and
             no
             other
             of
             the
             Gods
             in
             bliss
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             Pow'r
             on
             earth
             .
             So
             said
             the
             man.
          
           
             Cyclops
             (
             quoth
             I
             )
             I
             would
             I
             could
             as
             well
          
           
             Send
             thee
             now
             down
             to
             
             Pluto's
             ugly
             Den
          
           
             Depriv'd
             of
             life
             and
             Soul
             ●'th
             '
             deepest
             Hell
             ,
          
           
             As
             I
             am
             sure
             thou
             ne'r
             shalt
             see
             agen
             .
          
           
             Then
             held
             he
             up
             his
             hands
             to
             Heav'n
             and
             pra●…d
             ,
          
           
             Hear
             me
             ,
             O
             Neptune
             ,
             if
             thy
             Son
             I
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             thou
             my
             Father
             truly
             ,
             as
             't
             is
             said
             ,
          
           
             Grant
             that
             Ulysses
             never
             more
             may
             see
          
           
           
             His
             Native
             Soil
             ;
             or
             if
             perhaps
             by
             fate
          
           
             It
             be
             decreed
             he
             shall
             return
             again
             ,
          
           
             Let
             him
             return
             both
             wretchedly
             and
             late
             ,
          
           
             His
             ships
             and
             men
             lost
             ,
             and
             at
             home
             meet
             pa●…
             ▪
          
           
             His
             prayer
             granted
             was
             ;
             and
             then
             he
             threw
          
           
             A
             greater
             stone
             ,
             first
             swinged
             o'r
             his
             head
             ,
          
           
             Which
             by
             good
             chance
             above
             the
             Vessel
             flew
             ,
          
           
             But
             almost
             to
             the
             shore
             us
             carried
             .
          
           
             When
             we
             were
             come
             into
             the
             Isle
             again
          
           
             Where
             all
             the
             rest
             of
             our
             Fleet
             then
             abode
          
           
             Expecting
             our
             return
             ,
             in
             grievous
             pain
             ,
          
           
             And
             wondring
             why
             we
             were
             so
             long
             abroad
             ;
          
           
             Then
             with
             our
             sheep
             we
             landed
             on
             the
             Beach
             ,
          
           
             And
             'mongst
             the
             Barks
             divided
             them
             with
             care
             ,
          
           
             Their
             just
             and
             equal
             number
             unto
             each
             ,
          
           
             That
             no
             Ship
             might
             be
             wronged
             of
             his
             share
             .
          
           
             On
             me
             my
             Fellows
             over
             and
             above
          
           
             Bestow'd
             a
             Ram
             ,
             which
             on
             the
             Sand
             there
             right
          
           
             I
             made
             a
             Sacrifice
             to
             mighty
             Jove
             ;
          
           
             But
             in
             my
             Offrings
             he
             took
             no
             delight
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             contriving
             how
             to
             make
             away
          
           
             My
             Ship
             and
             Fellows
             ,
             and
             destroy
             them
             quite
             .
          
           
             There
             on
             the
             snore
             we
             sat
             and
             spent
             the
             day
          
           
             With
             flesh
             and
             Wine
             ,
             from
             morning
             unto
             night
             .
          
           
             All
             night
             we
             slept
             upon
             the
             shore
             ;
             and
             when
          
           
             The
             morning
             had
             again
             the
             day
             restor'd
             ,
          
           
             I
             presently
             commanded
             all
             my
             men
          
           
             To
             loose
             the
             Ropes
             ,
             and
             put
             themselves
             aboard
             .
          
           
             Aboard
             they
             go
             and
             beat
             the
             Sea
             with
             Oars
             ,
          
           
             All
             for
             their
             Fellows
             which
             were
             eaten
             ,
             sad
             .
          
           
             A●d
             forward
             to
             the
             Main
             we
             take
             our
             course
             ,
          
           
             For
             that
             we
             had
             our selves
             escaped
             ,
             glad
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           LIB
           .
           X.
           
        
         
           
             AT
             th'
             floting
             I●●e
             Aeolia
             we
             landed
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Aeolus
             the
             Son
             of
             Hippotas
          
           
             Beloved
             of
             th'
             Immortal
             Gods
             commanded
             ,
          
           
             His
             House
             was
             walled
             all
             about
             with
             brass
             .
          
           
             Th'ascent
             unto
             it
             was
             all
             one
             smooth
             stone
             .
          
           
             Twelve
             were
             his
             Children
             ,
             six
             Sons
             &
             their
             Wives
             ;
          
           
             In
             Wedlock
             he
             had
             joyn'd
             them
             one
             to
             one
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             him
             in
             his
             house
             they
             led
             their
             lives
             .
          
           
             And
             made
             good
             chear
             ;
             all
             day
             the
             house
             they
             make
          
           
             To
             ring
             with
             mirth
             ,
             and
             smoke
             with
             boil'd
             &
             roast
             ,
          
           
             At
             night
             their
             Loyal
             Wives
             to
             Beds
             they
             take
             ,
          
           
             Richly
             set
             out
             with
             coverings
             of
             great
             cost
             .
          
           
             A
             month
             he
             entertain'd
             me
             with
             delight
             ,
          
           
             Askt
             me
             of
             Troy
             ,
             and
             th'
             Argive
             Fleet
             ,
             and
             ●ow
          
           
             The
             Greeks
             got
             home
             .
             And
             him
             I
             answer'd-right
          
           
             To
             ev'ry
             thing
             as
             far
             as
             I
             did
             know
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             I
             left
             his
             house
             ,
             he
             was
             content
          
           
             T'
             assist
             me
             friendly
             in
             my
             Voyage
             back
          
           
             With
             a
             West-wind
             ,
             and
             all
             Winds
             else
             he
             pent
          
           
             Into
             a
             tough
             and
             strong
             Neats-leather
             sack
             .
          
           
             (
             For
             Jove
             had
             made
             him
             Master
             of
             the
             Winds
             ,
          
           
             To
             hold
             their
             breath
             ,
             or
             blow
             as
             he
             thought
             fit
             )
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             silver
             string
             the
             Sack
             he
             bindes
             :
          
           
             No
             Wind
             could
             stir
             but
             as
             I
             order'd
             it
             .
          
           
             But
             all
             this
             did
             no
             good
             for
             want
             of
             wit.
          
           
             Nine
             days
             we
             sail'd
             sore-right
             ,
             and
             came
             so
             nea●
          
           
             To
             th'Coast
             of
             Ithaca
             ,
             that
             we
             could
             see
             't
          
           
             By
             th'
             light
             of
             Beacons
             that
             were
             fired
             there
             .
          
           
             But
             then
             with
             weariness
             I
             fell
             asleep
             ;
          
           
             For
             I
             had
             ne'r
             till
             now
             the
             Helm
             let
             go
             ,
          
           
           
             Nor
             sufferd
             any
             else
             my
             place
             to
             keep
             ,
          
           
             I
             long'd
             to
             see
             my
             Native
             Country
             so
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             my
             Fellows
             to
             discourse
             begin
             ,
          
           
             Thinking
             much
             Gold
             and
             Silver
             was
             ●…th
             '
             Sack
          
           
             By
             
               Aeolus
               Hippotades
            
             put
             in
             ,
          
           
             Which
             now
             to
             Ithaca
             I
             carri'd
             back
             .
          
           
             And
             ,
             Oh
             did
             one
             unto
             another
             say
             ,
          
           
             How
             much
             this
             man
             is
             lov'd
             where
             e'●
             he
             comes
             !
          
           
             He
             brings
             from
             Troy
             a
             great
             share
             of
             the
             prey
             ,
          
           
             Though
             we
             go
             empty-handed
             to
             our
             homes
             .
          
           
             Now
             Aeolus
             has
             giv'n
             him
             God
             knows
             what
             .
          
           
             Come
             quickly
             let
             us
             while
             we
             think
             upon
             't
             ,
          
           
             And
             sleeping
             ●e
             upon
             the
             Deck
             lies
             flat
             ,
          
           
             Undo
             the
             Sack
             ,
             and
             see
             how
             much
             there
             's
             on
             't
             .
          
           
             This
             wretched
             Counsel
             taken
             by
             the
             Crew
             ,
          
           
             The
             Budget
             they
             undid
             ,
             to
             see
             my
             store
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             at
             once
             the
             surious
             Winds
             out-flew
             ,
          
           
             And
             whistling
             ,
             snatcht
             our
             ship
             away
             from
             shore
             .
          
           
             My
             Fellows
             wept
             ,
             I
             studi'd
             which
             was
             best
             ,
          
           
             To
             fall
             into
             the
             Sea
             and
             end
             my
             pain
             ,
          
           
             Or
             patiently
             to
             live
             among
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             I
             chose
             to
             live
             ,
             as
             better
             of
             the
             twain
             ,
          
           
             And
             hoodwinkt
             laid
             me
             down
             i'
             th'
             ship
             .
             At
             last●
          
           
             We
             sound
             our selves
             upon
             th'
             Aeolian
             shore
          
           
             On
             which
             th'
             unruly
             Winds
             our
             ship
             had
             cast
             ,
          
           
             Just
             at
             the
             place
             where
             we
             set
             forth
             before
             :
          
           
             And
             there
             we
             landed
             ,
             and
             short
             supper
             made
          
           
             With
             my
             Companions
             on
             the
             rocky
             shore
             .
          
           
             I
             one
             man
             with
             me
             ,
             and
             a
             Herald
             take
             ,
          
           
             And
             went
             up
             to
             the
             Porch
             before
             the
             Door
          
           
             Of
             th'Hall
             ,
             where
             Aolus
             sat
             banqueting
          
           
             Amongst
             his
             Sons
             and
             Daughters
             .
             They
             admir'd
             .
          
           
             What
             Wind
             ,
             said
             they
             ,
             did
             you
             now
             hither
             bring
             ?
          
           
             We
             furnisht
             you
             for
             what
             place
             you
             desir'd
             .
          
           
             Some
             Devil
             crost
             you
             .
             Softly
             I
             repli'd
             .
          
           
             Of
             our
             misfortune
             other
             cause
             was
             none
          
           
             But
             my
             mens
             folly
             ,
             who
             the
             Bag
             unti'd
          
           
             The
             whilst
             I
             slept
             ;
             you
             can
             repair
             what
             's
             done
             .
          
           
             Their
             Father
             answer'd
             at
             another
             ra●e
             ;
          
           
             Hence
             Rascal
             ,
             hated
             of
             the
             Gods
             above
             :
          
           
           
             I
             entertain
             none
             whom
             the
             Gods
             do
             hate
             .
          
           
             Away
             ,
             I
             say
             ,
             the
             Gods
             thee
             do
             not
             love
             .
          
           
             Thus
             sighing
             we
             were
             sent
             away
             .
             And
             though
          
           
             We
             were
             already
             tired
             with
             the
             Oar
             ,
          
           
             To
             Sea
             we
             put
             ,
             and
             forward
             still
             we
             row
             ,
          
           
             Six
             days
             and
             nights
             entire
             ,
             ne'r
             giving
             o're
             .
          
           
             Upon
             the
             seventh
             day
             we
             landed
             near
          
           
             To
             
               Le●●rig
               nia
            
             ,
             the
             Royal
             Seat.
          
           
             Of
             L●m●●s
             and
             his
             Race
             .
             The
             Herds-men
             there
             ,
          
           
             When
             from
             the
             field
             thay
             bring
             their
             sheep
             or
             neat
             ,
          
           
             Hollow
             to
             those
             at
             home
             ;
             then
             they
             a-field
          
           
             Their
             Cattle
             drive
             .
             To
             one
             of
             little
             sleep
          
           
             The
             fire
             o'
             th'
             place
             doth
             double
             wages
             yield
             ,
          
           
             By
             tending
             one
             day
             Cows
             ,
             another
             sheep
             .
          
           
             For
             it
             is
             seated
             just
             'twixt
             day
             and
             night
             .
          
           
             Into
             the
             Port
             we
             came
             ,
             the
             which
             within
          
           
             On
             eath
             side
             was
             beset
             with
             Rocks
             upright
             ,
          
           
             Whereof
             two
             made
             it
             narrow
             coming
             in
             .
          
           
             My
             Fellows
             with
             their
             ships
             were
             in
             the
             Port
          
           
             Near
             to
             the
             City
             .
             For
             the
             Sea
             was
             still
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             a
             Winde
             stirring
             of
             any
             sort
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             kept
             mine
             without
             ,
             suspecting
             ill
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             Rope
             had
             ti'd
             it
             to
             the
             Rocks
             .
          
           
             Then
             up
             a
             h●ll
             I
             went
             to
             look
             about
             ,
          
           
             But
             could
             no
             signe
             espy
             of
             Man
             or
             Oxe
             .
          
           
             Then
             down
             I
             came
             again
             ,
             and
             straight
             sent
             out
          
           
             T●enquire
             what
             kinde
             of
             people
             lived
             there
             .
          
           
             A
             Herald
             then
             and
             two
             men
             more
             I
             sent
             ,
          
           
             Who
             as
             they
             going
             on
             the
             high-way
             were
          
           
             That
             from
             the
             woody
             hill
             to
             'th
             City
             went
             ,
          
           
             Met
             with
             the
             Daughter
             of
             Antiphates
          
           
             That
             was
             of
             Lestrigonians
             the
             King.
          
           
             She
             had
             fetch
             't
             water
             from
             Artacies
             ;
          
           
             Artacies
             the
             name
             was
             of
             a
             Spring
             .
          
           
             They
             askt
             her
             of
             the
             King
             and
             of
             the
             People
             .
          
           
             Her
             Fathers
             house
             she
             shews
             .
             They
             thither
             hie
             ,
          
           
             And
             finde
             the
             Queen
             there
             looking
             like
             a
             Steeple
             ,
          
           
             And
             straight
             abhor'd
             her
             as
             a
             Prodigie
             .
          
           
             Then
             she
             her
             husband
             from
             the
             Market-place
          
           
             Calls
             home
             ;
             who
             straight
             intended
             to
             dispatch
             'em
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             laid
             his
             hands
             on
             one
             ;
             but
             in
             that
             space
          
           
             The
             rest
             escap'd
             by
             flight
             ,
             he
             could
             not
             catch'em
             .
          
           
             But
             then
             he
             raised
             with
             a
             mighty
             shout
          
           
             The
             Town
             and
             Country
             ,
             who
             in
             numbers
             great
          
           
             Liker
             to
             Giants
             than
             to
             men
             ,
             came
             out
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             huge
             stones
             of
             a
             mans
             weight
             they
             beat
          
           
             My
             men
             and
             ships
             .
             A
             woful
             noise
             and
             wild
          
           
             I
             heard
             of
             dying
             men
             ,
             and
             tearing
             planks
             .
          
           
             When
             they
             had
             slain
             my
             men
             ,
             they
             them
             enfil'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             carri'd
             them
             like
             Fishes
             hung
             in
             ranks
             .
          
           
             While
             they
             did
             this
             ,
             I
             had
             no
             other
             hope
          
           
             To
             save
             my self
             ,
             but
             quickly
             with
             my
             Sword
          
           
             (
             My
             ship
             being
             ti'd
             to
             th'Rocks
             )
             to
             cut
             the
             rope
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             what
             haste
             I
             could
             to
             get
             aboard
             .
          
           
             My
             Crew
             into
             the
             Ship
             leapt
             all
             at
             once
             ,
          
           
             And
             row'd
             for
             life
             ,
             till
             they
             got
             far
             enough
          
           
             From
             land
             ,
             to
             stand
             in
             fear
             of
             throwing
             stones
             ,
          
           
             And
             glad
             they
             had
             escaped
             ,
             onwards
             row
             .
          
           
             The
             rest
             ,
             both
             ships
             and
             men
             ,
             all
             perished
             .
          
           
             Next
             at
             Aeaea
             Isle
             ashore
             we
             run
             ,
          
           
             Where
             the
             wise
             Goddess
             
               Circ
               '
            
             inhabited
             ,
          
           
             Aeetes
             Sister
             ,
             Daughter
             of
             the
             Sun
          
           
             And
             Perse
             Daughter
             of
             Oc●anus
             .
          
           
             There
             in
             a
             good
             safe
             Harbour
             quietly
          
           
             We
             rest
             our selves
             .
             Some
             God
             conducted
             us
             .
          
           
             There
             full
             of
             grief
             two
             days
             and
             nights
             we
             lie
             .
          
           
             Soon
             as
             the
             Morn
             had
             shewn
             us
             the
             third
             day
             ,
          
           
             With
             Spear
             in
             hand
             ,
             and
             Sword
             girt
             at
             my
             thigh
             ,
          
           
             Up
             to
             a
             Mountains
             top
             I
             took
             my
             way
             ,
          
           
             Some
             word
             of
             man
             to
             hear
             ,
             or
             work
             to
             spy
             .
          
           
             Through
             the
             thick
             wood
             I
             saw
             a
             smoke
             arise
          
           
             About
             the
             place
             where
             th'
             House
             of
             Circe
             stood
             :
          
           
             Then
             with
             my self
             I
             did
             a
             while
             advise
          
           
             What
             I
             should
             do
             At
             last
             I
             thought
             it
             good
          
           
             To
             make
             my
             people
             all
             to
             dine
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             Safely
             with
             company
             to
             go
             or
             send
             .
          
           
             So
             back
             I
             came
             unto
             my
             ship
             and
             men
             .
          
           
             But
             by
             the
             way
             (
             some
             God
             was
             sure
             my
             Friend
             )
          
           
             A
             gallant
             Stag
             came
             by
             ,
             whom
             heat
             and
             thirst
          
           
             Invited
             had
             down
             to
             the
             Stream
             Divine
             .
          
           
           
             At
             him
             I
             quickly
             threw
             my
             Spear
             ,
             which
             pier●'t
          
           
             Both
             his
             sides
             thorow
             ,
             close
             beneath
             the
             Chine
             .
          
           
             Down
             dead
             he
             falls
             .
             On
             's
             neck
             my
             foot
             I
             set
             ,
          
           
             Pluckt
             out
             the
             Spear
             ,
             and
             laid
             it
             on
             the
             ground
             .
          
           
             To
             make
             a
             Rope
             ,
             I
             Twigs
             and
             Rushes
             get
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             four
             feet
             together
             fast
             〈◊〉
             bound
             .
          
           
             Within
             h●s
             legs
             I
             place
             my
             head
             ,
             and
             bear
          
           
             His
             body
             on
             my
             neck
             .
             'T
             was
             hard
             to
             rise
             ,
          
           
             Leaning
             with
             both
             my
             hands
             upon
             my
             Spear
             .
          
           
             He
             was
             too
             great
             to
             take
             up
             otherwise
             .
          
           
             I
             threw
             him
             down
             o'
             th'
             shore
             and
             chear'd
             my
             Crew
             .
          
           
             Friends
             (
             quoth
             I
             )
             though
             our
             present
             state
             be
             bad
             ,
          
           
             Death
             shall
             not
             come
             ,
             I
             hope
             ,
             before
             't
             is
             due
             .
          
           
             Come
             ,
             let
             us
             ear
             and
             drink
             ,
             and
             not
             be
             sad
             ,
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             they
             straightway
             from
             the
             ship
             descend
             ,
          
           
             And
             gaze
             ●po●'●
             ,
             for
             't
             was
             a
             mighty
             Beast
             :
          
           
             And
             when
             their
             wondering
             was
             at
             an
             end
             ,
          
           
             They
             washt
             their
             hands
             ,
             and
             drest
             it
             for
             their
             feast
             .
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             remnant
             of
             the
             day
             till
             night
          
           
             We
             made
             good
             chear
             with
             Wine
             &
             Ven'●on
             store
             .
          
           
             After
             the
             Sun
             had
             born
             from
             us
             his
             light
             ,
          
           
             We
             laid
             us
             down
             to
             sleep
             upon
             the
             shore
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             Rosie
             Morn
             appear'd
             again
             ,
          
           
             I
             said
             to
             all
             my
             men
             ,
             who
             grieved
             were
             :
          
           
             My
             Ma●es
             ,
             although
             I
             have
             endur'd
             much
             pain
             ,
          
           
             I
             must
             intreat
             you
             patiently
             to
             hear
             .
          
           
             We
             know
             not
             where
             is
             West
             or
             East
             ,
             nor
             where
          
           
             The
             Sun
             does
             rise
             or
             set
             ,
             nor
             where
             we
             be
             .
          
           
             To
             me
             does
             little
             hope
             as
             yet
             appear
             :
          
           
             And
             theresore
             we
             must
             go
             abroad
             and
             see
             .
          
           
             In
             a
             low
             Island
             ,
             rising
             through
             the
             Trees
             ,
          
           
             I
             saw
             a
             smoke
             when
             I
             stood
             on
             the
             Hill.
          
           
             Though
             I
             had
             utter'd
             no
             more
             words
             but
             these
             ,
          
           
             They
             heard
             them
             with
             a
             very
             evil
             will.
          
           
             Of
             Cyclops
             and
             Antiphates
             they
             speak
          
           
             That
             had
             devour'd
             their
             Fellows
             formerly
             :
          
           
             And
             ready
             were
             their
             hearts
             with
             grief
             to
             break
             .
          
           
             They
             weep
             and
             whine
             ,
             but
             without
             remedy
             .
          
           
             Of
             my
             Companions
             then
             two
             Bands
             I
             make
             ;
          
           
             Of
             one
             Eurylochus
             had
             the
             Command
             ,
          
           
           
             The
             charge
             o'
             th'
             other
             to
             my self
             I
             take
             :
          
           
             And
             two
             and
             twenty
             men
             were
             in
             each
             Band.
          
           
             Who
             should
             go
             first
             abroad
             ,
             and
             who
             should
             stay
             ,
          
           
             We
             were
             content
             should
             be
             by
             Lot
             defin'd
             .
          
           
             To
             go
             ,
             fell
             to
             Eurylochus
             .
             Away
          
           
             They
             weeping
             went
             ,
             we
             weeping
             stai'd
             behind
             .
          
           
             Down
             in
             a
             Dale
             they
             Circes
             Palace
             found
          
           
             Built
             of
             square
             stone
             .
             The
             place
             was
             full
             of
             shade
             .
          
           
             Lions
             and
             Wolves
             about
             it
             lay
             o'
             th'
             ground
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             Circe
             tame
             with
             Magick
             Arts
             had
             made
             :
          
           
             These
             fl●w
             not
             at
             my
             men
             ,
             but
             laid
             their
             Noses
          
           
             Upon
             them
             lovingly
             ,
             and
             wag'd
             their
             tails
          
           
             As
             Dogs
             salute
             their
             Masters
             .
             
             Circe's
             Doses
          
           
             So
             much
             above
             their
             Natures
             fierce
             prevails
             .
          
           
             Eurylo●hus
             i'
             th'
             Door
             stood
             with
             his
             Band.
          
           
             The
             Goddess
             Circe
             busie
             was
             within
             ;
          
           
             For
             she
             a
             wondrous
             fine
             work
             had
             in
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Past
             art
             of
             man
             ,
             and
             sung
             as
             she
             did
             spin
             .
          
           
             Then
             did
             Polites
             ,
             whom
             I
             lov'd
             most
             dear
          
           
             Of
             all
             my
             Crew
             ,
             speak
             out
             unto
             them
             all
             :
          
           
             My
             Friends
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
             somebody
             singeth
             there
             ,
          
           
             A
             Goddess
             or
             a
             Woman
             Let
             us
             call
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             they
             call
             ,
             and
             she
             sets
             ope
             the
             Gate
             ,
          
           
             Bids
             them
             come
             in
             .
             Fools
             as
             they
             were
             ,
             they
             enter
          
           
             All
             but
             Eurylochus
             .
             Without
             he
             sate
             ,
          
           
             Suspecting
             somewhat
             ,
             therefore
             durst
             not
             venture
             .
          
           
             She
             places
             them
             ,
             and
             sets
             before
             them
             food
             ,
          
           
             Cheesecak●s
             of
             Cheese
             ,
             and
             Honey
             ,
             Flour
             &
             Wine
             ;
          
           
             But
             had
             mixt
             something
             with
             it
             not
             so
             good
          
           
             Of
             wondrous
             Vertue
             with
             an
             ill
             designe
             .
          
           
             For
             with
             a
             Wand
             ,
             as
             soon
             as
             they
             had
             din'd
             ,
          
           
             She
             drove
             them
             to
             the
             sties
             ,
             and
             there
             them
             pent●
             ▪
          
           
             For
             body
             ,
             head
             ,
             hair
             ,
             voice
             ,
             all
             but
             the
             minde
             ,
          
           
             Right
             Swine
             they
             were
             ,
             and
             grunted
             as
             they
             went.
          
           
             There
             to
             them
             threw
             she
             Acorns
             ,
             Crabs
             and
             Bran
             ,
          
           
             The
             things
             wherewith
             Swine
             commonly
             are
             fed
             .
          
           
             Eurylochus
             stai'd
             long
             ,
             but
             not
             a
             man
          
           
             Came
             out
             to
             let
             him
             know
             how
             they
             had
             sped
             .
          
           
             Then
             back
             he
             comes
             :
             at
             first
             he
             could
             not
             speak
             ,
          
           
             Though
             he
             endeavoured
             ;
             he
             grieved
             so
             ,
          
           
           
             The
             sighs
             and
             sobs
             his
             words
             did
             often
             break
             ,
          
           
             Till
             urg'd
             by
             us
             that
             long'd
             the
             truth
             to
             know
             .
          
           
             At
             last
             he
             said
             ,
             Renown'd
             Ulysses
             ,
             we
          
           
             Passing
             the
             woods
             as
             we
             commanded
             were
             ,
          
           
             In
             a
             dark
             Vale
             a
             stately
             Palace
             see
             ;
          
           
             A
             Goddess
             ,
             or
             a
             Woman
             ,
             dwelleth
             there
             .
          
           
             We
             call'd
             ,
             and
             straight
             she
             opening
             the
             Gate
             ,
          
           
             Bids
             us
             come
             in
             .
             They
             ill
             advised
             enter
          
           
             All
             but
             my self
             .
             Alone
             without
             I
             sate
             ,
          
           
             Suspecting
             fraud
             ,
             and
             durst
             no
             further
             venture
             .
          
           
             Lost
             they
             are
             all
             :
             for
             if
             they
             could
             ,
             I
             know
          
           
             Some
             of
             them
             would
             have
             come
             and
             brought
             me
             word
             ,
          
           
             For
             I
             staid
             long
             enough
             .
             This
             said
             ,
             my
             Bowe
          
           
             I
             took
             ,
             and
             at
             my
             side
             my
             trusty
             Sword
             ,
          
           
             And
             bad
             him
             guide
             me
             back
             the
             self-same
             way
             .
          
           
             Then
             fell
             he
             at
             my
             feet
             on
             both
             his
             knees
             ,
          
           
             And
             weeping
             me
             intreats
             to
             let
             him
             stay
             ;
          
           
             Your
             life
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
             amongst
             the
             rest
             you
             'll
             leese
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             I
             said
             ,
             Eurylochus
             stay
             you
          
           
             Here
             at
             the
             ship
             (
             since
             you
             are
             frighted
             so
             )
          
           
             Eating
             and
             drinking
             with
             the
             rest
             o'
             th'
             Crew
             ;
          
           
             Necessity
             compelleth
             me
             to
             go
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             I
             went
             along
             the
             shore
             ,
             till
             I
          
           
             Was
             at
             the
             entrance
             of
             the
             Valley
             ,
             where
          
           
             The
             house
             of
             Circe
             stood
             .
             Then
             Mercury
          
           
             Encountred
             me
             .
             In
             form
             he
             did
             appear
          
           
             Of
             a
             fair
             youth
             ,
             whose
             Beard
             but
             now
             began
          
           
             In
             a
             soft
             Down
             to
             peep
             above
             his
             face
             ,
          
           
             Which
             is
             the
             prime
             of
             beauty
             in
             a
             man.
          
           
             Alas
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             what
             make
             you
             in
             this
             place
          
           
             'Mongst
             trees
             and
             shrubs
             ?
             For
             I
             can
             tell
             you
             this
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Mates
             at
             
             Circe's
             house
             are
             lodg'd
             in
             sties
             ,
          
           
             They
             now
             are
             Swine
             ;
             you
             'll
             of
             your
             purpose
             mis●
             .
          
           
             You
             cannot
             set
             them
             free
             though
             you
             be
             wise
             ,
          
           
             But
             rather
             you
             will
             with
             them
             lie
             .
             But
             well
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             give
             you
             such
             an
             Antidote
             as
             you
          
           
             Need
             not
             to
             be
             afraid
             of
             any
             Spell
             ;
          
           
             And
             will
             besides
             ,
             her
             purpose
             to
             you
             shew
             .
          
           
             To
             make
             you
             drink
             she
             'll
             temper
             you
             a
             Cup
             ,
          
           
             Which
             shall
             not
             (
             for
             the
             Antidote
             )
             bewitch
             you
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             when
             she
             sees
             that
             you
             have
             drunk
             it
             up
             ,
          
           
             With
             her
             long
             Wand
             she
             presently
             will
             switch
             you
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             her
             with
             your
             naked
             Sword
             in
             hand
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             you
             purpos'd
             to
             cut
             off
             her
             head
             .
          
           
             Then
             she
             will
             shriek
             ,
             and
             weep
             ,
             and
             trembling
             stand
             ,
          
           
             And
             buy
             her
             life
             with
             proffer
             of
             her
             bed
             .
          
           
             You
             must
             not
             then
             refuse
             the
             Goddess
             love
             ,
          
           
             If
             you
             intend
             your
             Fellows
             to
             restore
             :
          
           
             Yet
             make
             her
             swear
             by
             all
             the
             Gods
             above
          
           
             She
             never
             will
             attempt
             to
             hurt
             you
             more
             .
          
           
             Then
             gave
             he
             me
             the
             Herb.
             The
             Flow'r
             was
             white
             ,
          
           
             The
             Root
             was
             black
             ;
             the
             Gods
             do
             call
             it
             Moly
             ,
          
           
             And
             gather
             it
             ,
             who
             have
             no
             stint
             of
             might
             .
          
           
             For
             men
             to
             think
             to
             finde
             it
             is
             a
             folly
             .
          
           
             Then
             Hermes
             parting
             mounted
             to
             the
             Sky
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             to
             
             Circe's
             house
             went
             on
             my
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             musing
             stood
             a
             while
             ,
             but
             by
             and
             by
          
           
             I
             call'd
             ,
             and
             she
             came
             forth
             without
             delay
             ,
          
           
             And
             calls
             me
             in
             .
             I
             enter
             with
             sad
             heart
             ;
          
           
             There
             in
             a
             glorious
             Chair
             she
             made
             me
             sit
          
           
             Studded
             with
             silver-Nails
             ,
             and
             carv'd
             with
             Art
             ;
          
           
             Then
             puts
             a
             low
             Stool
             to
             it
             for
             my
             feet
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             the
             Potion
             in
             a
             Golden
             Cup
             ,
          
           
             Which
             she
             had
             temper'd
             to
             her
             bad
             designe
             .
          
           
             And
             soon
             as
             ever
             I
             had
             drunk
             it
             up
          
           
             She
             switch'd
             and
             bad
             me
             go
             lie
             with
             the
             Swine
             .
          
           
             Then
             start
             I
             up
             with
             my
             drawn
             Sword
             ,
             and
             make
          
           
             As
             if
             I
             purpos'd
             to
             cut
             off
             her
             head
             .
          
           
             Then
             did
             she
             shriek
             most
             fearfully
             and
             quake
             ,
          
           
             And
             weeping
             to
             me
             these
             words
             uttered
             :
          
           
             Who
             ,
             whence
             are
             you
             ?
             what
             is
             your
             Fathers
             Name
             ?
          
           
             That
             this
             drink
             worketh
             not
             ,
             is
             very
             strange
             .
          
           
             If
             any
             else
             but
             tasted
             had
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             He
             soon
             had
             of
             his
             figure
             found
             a
             change
             .
          
           
             But
             you
             a
             stubborn
             heart
             have
             in
             your
             brest
             .
          
           
             Are
             you
             Ulysses
             ,
             that
             should
             hither
             come
             ,
          
           
             As
             Hermes
             told
             me
             oft
             ,
             and
             be
             my
             Guest
             ,
          
           
             When
             from
             the
             Trojan
             shore
             he
             sailed
             home
             ?
          
           
             Put
             up
             your
             Sword
             ;
             and
             that
             we
             may
             confide
          
           
             In
             one
             another
             better
             without
             dread
             ,
          
           
           
             Let
             's
             to
             my
             Chamber
             go
             ,
             and
             side
             by
             side
          
           
             Compose
             the
             things
             we
             differ
             in
             a
             bed
             .
          
           
             Circe
             (
             said
             I
             )
             Oh
             how
             can
             I
             be
             kinde
             ,
          
           
             When
             you
             to
             Swine
             my
             Fellows
             turned
             have
             ?
          
           
             And
             now
             you
             have
             me
             here
             ,
             't
             is
             in
             your
             minde
          
           
             To
             make
             ●…e
             tame
             ,
             and
             keep
             me
             for
             a
             slave
             .
          
           
             I
             'll
             not
             come
             near
             your
             Bed
             ,
             unless
             before
          
           
             You
             take
             an
             Oath
             by
             all
             the
             Gods
             above
          
           
             You
             'll
             never
             go
             about
             to
             hurt
             me
             more
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             she
             swore
             ,
             and
             I
             gave
             way
             to
             love
             .
          
           
             On
             Circe
             Waiting-women
             four
             attended
          
           
             To
             do
             the
             service
             of
             the
             house
             ,
             and
             were
          
           
             From
             sacred
             Rivers
             ,
             Springs
             and
             Groves
             descended
             ;
          
           
             Each
             had
             her
             proper
             work
             assigned
             her
             .
          
           
             One
             does
             the
             Chairs
             with
             coverings
             array
             ;
          
           
             Another
             does
             the
             Silver
             Tables
             spread
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             each
             one
             of
             them
             a
             Basket
             lay
          
           
             Of
             Gold
             ,
             and
             into
             it
             she
             puts
             the
             Bread.
          
           
             The
             third
             does
             in
             a
             Silver
             Flagon
             mix
          
           
             The
             Wine
             and
             Water
             in
             a
             Silver
             Pot
             :
          
           
             The
             fourth
             to
             make
             a
             fire
             brings
             in
             the
             sticks
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             a
             Bath
             makes
             ready
             water
             hot
             .
          
           
             Circe
             her self
             the
             water
             tempered
          
           
             Into
             a
             just
             and
             comfortable
             heat
             ,
          
           
             And
             pour'd
             it
             on
             my
             shoulders
             and
             my
             head
             ,
          
           
             Washing
             my
             limbs
             ,
             till
             I
             my
             toil
             forget
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             I
             ba●hed
             and
             anointed
             was
             ,
          
           
             She
             put
             upon
             me
             a
             fair
             Coat
             and
             Vest
             ,
          
           
             And
             led
             me
             in
             ,
             into
             the
             dining-place
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             my
             Chair
             and
             Table
             me
             addrest
             .
          
           
             One
             Maid
             a
             golden
             Bason
             ,
             with
             the
             Ew'r
             ,
          
           
             To
             wash
             our
             hands
             over
             a
             Cauldron
             brings
             ;
          
           
             The
             Cauldron
             also
             was
             of
             Silver
             pure
             .
          
           
             Another
             loads
             the
             Table
             with
             good
             things
             :
          
           
             Another
             on
             the
             Table
             sets
             on
             bread
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             the
             Goddess
             Circe
             bids
             me
             eat
             .
          
           
             But
             other
             dangers
             running
             in
             my
             head
             ,
          
           
             I
             had
             but
             little
             stomack
             to
             my
             meat
             .
          
           
             Which
             she
             observing
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             ,
             why
          
           
             Do
             you
             thus
             sullenly
             your
             meat
             refuse
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             like
             a
             dumb
             man
             sit
             ?
             D'
             ye
             think
             that
             I
          
           
             Intend
             against
             you
             some
             new
             Art
             to
             use
             ?
          
           
             Have
             I
             not
             sworn
             ?
             To
             which
             I
             answered
             ,
          
           
             Oh
             Circe
             ,
             how
             can
             I
             be
             pleas'd
             d'ye
             think
          
           
             (
             When
             you
             my
             Fellows
             keep
             disfigured
          
           
             And
             pounded
             up
             in
             Hog-sties
             )
             t'eat
             and
             drink
             ?
          
           
             If
             you
             mean
             well
             ,
             set
             them
             at
             liberty
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             shape
             of
             men
             before
             my
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             may
             look
             on
             them
             ,
             and
             they
             on
             me
             .
          
           
             With
             Switch
             in
             hand
             then
             out
             of
             doors
             she
             hies
          
           
             And
             opens
             all
             the
             Prisons
             ;
             out
             they
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             were
             to
             look
             to
             Pigs
             of
             nine
             years
             old
             .
          
           
             She
             drives
             them
             with
             her
             Wand
             into
             the
             room
             ,
          
           
             And
             makes
             them
             stand
             there
             while
             I
             them
             behold
             .
          
           
             Then
             Circe
             went
             amongst
             them
             ,
             and
             each
             one
          
           
             Smear'd
             with
             an
             unguent
             which
             straightway
             did
             make
          
           
             Their
             hair
             fall
             off
             ,
             and
             undid
             all
             was
             done
             ;
          
           
             And
             presently
             a
             humane
             shape
             they
             take
             ,
          
           
             Greater
             and
             fairer
             than
             they
             had
             before
             .
          
           
             They
             knew
             me
             all
             ,
             my
             hand
             with
             theirs
             they
             prest
             .
          
           
             So
             glad
             they
             were
             ,
             their
             eyes
             for
             joy
             ran
             o'●e
             .
          
           
             The
             whole
             house
             wept
             ,
             and
             Circe
             with
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             This
             past
             ,
             the
             Goddess
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             ,
             go
          
           
             And
             bring
             your
             Ship
             a-land
             ,
             and
             let
             her
             lie
             ;
          
           
             Your
             goods
             within
             the
             rocky
             Caves
             bestow
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             haste
             back
             with
             all
             your
             Company
             .
          
           
             This
             pleas'd
             me
             well
             .
             Down
             to
             the
             Sea
             I
             hie
          
           
             Where
             my
             Companions
             I
             weeping
             finde
             ;
          
           
             But
             soon
             as
             I
             appear'd
             they
             presently
          
           
             About
             me
             came
             ,
             their
             care
             now
             out
             of
             mind
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             from
             Pastures
             fat
             a
             Herd
             of
             Cows
          
           
             Well-fed
             return
             at
             evening
             to
             their
             home
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Calves
             will
             not
             be
             kept
             within
             the
             house
          
           
             But
             play
             ,
             and
             skip
             ,
             and
             round
             about
             them
             come
             :
          
           
             So
             did
             my
             Fellows
             soon
             as
             they
             me
             saw
          
           
             Come
             skipping
             out
             o'
             th'
             ship
             ,
             with
             no
             less
             joy
             ▪
          
           
             Than
             if
             they
             had
             been
             come
             to
             Ithaca
          
           
             Their
             Native
             Country
             from
             the
             Town
             of
             Trey
             .
          
           
             Our
             joy
             (
             said
             they
             )
             Ulysses
             cannot
             be
          
           
             Greater
             when
             we
             at
             Ithaca
             arrive
             ,
          
           
           
             Which
             we
             so
             wish
             for
             ,
             than
             't
             is
             now
             to
             see
          
           
             That
             you
             from
             Circe
             are
             return'd
             alive
             .
          
           
             But
             tell
             us
             ,
             pray
             ,
             how
             di'd
             our
             Fellows
             there
             .
          
           
             But
             first
             (
             said
             I
             )
             hale
             up
             your
             Ship
             to
             Land
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             Rocks
             hide
             all
             that
             's
             loose
             in
             her
             ,
          
           
             And
             come
             with
             me
             to
             Circe
             out
             of
             hand
             .
          
           
             There
             shall
             you
             see
             your
             Fellows
             how
             they
             live
             ;
          
           
             In
             want
             of
             nothing
             that
             they
             can
             devise
             .
          
           
             To
             these
             my
             words
             my
             Fellows
             credit
             give
             ;
          
           
             Eurylochus
             alone
             thought
             otherwise
             .
          
           
             Wretches
             (
             said
             he
             )
             what
             mean
             you
             ?
             will
             you
             go
             ?
          
           
             Have
             you
             a
             longing
             to
             be
             Lions
             ●ame
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Swine
             ,
             or
             Wolves
             ,
             and
             being
             transformed
             so
             ,
          
           
             To
             live
             at
             
             Circe's
             house
             ,
             and
             guard
             the
             same
             ?
          
           
             Remember
             Cyclops
             ,
             and
             how
             all
             they
             sped
          
           
             That
             dar'd
             to
             put
             themselves
             within
             his
             Cave
             ,
          
           
             By
             too
             much
             valour
             of
             Ulysses
             led
             .
          
           
             Bethink
             you
             well
             how
             you
             your selves
             may
             save
             .
          
           
             When
             I
             heard
             that
             ,
             I
             drew
             my
             Sword
             ,
             and
             meant
             ,
          
           
             Although
             he
             were
             my
             Kinsman
             very
             nigh
             ,
          
           
             T'
             have
             made
             his
             head
             fly
             .
             But
             of
             that
             intent
          
           
             I
             was
             made
             frustrate
             by
             the
             Company
          
           
             That
             interposing
             spake
             me
             fair
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Let
             him
             stay
             here
             ,
             but
             we
             'll
             go
             every
             man
             ,
          
           
             While
             he
             looks
             to
             the
             ship
             ,
             since
             he
             's
             afraid
             .
          
           
             Thus
             having
             said
             ,
             to
             march
             they
             straight
             began
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             staid
             Eurylochus
             behinde
             ,
             for
             I
          
           
             Had
             so
             a●●righted
             him
             he
             went
             with
             th'
             rest
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             at
             
             Circe's
             house
             my
             company
          
           
             Were
             bath'd
             and
             oyl'd
             ,
             and
             cloath'd
             with
             Coat
             and
             Vest.
          
           
             Feasting
             we
             found
             them
             in
             a
             stately
             Hall.
          
           
             But
             when
             we
             saw
             them
             ,
             and
             heard
             every
             thing
          
           
             That
             had
             besaln
             them
             ,
             suddenly
             we
             all
          
           
             Wept
             out
             so
             loud
             ,
             as
             made
             the
             house
             to
             ring
             .
          
           
             Then
             Circe
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             why
             d'
             ye
             weep
             ?
          
           
             I
             know
             your
             suffrings
             both
             at
             land
             by
             men
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             you
             have
             endured
             on
             the
             Deep
             .
          
           
             Drink
             wine
             ,
             eat
             meat
             ,
             and
             merry
             be
             agen
             .
          
           
             Recruit
             your
             hearts
             with
             courage
             ,
             till
             they
             be
          
           
             As
             strong
             as
             when
             from
             home
             you
             first
             set-out
             ;
          
           
           
             Put
             all
             your
             danger
             out
             of
             memory
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             trouble
             more
             your
             weari'd
             minds
             with
             doubt
             ,
          
           
             These
             words
             of
             Circe
             did
             our
             spirits
             chear
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             us
             willingly
             fall
             to
             our
             meat
             .
          
           
             Both
             then
             and
             ev'ry
             day
             throughout
             the
             year
          
           
             In
             
             Circe's
             house
             we
             freely
             drink
             and
             eat
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             season
             was
             come
             round
             about
             ,
          
           
             And
             months
             and
             days
             of
             th'year
             had
             made
             an
             end
             ,
          
           
             Then
             my
             imparient
             Fellows
             call'd
             me
             out
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             Strange
             man
             ,
             do
             you
             no
             more
             intend
          
           
             To
             see
             your
             Country
             Ithaca
             ?
             Shall
             we
          
           
             For
             ever
             stay
             with
             Circe
             here
             ?
             Have
             Fates
          
           
             Decreed
             that
             you
             your
             house
             no
             more
             should
             see
             ,
          
           
             But
             perish
             here
             together
             with
             your
             Mates
             ?
          
           
             This
             my
             Companions
             said
             ,
             and
             said
             but
             right
             .
          
           
             Then
             what
             remained
             of
             the
             day
             we
             spent
          
           
             Eating
             and
             drinking
             merrily
             .
             At
             night
          
           
             They
             to
             their
             own
             beds
             ,
             I
             to
             
             Circe's
             went
             ;
          
           
             Where
             prostiate
             at
             her
             knees
             ,
             I
             press
             her
             hard
          
           
             To
             keep
             her
             word
             ,
             and
             let
             me
             go
             my
             way
             ;
          
           
             My
             mind
             ,
             said
             I
             ,
             is
             going
             thitherward
          
           
             Now
             ,
             and
             my
             Fellowsask
             me
             why
             I
             stay
             .
          
           
             Renown'd
             Ulysses
             (
             answer'd
             Circe
             )
             here
          
           
             Against
             your
             will
             with
             me
             you
             shall
             not
             stay
             .
          
           
             But
             ●re
             you
             go
             unto
             your
             Country
             dear
             ,
          
           
             You
             must
             a
             Voyage
             make
             another
             way
             .
          
           
             You
             must
             to
             th
             house
             of
             Hades
             first
             repair
             :
          
           
             For
             with
             Tiresias
             the
             Prophet
             blinde
          
           
             You
             must
             consult
             concerning
             your
             affair
             .
          
           
             He
             knows
             what
             course
             the
             Fates
             have
             you
             design'd
             .
          
           
             Though
             blinde
             his
             eye
             ,
             yet
             is
             his
             judgment
             clear
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             to
             him
             Proserpina
             alone
          
           
             Hath
             granted
             to
             peruse
             Fates
             Register
             ,
          
           
             And
             know
             the
             History
             of
             things
             not
             done
             .
          
           
             The
             Ghosts
             to
             him
             stand
             up
             when
             he
             goes
             by
             .
          
           
             At
             this
             my
             heart
             was
             ready
             ev'n
             to
             break
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             bed
             long
             time
             I
             weeping
             lie
             ,
          
           
             And
             turn'd
             ,
             and
             wish'd
             for
             death
             .
             At
             last
             I
             speak
             :
          
           
             Circe
             (
             said
             I
             )
             who
             shall
             me
             thither
             guide
             ?
          
           
             Never
             man
             yet
             to
             Hell
             went
             in
             a
             ship
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             to
             me
             Circe
             presently
             repli'd
             ;
          
           
             Ulysses
             ,
             let
             not
             that
             thought
             break
             your
             sleep
             .
          
           
             You
             need
             but
             set
             your
             Mast
             up
             ,
             hoise
             your
             sail
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             sit
             still
             ;
             you
             shall
             not
             want
             a
             Winde
             :
          
           
             For
             Boreas
             to
             wast
             you
             will
             not
             fail
             .
          
           
             When
             you
             are
             come
             to
             th'
             Oceans
             end
             ,
             you
             'll
             finde
          
           
             The
             wooddy
             shore
             and
             Grove
             of
             Proserpine
             .
          
           
             There
             the
             tall
             Poplar
             ,
             and
             soft
             Willow
             grows
             ;
          
           
             And
             there
             it
             is
             your
             Bark
             you
             must
             put
             in
             .
          
           
             Then
             go
             along
             the
             shore
             to
             
             Pluto's
             house
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             shall
             see
             where
             into
             Ach●ron
          
           
             Coc●tas
             falls
             ,
             which
             is
             a
             branch
             of
             Styx
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             it
             also
             Pyriphlegeton
             ,
          
           
             And
             a
             great
             Rock
             where
             the
             two
             Rivers
             mix
             .
          
           
             Close
             by
             that
             place
             make
             with
             your
             Sword
             a
             Pit
          
           
             A
             Cubit
             wide
             ,
             and
             round
             about
             it
             pour
          
           
             Wine
             mixt
             with
             honey
             ,
             and
             pure
             Wine
             after
             it
             ;
          
           
             Then
             water
             pure
             ,
             and
             over
             all
             throw
             Flow'r
             .
          
           
             Such
             is
             the
             drink
             that
             's
             offer'd
             to
             the
             dead
             .
          
           
             And
             further
             to
             them
             you
             must
             make
             a
             Vow
             ,
          
           
             That
             when
             you
             be
             at
             home
             ,
             and
             out
             of
             dread
             ,
          
           
             You
             'll
             gratifie
             them
             with
             a
             barren
             Cow.
          
           
             But
             to
             Tiresias
             you
             must
             alone
          
           
             Promise
             at
             your
             return
             to
             kill
             a
             Ewe
          
           
             All
             over
             black
             .
             The
             Ceremonies
             done
          
           
             Which
             to
             the
             dead
             by
             common
             law
             are
             due
             ,
          
           
             Then
             of
             the
             Ram
             and
             Ewe
             let
             out
             the
             blood
          
           
             Into
             the
             pit
             ;
             their
             heads
             to
             Hell-ward
             place
             ,
          
           
             And
             turn
             your
             back
             ,
             and
             so
             go
             tow'rd
             the
             Flood
             .
          
           
             Then
             shall
             you
             see
             the
             Ghosts
             come
             out
             apace
             .
          
           
             Bid
             your
             Companions
             mean
             while
             to
             flay
          
           
             The
             slaughter'd
             Sheep
             .
             To
             Pluto
             must
             you
             ,
             and
          
           
             To
             his
             Queen
             Proserpine
             your
             prayers
             say
             ,
          
           
             Then
             sit
             down
             at
             the
             pit
             with
             Sword
             in
             hand
             .
          
           
             Let
             none
             come
             near
             the
             blood
             until
             you
             see
          
           
             T●resias
             the
             Theban
             Prophet
             come
             .
          
           
             'T
             will
             not
             be
             long
             before
             he
             with
             you
             be
             ;
          
           
             He
             'll
             tell
             you
             all
             the
             ways
             to
             bring
             you
             home
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Aurora
             had
             the
             light
             displai'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             Circe
             cloath'd
             me
             with
             a
             Coat
             and
             Vest
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             with
             a
             pure
             white
             robe
             her self
             arraid
             ,
          
           
             With
             a
             Gold
             Girdle
             girt
             beneath
             her
             brest
             ;
          
           
             And
             put
             upon
             her
             head
             her
             Vail
             .
             Then
             I
          
           
             Went
             through
             the
             house
             to
             make
             my
             fellows
             rise
             ,
          
           
             And
             gently
             said
             unto
             them
             severally
             ,
          
           
             Let
             's
             go
             ;
             for
             Circe
             now
             doth
             so
             advise
             .
          
           
             And
             well
             content
             they
             were
             .
             But
             safe
             away
          
           
             I
             could
             not
             bring
             them
             all
             .
             For
             there
             was
             one
          
           
             Elpenor
             ,
             neither
             forward
             in
             a
             Fray
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             yet
             of
             very
             much
             discretion
             ;
          
           
             Heated
             with
             Wine
             o'r
             night
             ,
             himself
             to
             cool
             ,
          
           
             Up
             to
             the
             houses
             top
             he
             went
             to
             sleep
             ;
          
           
             But
             wak'd
             with
             noise
             the
             rest
             made
             ,
             like
             a
             Fool
          
           
             Ne'r
             thought
             of
             coming
             down
             the
             stairs
             steep
          
           
             Backward
             ;
             and
             so
             to
             th'
             earth
             he
             headlong
             sell
             ,
          
           
             And
             broke
             his
             Neck-bone
             ,
             &
             lay
             dead
             o'th'ground
             .
          
           
             And
             his
             Soul
             leaving
             him
             ,
             went
             down
             to
             Hell.
          
           
             The
             rest
             came
             forth
             ,
             and
             stood
             about
             me
             round
             .
          
           
             To
             these
             I
             said
             ,
             You
             think
             without
             delay
          
           
             That
             we
             to
             Ithaca
             are
             going
             now
             ;
          
           
             But
             Circe
             bids
             us
             go
             another
             way
             ,
          
           
             Of
             old
             Tiresias
             the
             minde
             to
             know
             ,
          
           
             The
             Theban
             Prophet
             ,
             who
             is
             now
             in
             Hell.
          
           
             This
             broke
             the
             very
             heart
             strings
             of
             my
             Mates
             ;
          
           
             They
             sob
             and
             tear
             their
             hair
             ,
             but
             cannot
             tell
          
           
             How
             to
             avoid
             what
             's
             once
             decreed
             by
             th'Fates
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             our
             ship
             we
             weeping
             went.
             Mean
             space
          
           
             Circe
             a
             Ram
             and
             black
             Ewe
             there
             had
             ti'd
          
           
             Unseen
             to
             us
             ,
             we
             found
             them
             on
             the
             place
             .
          
           
             For
             Gods
             ,
             but
             when
             they
             list
             ,
             cannot
             be
             spi'd
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           LIB
           .
           XI
           .
        
         
           
             WHen
             we
             were
             come
             unto
             the
             Sea-side
             ,
             where
          
           
             Our
             Ship
             lay
             which
             we
             shov'd
             into
             the
             deep
             ;
          
           
             We
             rear
             our
             Mast
             ,
             pull
             up
             our
             Sails
             ,
             and
             bear
          
           
             Aboard
             with
             us
             one
             Male
             ,
             one
             Female
             sheep
             .
          
           
             And
             so
             for
             Hell
             we
             stood
             ,
             with
             fears
             in
             minde
             ,
          
           
             And
             tears
             in
             eye
             .
             But
             the
             fair
             Circe
             sent
          
           
             To
             bear
             us
             company
             ,
             a
             good
             fore-winde
          
           
             That
             kept
             our
             Sails
             full
             all
             the
             way
             we
             went.
          
           
             To
             Winds
             and
             Steerage
             we
             our
             way
             commend
             ,
          
           
             And
             careless
             sit
             from
             morning
             till
             't
             was
             dark
             ;
          
           
             Then
             found
             our selves
             at
             th'
             Oceans
             farthest
             end
             ,
          
           
             Where
             up
             to
             Land
             the
             wind
             had
             forc'd
             our
             Bark
             .
          
           
             Here
             dwell
             the
             Cimbers
             hid
             in
             Clouds
             and
             Mist
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             thou
             ,
             O
             Phoebus
             ,
             with
             thy
             golden
             Eye
             ,
          
           
             No●
             coming
             from
             the
             Sky
             to
             Earth
             e're
             seest
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             when
             from
             Earth
             thou
             mountest
             to
             the
             Sky
             ;
          
           
             But
             live
             ,
             poor
             men
             ,
             under
             a
             horrid
             night
             .
          
           
             Here
             seek
             we
             for
             the
             place
             of
             which
             the
             wise
          
           
             Circe
             had
             told
             us
             ,
             and
             soon
             on
             it
             light
             ,
          
           
             And
             thither
             fetcht
             the
             sheep
             for
             sacrifice
             .
          
           
             Then
             with
             my
             Sword
             i'th'ground
             I
             dig'd
             a
             Pit
             ,
          
           
             And
             round
             about
             it
             Wine
             with
             Honey
             pour
             ;
          
           
             And
             round
             again
             pure
             Wine
             pour
             after
             it
             ,
          
           
             Then
             water
             pure
             .
             O're
             all
             I
             sprinkle
             flour
             :
          
           
             And
             vowed
             to
             those
             feeble
             folk
             ,
             to
             kill
          
           
             As
             soon
             as
             I
             to
             Ithaca
             should
             come
          
           
             A
             barren
             Heiser
             ,
             and
             the
             Altar
             fill
          
           
             With
             many
             more
             good
             things
             I
             had
             at
             home
             ,
          
           
             And
             promis'd
             to
             Tiresias
             alone
          
           
             A
             fat
             black
             Ewe
             ,
             the
             best
             in
             all
             my
             Coats
             .
          
           
           
             When
             I
             my
             Vows
             and
             Pray'rs
             had
             ritely
             done
             ,
          
           
             Of
             both
             the
             Victims
             straight
             I
             cut
             the
             throats
             .
          
           
             Their
             reaking
             blood
             stream'd
             down
             into
             the
             Pit
             ;
          
           
             Out
             come
             the
             Ghosts
             ,
             Maids
             ,
             Youths
             ,
             decrepit
             Age
             ,
          
           
             And
             tender
             Virgins
             ,
             they
             all
             sented
             it
             ;
          
           
             And
             Warriours
             clad
             in
             goary
             Arms
             ,
             all
             rage
             ,
          
           
             And
             rushing
             out
             of
             Hell
             ,
             with
             hideous
             cry
             ,
          
           
             About
             the
             blood
             bustling
             they
             go
             and
             turn
             ,
          
           
             Which
             not
             a
             little
             frighted
             me
             .
             Then
             I
          
           
             Bad
             flay
             the
             Victims
             ,
             and
             their
             bodies
             burn
             ,
          
           
             And
             say
             their
             Pray'rs
             to
             Pluto
             and
             his
             Queen
             .
          
           
             With
             Sword
             in
             hand
             I
             sat
             on
             the
             Pits
             brink
             ,
          
           
             Resolv'd
             till
             I
             Tiresias
             had
             seen
             ,
          
           
             That
             not
             a
             Ghost
             a
             drop
             of
             blood
             should
             drink
             .
          
           
             First
             came
             my
             Souldier
             
             Elpenor's
             Spirit
             ,
          
           
             Which
             left
             the
             body
             just
             when
             we
             set
             sail
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             we
             had
             no
             leisure
             to
             inter
             it
             .
          
           
             His
             heavy
             fate
             I
             did
             with
             tears
             bewail
             .
          
           
             How
             now
             (
             quoth
             I
             )
             Elpenor
             ?
             art
             thou
             here
          
           
             Already
             ?
             Couldst
             thou
             me
             so
             much
             outstrip
             ?
          
           
             I
             first
             came
             forth
             ,
             and
             left
             thee
             in
             the
             Rear
             .
          
           
             Hast
             thou
             on
             foot
             out
             gone
             my
             good
             black
             ship
             ?
          
           
             Then
             said
             Elpenar
             ,
             Issue
             of
             Jove
             ,
             Divine
          
           
             Ulysses
             ,
             I
             had
             come
             along
             with
             th'Bark
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             the
             Devil
             and
             excess
             of
             Wine
          
           
             Made
             me
             to
             fall
             ,
             and
             break
             my
             neck
             i'
             th'
             dark
             .
          
           
             I
             went
             to
             bed
             late
             by
             a
             Ladder
             steep
             ;
          
           
             At
             top
             o'th'house
             the
             Room
             was
             where
             I
             lay
             :
          
           
             Wak't
             at
             the
             noise
             of
             parting
             ,
             half
             asleep
          
           
             Headlong
             I
             hither
             came
             ,
             the
             nearest
             way
             .
          
           
             Now
             I
             adjure
             you
             by
             your
             Father
             ,
             and
          
           
             Your
             VVife
             ,
             and
             Son
             ,
             and
             all
             his
             Seed
             to
             come
          
           
             (
             For
             I
             assured
             am
             that
             you
             will
             land
          
           
             VVhere
             Circe
             dwells
             before
             your
             going
             home
             )
          
           
             To
             see
             I
             have
             the
             Rites
             due
             to
             the
             dead
             .
          
           
             Fear
             th'anger
             of
             the
             Gods
             above
             ,
             and
             burn
          
           
             My
             body
             with
             my
             arms
             ,
             from
             foot
             to
             head
             ,
          
           
             And
             cast
             on
             earth
             to
             cover
             o're
             my
             Urn.
          
           
             This
             done
             ,
             for
             men
             hereafeer
             sailing
             by
             ,
          
           
             Raise
             me
             a
             little
             Tomb
             of
             Earth
             by
             th'
             shore
             ,
          
           
           
             That
             they
             may
             eas'ly
             see
             where
             't
             is
             I
             lie
             .
          
           
             Lastly
             ,
             upon
             it
             upright
             plant
             my
             Oar.
          
           
             All
             this
             (
             quoth
             I
             )
             I
             'll
             do
             upon
             my
             word
             .
          
           
             Thus
             we
             discours'd
             amongst
             the
             shades
             .
             He
             stood
          
           
             While
             I
             continu'd
             with
             my
             naked
             Sword
          
           
             To
             keep
             the
             Sprights
             from
             tasting
             of
             the
             blood
             ,
          
           
             Then
             came
             Auticlia
             my
             Mothers
             Ghost
             .
          
           
             Alive
             I
             left
             her
             when
             to
             Troy
             I
             sail'd
          
           
             To
             fight
             against
             it
             in
             the
             Argive
             Host.
          
           
             Now
             seeing
             her
             ,
             exceedingly
             I
             wail'd
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             I
             grieved
             were
             to
             keep
             away
          
           
             My
             Mother
             from
             the
             loved
             blood
             ;
             yet
             still
          
           
             In
             the
             same
             posture
             patiently
             I
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Till
             I
             might
             know
             Tiresias
             his
             will.
          
           
             Then
             came
             the
             Soul
             of
             old
             Tiresias
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             Gilded-Staff
             he
             had
             in
             's
             hand
             .
          
           
             Poor
             man
             (
             quoth
             he
             )
             perceiving
             what
             I
             was
             ,
          
           
             What
             brought
             thee
             hither
             to
             this
             ugly
             Land
             ?
          
           
             Stand
             back
             a
             while
             ,
             and
             take
             your
             Sword
             away
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             may
             drink
             ,
             and
             the
             Unerring
             word
          
           
             Of
             Fate
             deliver
             to
             you
             .
             I
             obey
             ,
          
           
             Retire
             ,
             and
             up
             I
             put
             my
             trusty
             Sword.
          
           
             Then
             said
             the
             good
             old
             Prophet
             ,
             You
             are
             come
             ,
          
           
             Honour'd
             Ulysses
             ,
             to
             inquire
             of
             me
             ,
          
           
             What
             the
             Gods
             say
             about
             your
             going
             home
             .
          
           
             I
             tell
             you
             true
             ,
             't
             will
             not
             be
             easily
             .
          
           
             I
             think
             you
             'll
             not
             escape
             at
             Sea
             unseen
          
           
             Of
             angry
             Neptune
             ,
             who
             I
             do
             not
             doubt
          
           
             Will
             do
             his
             worst
             ,
             and
             make
             you
             feel
             his
             spleen
             ,
          
           
             For
             Polyphemus
             eye
             which
             you
             put
             out
             .
          
           
             Yet
             for
             all
             that
             ,
             you
             may
             to
             Ithaca
          
           
             Safely
             return
             ,
             if
             you
             can
             but
             command
          
           
             Your
             passion
             when
             in
             th'
             Isle
             Torinacia
             ,
          
           
             An
             Island
             lying
             in
             your
             way
             you
             land
             .
          
           
             There
             feed
             the
             Kine
             of
             the
             all-seeing
             Sun
             ,
          
           
             And
             Flocks
             of
             goodly
             Sheep
             .
             Hurt
             none
             of
             these
             ,
          
           
             Then
             shall
             your
             Ship
             her
             course
             with
             safety
             run
             〈◊〉
          
           
             At
             length
             to
             Ithaca
             ,
             though
             not
             with
             ease
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             you
             touch
             them
             ,
             I
             denounce
             a
             wrack
          
           
             To
             your
             good
             Ship
             ,
             and
             death
             to
             all
             your
             Crew
             .
          
           
           
             And
             though
             your self
             may
             happen
             to
             come
             back
          
           
             At
             last
             ,
             and
             this
             unhappy
             Fate
             eschew
             ;
          
           
             'T
             will
             be
             alone
             ,
             and
             in
             a
             ship
             not
             yours
             ;
          
           
             Besides
             that
             ,
             when
             you
             are
             returned
             home
          
           
             You
             'll
             fall
             into
             the
             danger
             of
             the
             Wooers
             ,
          
           
             Who
             for
             your
             Wives
             and
             Meats-sake
             thither
             come
             .
          
           
             But
             you
             will
             be
             reveng'd
             of
             these
             ;
             and
             when
          
           
             You
             shall
             have
             made
             away
             these
             Wooers
             ,
             go
          
           
             With
             Oar
             on
             shoulder
             ,
             to
             a
             Land
             where
             men
          
           
             Inhabit
             ,
             that
             the
             brit
             y
             Sea
             not
             know
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             ever
             mingle
             salt
             with
             what
             they
             eat
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             ever
             saw
             the
             ship
             with
             crimson
             face
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             yet
             those
             Wings
             which
             do
             the
             water
             beat
          
           
             (
             Call'd
             Oars
             )
             to
             make
             your
             good
             ship
             go
             apace
             .
          
           
             Now
             mark
             me
             well
             ,
             when
             thou
             shalt
             meet
             a
             man
          
           
             Just
             at
             the
             end
             of
             Neptunes
             utmost
             bound
             ,
          
           
             Bearing
             upon
             his
             shoulder
             a
             Corn
             san
             ,
          
           
             Stick
             down
             thy
             lusty
             Oar
             upon
             the
             ground
             ;
          
           
             There
             Sacrifice
             to
             the
             Worlds
             Admiral
             ,
          
           
             For
             new
             admittance
             ,
             a
             Ram
             ,
             Boar
             ,
             and
             Bull
             ;
          
           
             Then
             home
             again
             ,
             and
             offer
             unto
             all
          
           
             The
             Gods
             by
             name
             an
             hundred
             Oxen
             sull
             .
          
           
             Your
             death
             will
             not
             ungentle
             be
             ,
             for
             which
          
           
             Age
             shall
             prepare
             you
             ,
             and
             your
             Soul
             unglew
          
           
             Insensibly
             .
             Your
             people
             shall
             be
             rich
          
           
             Which
             round
             about
             you
             dwell
             .
             All
             this
             is
             true
             .
          
           
             Tiresias
             (
             quoth
             I
             )
             when
             he
             had
             done
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             well
             .
             My
             Mother
             yonder
             I
             espie
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             shades
             ;
             she
             knoweth
             not
             her
             Son
             ;
          
           
             What
             shall
             I
             do
             to
             make
             her
             know
             't
             is
             I
             ?
          
           
             That
             (
             quoth
             he
             )
             I
             can
             tell
             you
             easily
          
           
             What
             Soul
             soever
             you
             admit
             to
             drink
             ,
          
           
             To
             what
             you
             ask
             will
             make
             a
             true
             reply
             ;
          
           
             Those
             you
             put
             back
             ,
             back
             into
             Hell
             will
             slink
             .
          
           
             The
             Prophet
             having
             thus
             my
             fate
             foretold
             ,
          
           
             Into
             the
             house
             of
             Pluto
             back
             retir'd
             .
          
           
             I
             o're
             the
             blood
             my
             former
             posture
             hold
             ,
          
           
             But
             let
             my
             Mother
             drink
             as
             she
             desir'd
             .
          
           
             She
             knew
             me
             then
             ,
             and
             wept
             .
             My
             Son
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
          
           
             How
             came
             you
             to
             this
             place
             of
             ours
             so
             dark
             ?
          
           
           
             Th'
             Ocean
             and
             so
             many
             Gulphs
             there
             be
          
           
             'Twixt
             you
             and
             us
             ,
             that
             but
             with
             a
             good
             Bark
          
           
             No
             living
             man
             can
             pass
             Come
             you
             but
             now
          
           
             From
             T●oy
             ,
             and
             all
             this
             while
             have
             wandring
             been
          
           
             You
             and
             your
             Company
             ?
             You
             have
             I
             trow
             ,
          
           
             Your
             wife
             Penelope
             by
             this
             time
             seen
             .
          
           
             Mother
             (
             said
             I
             )
             the
             cause
             I
             came
             this
             way
          
           
             Was
             to
             ask
             counsel
             of
             Tiresias
             .
          
           
             Since
             I
             with
             Agamemnon
             went
             to
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             In
             Ithaca
             or
             Greece
             I
             never
             was
             .
          
           
             But
             Mother
             ,
             tell
             me
             pray
             you
             ,
             how
             came
             you
          
           
             Unto
             this
             place
             ?
             was
             it
             by
             sickness
             long
             ?
          
           
             Or
             did
             Diana
             with
             a
             death
             undue
          
           
             Send
             you
             down
             hither
             to
             this
             feeble
             throng
             ?
          
           
             And
             tell
             me
             if
             my
             Father
             and
             my
             Son
          
           
             Remain
             as
             formerly
             in
             their
             estate
             ;
          
           
             Or
             that
             some
             Prince
             of
             Greece
             my
             wife
             have
             won
             ,
          
           
             Supposing
             me
             now
             cast
             away
             by
             Fate
             .
          
           
             Tell
             me
             besides
             ,
             whether
             Penelope
          
           
             Remain
             at
             home
             together
             with
             my
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Assisting
             him
             to
             Rule
             my
             Family
             ;
          
           
             Or
             whether
             she
             be
             married
             ,
             and
             gone
             .
          
           
             Your
             wife
             (
             said
             she
             )
             does
             still
             continue
             there
             ;
          
           
             For
             your
             long
             absence
             weepeth
             days
             and
             nights
             .
          
           
             Your
             Son
             still
             holds
             his
             own
             ,
             and
             makes
             good
             chear
             ;
          
           
             Oft
             he
             invited
             is
             ,
             and
             oft
             invites
             .
          
           
             Your
             Father
             from
             his
             Vineyard
             never
             budges
             ;
          
           
             Rich
             Coverlets
             and
             Bedding
             he
             refuses
             ;
          
           
             Ne're
             comes
             to
             th'Town
             ;
             in
             Winter
             with
             his
             Drudges
          
           
             To
             lay
             him
             down
             and
             sleep
             by
             th'
             fire
             he
             uses
             .
          
           
             In
             vile
             array
             in
             Summer-time
             he
             creeps
             ,
          
           
             Till
             Vintage
             pass
             ,
             about
             his
             Fruit-trees
             round
             ,
          
           
             And
             visits
             them
             each
             one
             ;
             at
             night
             he
             sleeps
          
           
             On
             Bed
             of
             heaped
             leaves
             upon
             the
             ground
          
           
             Thus
             lies
             he
             griev'd
             and
             pining
             with
             the
             thought
          
           
             Of
             your
             sad
             fate
             ,
             afflicted
             too
             with
             age
             .
          
           
             The
             like
             sad
             thoughts
             me
             also
             hither
             brought
             .
          
           
             I
             neither
             died
             by
             
             Diana's
             rage
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             long
             consuming
             Malady
             ;
          
           
             But
             very
             woe
             ,
             thinking
             that
             you
             were
             dead
             ,
          
           
           
             My
             Noble
             dear
             ulysses
             ,
             made
             me
             die
             ;
          
           
             My
             Soul
             thus
             hither
             from
             my
             body
             fled
             .
          
           
             When
             she
             had
             spoken
             ,
             I
             would
             very
             fain
          
           
             Have
             ta'ne
             her
             in
             mine
             arms
             ;
             three
             times
             I
             grasp'●
          
           
             At
             the
             beloved
             Shadow
             ,
             but
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             Mine
             arms
             I
             closed
             ,
             but
             did
             nothing
             clasp
             .
          
           
             Sore
             griev'd
             hereat
             ,
             I
             said
             unto
             my
             Mother
             ,
          
           
             I
             am
             your
             Son
             ,
             why
             do
             you
             fly
             me
             so
             ?
          
           
             Why
             may
             we
             not
             embracing
             one
             another
             ,
          
           
             Although
             in
             Hell
             ,
             give
             ease
             unto
             our
             woe
             ?
          
           
             Hath
             Proserpine
             ,
             my
             sorrows
             to
             augment
             ,
          
           
             Sent
             me
             a
             Phantome
             in
             my
             Mothers
             stead
             ?
          
           
             Oh
             no
             (
             quoth
             she
             )
             my
             Son
             ,
             sh
             'ad
             no
             intent
          
           
             T'
             abuse
             you
             .
             'T
             is
             the
             nature
             of
             the
             Dead
             .
          
           
             We
             are
             no
             longer
             Sinews
             ,
             Flesh
             and
             Bones
             ;
          
           
             We
             are
             Substances
             Incorporeal
             .
          
           
             All
             that
             's
             consum'd
             i'
             th'
             Fun'ral
             fire
             :
             when
             once
          
           
             That
             's
             done
             ,
             it
             in
             it self
             stands
             several
             ;
          
           
             Flies
             like
             a
             Dream
             .
             No
             ,
             go
             your
             ways
             to
             th'light
             ,
          
           
             And
             tell
             all
             I
             have
             told
             you
             to
             your
             Wise
             ,
          
           
             That
             she
             may
             know
             in
             this
             perpetual
             night
          
           
             The
             dead
             enjoy
             an
             everlasting
             life
             .
          
           
             When
             we
             had
             thus
             discours't
             ,
             the
             Ladies
             came
          
           
             Sent
             out
             by
             Proserpine
             to
             taste
             the
             blood
             ,
          
           
             ●aughters
             and
             Wives
             to
             Princes
             of
             great
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             And
             round
             about
             me
             at
             the
             Pit
             they
             stood
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             to
             know
             each
             one
             that
             came
             to
             drink
             ,
          
           
             Studi'd
             a
             while
             ;
             then
             thought
             this
             counsel
             best
             ,
          
           
             With
             Sword
             in
             hand
             t'
             abide
             upon
             the
             brink
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             one
             was
             drinking
             to
             keep
             off
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             There
             was
             not
             one
             but
             I
             enquir'd
             her
             name
          
           
             And
             Pedegree
             .
             All
             told
             me
             who
             they
             were
             .
          
           
             And
             first
             of
             all
             the
             well-born
             Tyro
             came
             ,
          
           
             Who
             said
             Salmoneus
             was
             her
             Ancestor
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             of
             Cretheus
             she
             had
             been
             the
             wi●e
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             Enipeus
             had
             enamour'd
             been
          
           
             Once
             on
             a
             time
             whilst
             she
             remain'd
             in
             life
             ,
          
           
             On
             Enipeus
             fair'st
             stream
             that
             e're
             was
             seen
             .
          
           
             Upon
             whose
             Bank
             Neptune
             that
             chanc't
             to
             spy
             her
             ,
          
           
             On
             Enipeus
             sweet
             stream
             drew
             her
             aside
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             at
             the
             Rivers
             mouth
             laid
             him
             down
             by
             her
          
           
             Between
             two
             Waves
             rais'd
             high
             ,
             their
             deed
             to
             hide
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             Loves
             work
             had
             done
             ,
             Thou
             shalt
             (
             said
             he
             )
          
           
             E're
             th'year
             be
             ended
             ,
             bring
             forth-Children
             twain
             ,
          
           
             Who
             Princes
             both
             of
             great
             Renown
             shall
             be
             .
          
           
             I
             Neptune
             am
             ;
             the
             Gods
             ne'r
             work
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             See
             you
             that
             they
             be
             educated
             well
          
           
             Till
             they
             shall
             be
             at
             mans
             estate
             arriv'd
             .
          
           
             So
             go
             you
             home
             :
             my
             name
             you
             must
             not
             tell
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             into
             the
             rowling
             Sea
             he
             div'd
             .
          
           
             Her
             time
             being
             come
             ,
             she
             was
             delivered
          
           
             Of
             two
             great
             Boys
             ,
             Neleus
             and
             Pelias
             ,
          
           
             Who
             for
             the
             service
             of
             high
             Jove
             were
             bred
             .
          
           
             One
             King
             of
             Pyle
             ,
             th'
             other
             of
             Iolcas
             was
             .
          
           
             The
             Noble
             Lady
             Tyro
             ,
             besides
             these
             ,
          
           
             Did
             many
             other
             goodly
             Children
             bear
             :
          
           
             Amatheon
             ,
             and
             Aeson
             ,
             and
             Pheres
             ;
          
           
             But
             these
             her
             Husband
             Cretheus
             Children
             were
             .
          
           
             Next
             came
             the
             Daughter
             of
             Aesopus
             (
             who
          
           
             Through
             Theban
             fertil
             Plains
             and
             Meadows
             runs
             )
          
           
             Antiope
             .
             Of
             Jove
             she
             boasteth
             too
             ,
          
           
             That
             by
             him
             she
             conceived
             had
             two
             Sons
             ;
          
           
             Their
             names
             were
             Zethus
             and
             Amphion
             .
             They
          
           
             The
             Founders
             were
             of
             The●●s
             ;
             with
             Walls
             &
             Towers
             ,
          
           
             And
             sev'n
             strong
             Gates
             they
             senc't
             it
             ev'ry
             way
          
           
             Against
             Invasion
             from
             all
             Neighb'ring
             Powers
             .
          
           
             Amphitrions
             wi●e
             Alcmena
             there
             I
             saw
             ,
          
           
             That
             lov'd
             by
             Jove
             brought
             Hercules
             to
             life
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             King
             Cretheus
             Daughter
             Megara
             ,
          
           
             That
             was
             the
             Mighty
             Hercules
             his
             wife
             .
          
           
             I
             saw
             there
             also
             the
             unfortunate
          
           
             Mother
             of
             
               Oed●pus
               ,
               Jocasta
            
             bright
             ,
          
           
             That
             blindly
             did
             a
             horrid
             act
             ,
             by
             fate
             ,
          
           
             Which
             the
             Gods
             pleasure
             was
             should
             come
             to
             light
             .
          
           
             Not
             knowing
             him
             ,
             she
             marri'd
             her
             own
             Son
             ;
          
           
             Not
             knowing
             him
             ,
             he
             his
             own
             Father
             slew
             :
          
           
             VVhen
             they
             perceived
             both
             what
             they
             had
             done
             ,
          
           
             She
             hang'd
             her self
             ;
             her
             Furies
             him
             pursue
             .
          
           
             Chloris
             I
             saw
             ,
             whom
             Neleus
             did
             wed
          
           
             For
             beauty
             ,
             got
             by
             the
             Son
             of
             Jaseus
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             with
             great
             Dowre
             he
             gain'd
             her
             to
             his
             bed
             ;
          
           
             Her
             Father
             Amphion
             rul'd
             Orchome●us
             .
          
           
             She
             Queen
             of
             Pyle
             ,
             by
             Neleus
             had
             three
             Boys
             :
          
           
             
               Nestor
               ,
               Chronius
               ,
               Periclu●i●us
            
             ;
          
           
             And
             one
             fair
             Daughter
             to
             make
             full
             their
             joys
             ,
          
           
             Pero
             by
             name
             ,
             for
             beauty
             wonderous
             .
          
           
             The
             Princes
             round-about
             were
             Suiters
             to
             her
             ;
          
           
             But
             Iphiclus
             had
             Neleus
             Cattle
             ta'ne
             ,
          
           
             And
             Neleus
             was
             resolved
             to
             bestow
             her
          
           
             On
             him
             that
             could
             his
             Herds
             fetch
             back
             again
             .
          
           
             There
             was
             a
             Prophet
             undertook
             the
             Talk
             ;
          
           
             But
             ta'ne
             by
             Clowns
             ,
             and
             into
             Prison
             pent
             ,
          
           
             For
             answ'ring
             Iphiclus
             t'
             all
             he
             could
             ask
          
           
             Was
             freed
             ,
             and
             did
             the
             thing
             he
             underwent
             .
          
           
             I
             saw
             the
             Wife
             too
             of
             Tyndareus
             there
             ,
          
           
             Fair
             L●da
             ;
             she
             two
             Twins
             unto
             him
             bare
             ,
          
           
             Pollux
             good
             Cuffer
             ,
             Castor
             Cavalier
             :
          
           
             Twins
             ,
             and
             alive
             ,
             though
             under-ground
             they
             are
             ▪
          
           
             And
             have
             obtained
             of
             their
             Father
             Jove
          
           
             Both
             to
             be
             Canonized
             Gods
             ;
             but
             so
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             that
             is
             to
             day
             in
             Heav'n
             above
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             be
             to
             morrow
             amongst
             men
             below
             .
          
           
             
               Iphimedea
               ,
               Alciaeus
            
             Wife
          
           
             I
             saw
             ,
             that
             did
             two
             Sons
             to
             Neptune
             bear
             ,
          
           
             Otus
             ,
             and
             Ephialtes
             ;
             of
             short
             life
             ,
          
           
             The
             greatest
             ,
             and
             the
             fair'st
             that
             ever
             were
          
           
             Except
             Orion
             ;
             each
             at
             nine
             years
             old
          
           
             Between
             the
             shoulders
             was
             nine
             Cubits
             wide
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             in
             length
             nine
             Cubits
             four
             times
             told
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             Gods
             in
             Heaven
             terrifi'd
             ;
          
           
             And
             threatned
             them
             with
             War
             ,
             and
             Heav'n
             to
             storm
             .
          
           
             They
             Ossa
             set
             upon
             Olympus
             high
             ,
          
           
             And
             Pelius
             on
             Ossa
             ;
             and
             so
             form
          
           
             Against
             the
             Sky
             a
             mighty
             Battery
             :
          
           
             And
             surely
             they
             had
             storm'd
             it
             had
             they
             been
          
           
             At
             mans
             estate
             .
             Their
             Beards
             were
             not
             yet
             grown
             ▪
          
           
             Apollo
             kill'd
             them
             with
             his
             Arrows
             keen
             ,
          
           
             E're
             on
             their
             Cheeks
             appeared
             any
             down
             .
          
           
             Phaedra
             and
             Procris
             there
             I
             also
             saw
             ,
          
           
             And
             Minos
             Daughter
             ●riadne
             ,
             whom
          
           
           
             Theseus
             was
             bringing
             towards
             Attica
          
           
             From
             Creta
             ;
             but
             he
             could
             not
             bring
             her
             home
             ,
          
           
             Diana
             killed
             her
             in
             Dia
             Isle
          
           
             On
             Bacchus
             quarrel
             .
             There
             I
             did
             behold
          
           
             Mera
             and
             Clymene
             ,
             and
             th'Woman
             vile
          
           
             Eryphile
             that
             her
             own
             Husband
             sold.
          
           
             To
             name
             the
             Ladies
             all
             I
             saw
             ,
             would
             make
          
           
             My
             Tale
             to
             last
             all
             night
             .
             'T
             is
             bed-time
             now
          
           
             Here
             or
             aboard
             ,
             though
             not
             till
             you
             think
             fit
             ;
          
           
             Till
             you
             think
             fit
             ,
             and
             give
             command
             to
             row
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Company
             deep
             silence
             seiz'd
             ,
          
           
             Delighted
             with
             the
             things
             they
             heard
             him
             speak
             ,
          
           
             The
             Queen
             her self
             Arete
             no
             less
             pleas'd
             ,
          
           
             At
             last
             resolv'd
             the
             silence
             thus
             to
             break
             .
          
           
             Princes
             ,
             what
             think
             you
             of
             this
             man
             so
             rare
             ,
          
           
             His
             look
             ,
             his
             stature
             ,
             and
             his
             Noble
             heart
             ?
          
           
             My
             Guest
             he
             is
             ,
             but
             you
             have
             all
             a
             share
          
           
             In
             th'
             honour
             of
             this
             Visit.
             E're
             he
             part
          
           
             Make
             him
             a
             Present
             to
             relieve
             his
             need
             .
          
           
             Be
             liberal
             ,
             have
             no
             respect
             to
             thrist
             ;
          
           
             For
             you
             the
             Gods
             from
             fear
             of
             want
             have
             freed
          
           
             With
             wealth
             abundant
             .
             Do
             not
             pinch
             your
             Gift
             .
          
           
             Old
             Echineus
             said
             ,
             The
             Queen
             says
             right
             ;
          
           
             We
             shall
             do
             well
             her
             counsel
             to
             obey
             :
          
           
             But
             since
             in
             King
             Alcinous
             lies
             the
             migh
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             better
             first
             to
             hear
             what
             he
             will
             say
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Alcinous
             ,
             It
             shall
             be
             so
             ,
          
           
             Unless
             I
             bear
             the
             name
             of
             King
             in
             vain
             ;
          
           
             Let
             not
             the
             Stranger
             till
             to
             morrow
             go
             ;
          
           
             Till
             we
             prepare
             our
             Gift
             he
             must
             remain
             .
          
           
             As
             for
             his
             Passage
             we
             will
             all
             provide
             ,
          
           
             And
             chiefly
             I
             that
             do
             the
             Scepter
             bear
             .
          
           
             To
             whom
             the
             wise
             Ulysses
             thus
             repli'd
             :
          
           
             Renown'd
             Alcinous
             that
             Reignest
             here
             ,
          
           
             Though
             a
             whole
             year
             you
             should
             command
             my
             stay
             ,
          
           
             It
             will
             not
             trouble
             me
             .
             Nay
             ,
             that
             I
             'd
             chuse
             ,
          
           
             Since
             you
             intend
             to
             send
             me
             rich
             away
             :
          
           
             For
             I
             am
             sure
             I
             shall
             no
             honour
             lo
             e
          
           
             By
             coming
             richly
             home
             .
             Kings
             that
             have
             store
          
           
             Of
             wealth
             ,
             are
             better
             commonly
             obey'd
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             by
             their
             Subjects
             are
             respected
             more
             ,
          
           
             Than
             those
             whose
             Treasuries
             and
             Chests
             are
             void
             .
          
           
             There
             be
             (
             the
             King
             said
             )
             many
             ▪
             that
             can
             lie
             ;
          
           
             But
             there
             is
             form
             and
             sense
             in
             all
             you
             say
             :
          
           
             Both
             your
             own
             Fate
             you
             tell
             with
             Harmony
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             Greeks
             with
             whom
             you
             went
             to
             Troy.
          
           
             I
             should
             be
             well
             content
             to
             sit
             up
             here
          
           
             All
             the
             night
             long
             ,
             so
             you
             would
             undertake
          
           
             To
             tell
             me
             ev'ry
             thing
             that
             you
             saw
             there
             .
          
           
             To
             him
             Ulysses
             then
             did
             answer
             make
             :
          
           
             Renowned
             King
             Alcinous
             ,
             you
             know
          
           
             There
             is
             a
             time
             for
             talk
             ,
             a
             time
             for
             rest
             ;
          
           
             But
             since
             you
             long
             to
             hear
             ,
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             now
          
           
             VVhom
             else
             I
             saw
             ,
             and
             what
             Fate
             them
             oppres●
             .
          
           
             And
             first
             the
             saddest
             end
             of
             those
             that
             had
          
           
             Escap'd
             the
             fury
             of
             the
             Enemy
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             their
             Countries
             landed
             were
             and
             glad
             ,
          
           
             VVere
             murther'd
             by
             a
             womans
             Treachery
             .
          
           
             The
             Female
             Ghosts
             scatter'd
             by
             Proserpine
             ,
          
           
             Some
             one
             way
             ,
             some
             another
             ,
             thither
             came
          
           
             Atrides
             Soul
             ,
             first
             of
             the
             Masculine
             ;
          
           
             And
             others
             with
             him
             ,
             whose
             Fat●s
             were
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             No
             sooner
             he
             the
             blood
             had
             tasted
             ,
             but
          
           
             He
             knew
             me
             ,
             sorely
             wept
             ,
             and
             would
             have
             cast
          
           
             His
             arms
             about
             my
             waste
             ,
             but
             could
             not
             do
             't
             :
          
           
             For
             now
             alas
             his
             strength
             was
             gone
             and
             past
             .
          
           
             I
             griev'd
             to
             see
             him
             ,
             and
             thus
             to
             h●m
             said
             :
          
           
             King
             Agamemnon
             ,
             what
             Fate
             brought
             you
             hither
             ?
          
           
             VVere
             you
             by
             Neptune
             on
             the
             Sea
             b●tra●'d
             ,
          
           
             And
             hither
             sent
             by
             sury
             of
             the
             weather
             ?
          
           
             Or
             landing
             to
             finde
             Booty
             ,
             met
             with
             Death
             ?
          
           
             Or
             else
             besieging
             of
             some
             Town
             were
             slain
             ?
          
           
             Or
             for
             ●a●r
             women
             were
             bereav'd
             of
             breath
             ?
          
           
             Then
             Agamemnon
             answer'd
             me
             again
             :
          
           
             Noble
             Ulysses
             ,
             I
             lost
             not
             my
             life
          
           
             By
             Neptunes
             sury
             ,
             nor
             in
             fight
             at
             Land
          
           
             For
             Boo●y
             or
             for
             women
             ;
             but
             my
             wife
             .
          
           
             Did
             basely
             kill
             me
             by
             Aegistus
             hand
             .
          
           
             A●
             my
             first
             landing
             he
             invited
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             slew
             me
             ●hen
             when
             I
             at
             Supper
             sate
             .
          
           
           
             Just
             as
             a
             man
             would
             kill
             a
             Cow
             ,
             so
             he
          
           
             Kill'd
             me
             .
             There
             's
             no
             such
             woful
             death
             as
             that
             .
          
           
             My
             Friends
             were
             butcher'd
             like
             so
             many
             Swine
             ,
          
           
             Which
             when
             within
             a
             mighty
             rich
             mans
             Hall
          
           
             Numbers
             of
             men
             invited
             are
             to
             dine
          
           
             At
             Wedding
             ,
             or
             at
             Feast
             ,
             are
             made
             to
             fall
             .
          
           
             You
             very
             many
             men
             have
             seen
             to
             die
          
           
             In
             ranged
             Battle
             ,
             and
             in
             single
             fight
             ;
          
           
             But
             never
             felt
             such
             pity
             certainly
          
           
             As
             you
             had
             felt
             ,
             had
             you
             but
             seen
             this
             sight
             ,
          
           
             How
             we
             'mongst
             Tables
             on
             the
             ground
             did
             lie
          
           
             That
             ran
             with
             blood
             .
             But
             my
             heart
             most
             did
             ru●
          
           
             To
             hear
             
               Cassandra
               ,
               Priams
            
             Daughter
             cry
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             close
             beside
             me
             Clytemnestra
             sl●w
             .
          
           
             Then
             though
             I
             were
             at
             the
             last
             gasp
             ,
             I
             trid
          
           
             If
             groaping
             I
             might
             finde
             my
             fallen
             Sword
             :
          
           
             But
             the
             curst
             woman
             pusht
             it
             from
             my
             side
             .
          
           
             I
             di'd
             ,
             to
             close
             mine
             eyes
             she
             'd
             not
             afford
             .
          
           
             Nothing
             so
             cruel
             as
             a
             woman
             yet
          
           
             Did
             nature
             e're
             produce
             ;
             a
             thought
             so
             ill
          
           
             In
             any
             other
             breast
             did
             never
             fit
             ,
          
           
             As
             her
             own
             loving
             Husbands
             blood
             to
             spill
             .
          
           
             Yet
             this
             my
             Wife
             ,
             to
             the
             Eternal
             shame
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             Sex
             ,
             not
             only
             of
             the
             bad
             ,
          
           
             But
             ev'n
             of
             those
             that
             have
             no
             evil
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             Be●rai'd
             my
             life
             ,
             and
             of
             my
             death
             was
             glad
             .
          
           
             Jove
             meant
             to
             Atreus
             Seed
             (
             said
             I
             )
             great
             sp●ght
          
           
             By
             Woman-kinde
             .
             By
             H●llen
             first
             .
             At
             Troy
          
           
             For
             her
             sake
             many
             lost
             their
             lives
             in
             sight
             ,
          
           
             And
             Clytemnestra
             now
             did
             you
             be●ray
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             (
             said
             Agam●m●on
             )
             never
             trust
          
           
             A
             woman
             more
             ,
             although
             she
             be
             your
             own
             .
          
           
             Tell
             her
             not
             all
             you
             think
             .
             Somewhat
             you
             must
             ▪
          
           
             And
             somewhat
             keep
             t'
             your
             self
             ,
             to
             her
             unknown
             ▪
          
           
             But
             you
             Ulysses
             need
             not
             fear
             your
             wife
             ,
          
           
             Icareus
             Daughter
             ,
             fair
             Penelope
             ;
          
           
             She
             loves
             you
             better
             than
             to
             take
             your
             life
             :
          
           
             A
             wife
             so
             wise
             will
             scorn
             disloyalty
             .
          
           
             When
             we
             for
             Troy
             set
             forth
             together
             ,
             then
          
           
             She
             gave
             suck
             to
             your
             Son
             ;
             but
             he
             is
             grown
          
           
           
             A
             man
             by
             this
             time
             ,
             and
             takes
             place
             with
             men
             ;
          
           
             Is
             rich
             ,
             and
             one
             day
             shall
             his
             Father
             own
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             and
             you
             at
             home
             embrace
             each
             other
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             was
             not
             allow'd
             my
             Son
             to
             see
             ;
          
           
             But
             was
             first
             murder'd
             by
             his
             wicked
             Mother
             .
          
           
             Now
             hear
             ye
             ,
             If
             you
             will
             be
             rul'd
             by
             me
             ,
          
           
             Let
             no
             man
             know
             before-hand
             ,
             when
             and
             where
             ▪
          
           
             You
             mean
             to
             land
             in
             Ithaca
             .
             Beware
          
           
             Of
             suffering
             your
             Bark
             in
             sight
             t'
             appear
             .
          
           
             Remember
             still
             ,
             Women
             unfaithful
             are
             .
          
           
             But
             tell
             me
             ,
             have
             you
             nothing
             all
             this
             while
          
           
             Heard
             of
             my
             Son
             Orestes
             ?
             whether
             he
          
           
             At
             Sparta
             with
             his
             Uncle
             be
             ,
             or
             Pyle
             :
          
           
             For
             dead
             he
             is
             not
             ,
             I
             know
             certainly
             .
          
           
             Alas
             (
             said
             I
             )
             Atrides
             ,
             How
             should
             I
          
           
             That
             wand'ring
             was
             at
             Sea
             ,
             hear
             any
             news
          
           
             VVhether
             alive
             or
             dead
             he
             be
             ?
             Or
             why
          
           
             Should
             I
             with
             Tales
             uncertain
             you
             abuse
             ?
          
           
             Discoursing
             thus
             ,
             and
             weeping
             ,
             there
             we
             stood
             ,
          
           
             VVhen
             Great
             Achilles
             Soul
             appear'd
             to
             us
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             him
             also
             the
             two
             Spirits
             good
          
           
             Of
             stout
             Patroclus
             ,
             and
             Antilochus
             .
          
           
             The
             Soul
             of
             Ajax
             ,
             Son
             of
             Telamon
             ,
          
           
             VVas
             also
             there
             ,
             who
             '
             m●ngst
             those
             Warriours
             tall
             ▪
          
           
             The
             goodliest
             Person
             was
             ,
             except
             the
             Son
          
           
             Of
             Peleus
             ,
             who
             did
             much
             excel
             them
             all
             .
          
           
             Achilles
             drank
             ,
             and
             presently
             me
             knew
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             ,
             what
             brought
             you
             to
             Hell
             ?
          
           
             VVhat
             Plot
             upon
             the
             Dead
             you
             hither
             drew
             ,
          
           
             VVhere
             none
             but
             shades
             of
             wretched
             mortals
             dwell
             ?
          
           
             Achilles
             (
             said
             I
             )
             I
             was
             forc't
             to
             come
          
           
             T'
             inquire
             of
             th'
             VVizard
             ,
             old
             Tiresias
             ,
          
           
             VVhat
             the
             Fates
             say
             about
             my
             going
             home
             ,
          
           
             VVhether
             or
             no
             ,
             and
             how
             't
             will
             come
             to
             pass
             .
          
           
             For
             since
             I
             came
             from
             Troy
             I
             have
             not
             seen
          
           
             Nor
             Itha●a
             ,
             nor
             any
             Grecian
             shore
             :
          
           
             For
             tost
             and
             crost
             at
             Sea
             I
             still
             have
             been
             ;
          
           
             But
             you
             are
             now
             as
             well
             as
             heretofore
             .
          
           
             Like
             any
             God
             we
             honour'd
             you
             at
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             And
             here
             among
             the
             Ghosts
             you
             are
             obey'd
             .
          
           
           
             Death
             hath
             not
             chang'd
             your
             state
             .
             You
             still
             enjoy
          
           
             A
             Regal
             Power
             .
             To
             this
             Achilles
             said
             :
          
           
             Talk
             not
             to
             me
             of
             Honour
             here
             in
             Hell
             ;
          
           
             I
             'd
             rather
             serve
             a
             Clown
             on
             earth
             for
             bread
             ,
          
           
             Than
             be
             of
             all
             things
             Incorporeal
          
           
             That
             are
             ,
             or
             ever
             shall
             be
             ,
             Supreme
             Head.
          
           
             But
             tell
             me
             of
             my
             Son
             Neoptolemus
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             he
             came
             to
             Troy
             ,
             and
             how
             he
             sought
             ;
          
           
             And
             of
             my
             aged
             Father
             P●leus
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             he
             keep
             his
             place
             ,
             or
             be
             put
             out
             .
          
           
             For
             since
             much
             time
             his
             vigour
             hath
             decai'd
             ,
          
           
             Some
             Foe
             ,
             it
             may
             be
             ,
             hath
             usurp't
             his
             place
          
           
             I●
             Pthia
             ,
             and
             in
             Hellas
             where
             he
             swai'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             put
             him
             with
             his
             people
             in
             disgrace
             .
          
           
             But
             were
             I
             now
             above
             ,
             and
             strong
             as
             then
          
           
             When
             for
             the
             Greeks
             I
             ●ought
             at
             Ilium
             ,
          
           
             And
             slew
             so
             many
             of
             their
             bravest
             men
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             my
             aged
             Fathers
             house
             should
             come
             ;
          
           
             If
             there
             I
             were
             ,
             't
             would
             not
             be
             very
             long
          
           
             Before
             I
             made
             some
             of
             their
             hearts
             to
             ake
          
           
             That
             go
             about
             to
             do
             my
             Father
             wrong
             ,
          
           
             And
             would
             by
             force
             his
             Honour
             from
             him
             take
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             had
             done
             ,
             I
             made
             him
             answer
             thus
             :
          
           
             Concerning
             
               Peleus
               ▪
            
             I
             can
             nothing
             say
             ;
          
           
             But
             of
             your
             Son
             ,
             stout
             Neoptolemus
             ,
          
           
             I
             know
             enough
             ;
             't
             was
             I
             brought
             him
             to
             Troy
          
           
             From
             Scyros
             Isle
             .
             In
             Councel
             always
             he
          
           
             First
             spake
             his
             minde
             ,
             and
             never
             spake
             but
             well
             .
          
           
             Nestor
             ,
             and
             I
             sometimes
             ,
             and
             only
             we
          
           
             Th'
             advice
             he
             gave
             were
             able
             to
             refel
             .
          
           
             In
             fight
             he
             sought
             no
             shelter
             in
             the
             throng
             ,
          
           
             But
             ever
             out
             he
             ran
             before
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             To
             shew
             his
             courage
             and
             his
             strength
             among
          
           
             Those
             Foes
             that
             were
             in
             Troy
             esteem'd
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             The
             names
             of
             all
             he
             slew
             I
             cannot
             tell
             ;
          
           
             They
             are
             too
             many
             .
             But
             't
             was
             by
             his
             Sword
          
           
             That
             Great
             Eurypylus
             in
             Battle
             fell
             ,
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             Trojan
             Aids
             the
             goodli'st
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             Excepting
             Memnon
             .
             After
             ,
             when
             we
             were
          
           
             Within
             the
             Wooden-Horse
             conceal'd
             ,
             and
             I
          
           
           
             The
             power
             had
             of
             ord'ring
             all
             things
             there
             ,
          
           
             I
             never
             saw
             your
             Son
             to
             wipe
             his
             eye
             ,
          
           
             Or
             to
             wax
             pale
             ,
             as
             many
             of
             us
             did
             .
          
           
             He
             ever
             longed
             to
             be
             set
             on
             land
          
           
             From
             out
             the
             hole
             in
             which
             we
             all
             lay
             hid
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             his
             Hilt
             he
             often
             put
             his
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             often
             to
             his
             Spear
             .
             And
             when
             at
             last
          
           
             We
             won
             and
             rifled
             had
             the
             Town
             of
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             He
             home
             into
             his
             Country
             safely
             past
             ,
          
           
             His
             ship
             well
             laden
             with
             his
             part
             o'
             th'
             prey
             .
          
           
             And
             which
             is
             more
             ,
             he
             came
             off
             safe
             and
             sound
             ,
          
           
             Though
             Mars
             each
             way
             threw
             deaths
             and
             wounds
             about
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             croud
             ,
             he
             ne'r
             received
             wound
          
           
             Neither
             from
             them
             that
             shot
             ,
             nor
             them
             that
             fought
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             swift
             Achilles
             Soul
             retir'd
             ,
          
           
             Strutting
             into
             the
             Mead
             of
             Asphod●l
             ,
          
           
             Proud
             of
             his
             Son
             ,
             to
             hear
             what
             he
             desir'd
             .
          
           
             Then
             other
             grieved
             Souls
             their
             stories
             tell
             .
          
           
             Only
             the
             Soul
             of
             Ajax
             stood
             off
             mute
          
           
             And
             sullen
             ,
             because
             I
             did
             from
             him
             bear
          
           
             Achill●s
             Armour
             in
             that
             sad
             Dispute
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Pallas
             and
             the
             Trojans
             Judges
             were
             .
          
           
             I
             would
             I
             had
             not
             had
             that
             Victory
             ,
          
           
             Which
             cost
             the
             life
             of
             him
             that
             was
             the
             most
          
           
             Admir'd
             by
             all
             ,
             for
             form
             and
             Chivalry
             ,
          
           
             Except
             Achilles
             ,
             in
             the
             Argive
             Host.
          
           
             I
             gently
             to
             him
             spake
             .
             Ajax
             ,
             said
             I
             ,
          
           
             Forget
             that
             cursed
             Armour
             now
             at
             last
             ;
          
           
             And
             since
             you
             dead
             are
             ,
             let
             your
             anger
             die
             :
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             the
             Gods
             determin'd
             had
             to
             cast
          
           
             Those
             Arms
             amongst
             us
             for
             a
             punishment
             ,
          
           
             Offended
             with
             us
             ,
             what
             e're
             was
             the
             matter
             ,
          
           
             And
             us'd
             them
             as
             an
             Engine
             ,
             with
             intent
          
           
             Our
             greatest
             Tower
             ,
             which
             was
             your self
             ,
             to
             batter
             .
          
           
             For
             whom
             the
             Argives
             did
             lament
             no
             less
          
           
             Than
             for
             
               Achilles
               ,
               Thetis
            
             Son.
             Come
             nigh
             ,
          
           
             And
             hear
             what
             I
             can
             answer
             ,
             and
             suppress
          
           
             Your
             mighty
             heart
             a
             while
             .
             So
             ended
             I.
          
           
             To
             this
             just
             nothing
             he
             repli'd
             ,
             but
             went
          
           
             Int
             '
             Erebus
             'mongst
             other
             Shadows
             dim
             ;
          
           
           
             Yet
             there
             ,
             I
             think
             ,
             he
             would
             have
             been
             content
          
           
             To
             speak
             to
             me
             ,
             if
             I
             to
             speak
             to
             him
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             desired
             other
             Souls
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             Then
             Minos
             there
             ,
             the
             Son
             of
             Jove
             I
             saw
          
           
             With
             Golden
             Scepter
             ,
             dealing
             Equity
          
           
             To
             Souls
             that
             stood
             ,
             and
             sate
             to
             hear
             the
             Law.
          
           
             Next
             after
             him
             I
             saw
             the
             Great
             Orion
             ;
          
           
             A
             mighty
             Club
             he
             carried
             in
             his
             hand
             ;
          
           
             And
             hunted
             the
             wilde
             Boar
             ,
             and
             Bear
             ,
             and
             Lion
             ,
          
           
             Which
             when
             he
             lived
             he
             had
             kill'd
             on
             Land.
          
           
             There
             also
             saw
             I
             ●itius
             .
             He
             lay
          
           
             Upon
             his
             back
             ,
             strerch'●
             out
             full
             acres
             nine
             .
          
           
             He
             the
             fair
             Leto
             had
             upon
             the
             way
          
           
             To
             Pytho
             injur'd
             ;
             
               Leto
               Jov●s
            
             Concubine
             .
          
           
             Two
             Vultures
             on
             his
             breast
             ,
             on
             each
             side
             one
          
           
             Sate
             dipping
             of
             their
             Beaks
             into
             his
             Liver
             .
          
           
             He
             stirreth
             not
             ,
             but
             lets
             them
             still
             alone
             ;
          
           
             And
             thus
             devouring
             it
             ,
             they
             stay
             for
             ever
             .
          
           
             And
             Tantalus
             I
             saw
             up
             to
             the
             Chin
          
           
             In
             water
             cleas
             ,
             and
             longing
             sore
             to
             drink
             ;
          
           
             But
             as
             he
             bow'd
             himself
             to
             take
             it
             in
             ,
          
           
             Some
             Devil
             always
             made
             the
             water
             sink
             .
          
           
             Close
             o're
             his
             head
             hung
             pleasant
             Fruit
             ,
             and
             ripe
          
           
             Pears
             and
             Pomegranats
             ,
             Olives
             ,
             Apples
             ,
             Figs
             ;
          
           
             Which
             ever
             when
             he
             ready
             was
             to
             gripe
             ,
          
           
             A
             sudden
             winde
             still
             whiskt
             away
             the
             Twigs
             .
          
           
             And
             Sisyphus
             I
             saw
             ,
             who
             'gainst
             the
             Hill
          
           
             With
             hands
             and
             feet
             a
             heavy
             stone
             doth
             roll
             ;
          
           
             But
             when
             unto
             the
             top
             he
             brings
             it
             ,
             still
          
           
             The
             naughty
             stone
             salls
             back
             into
             the
             hole
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             't
             he
             goes
             afresh
             ,
             with
             no
             less
             pain
          
           
             He
             heaves
             and
             sweats
             ,
             and
             dusty
             is
             all
             o're
             ;
          
           
             And
             when
             't
             is
             up
             ,
             he
             labour'd
             has
             in
             vain
             ,
          
           
             For
             still
             it
             serves
             him
             as
             it
             did
             before
             .
          
           
             Then
             Hercules
             I
             saw
             ,
             I
             mean
             his
             Spright
             ,
          
           
             For
             he
             is
             with
             th
             Immortal
             Gods
             above
             ,
          
           
             And
             taken
             has
             to
             wife
             Hebe
             the
             bright
             ,
          
           
             Daughter
             of
             Juno
             ,
             and
             of
             Mighty
             Jove
             .
          
           
             The
             dead
             about
             him
             made
             a
             fearful
             cry
             ,
          
           
             Like
             frighted
             Fowl.
             A
             Golden
             Belt
             he
             wore
          
           
           
             With
             wilde
             Beasts
             wrought
             ,
             &
             slaughters
             cunningly
             ,
          
           
             The
             like
             shall
             never
             be
             ,
             nor
             was
             before
             .
          
           
             He
             saw
             ,
             and
             knew
             me
             presently
             ,
             and
             spake
             ;
          
           
             Renown'd
             Ulysses
             ,
             why
             left
             you
             the
             light
             ?
          
           
             Alas
             ,
             were
             you
             constrain'd
             to
             undertake
          
           
             This
             task
             ,
             as
             I
             was
             ,
             by
             a
             meaner
             Wight
             ?
          
           
             Who
             ,
             though
             Joves
             Son
             I
             was
             ,
             did
             me
             constrain
          
           
             Full
             many
             other
             labours
             t'undergo
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             thought
             this
             would
             put
             me
             to
             most
             pain
             ,
          
           
             Th'
             Infernal
             Dog
             upon
             the
             Earth
             to
             show
             .
          
           
             I
             did
             it
             though
             ,
             and
             drag'd
             him
             up
             to
             th'light
             ,
          
           
             By
             
             Mercury's
             ,
             and
             by
             Athenas
             aid
             .
          
           
             Having
             thus
             said
             ,
             he
             vanisht
             out
             of
             sight
          
           
             'Mongst
             other
             Phantoms
             .
             But
             I
             still
             there
             staid
             ,
          
           
             Hoping
             more
             Hero's
             of
             th'
             old
             time
             to
             see
             ;
          
           
             And
             more
             had
             surely
             seen
             of
             Heav'nly
             Race
             ,
          
           
             
               Theseus
               ,
               Pirythous
            
             ,
             whom
             t
             'had
             pleased
             me
             ,
          
           
             If
             longer
             I
             had
             dar'd
             to
             keep
             my
             place
             .
          
           
             For
             then
             ,
             from
             out
             of
             Hell
             ,
             with
             hideous
             cry
             ,
          
           
             Thousands
             of
             Souls
             about
             me
             gathered
             ,
          
           
             And
             frighted
             me
             ;
             but
             most
             afraid
             was
             I
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             Proserpine
             should
             send
             out
             Gorgons
             Head.
          
           
             Then
             went
             I
             to
             my
             Ship
             and
             Company
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             a
             while
             our
             Oars
             at
             Sea
             we
             pli'd
             :
          
           
             But
             after
             we
             were
             on
             the
             Main
             ,
             then
             we
          
           
             A
             fair
             Gale
             had
             ,
             and
             past
             the
             Ocean
             wide
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           LIB
           .
           XII
           .
        
         
           
             THence
             over
             th'
             Ocean
             back
             we
             come
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             Isle
             Aeea
             we
             arrive
             .
          
           
             There
             are
             the
             Bowers
             of
             Aurora
             gay
             ;
          
           
             There
             't
             is
             that
             Phoebus
             doth
             the
             day
             revive
             :
          
           
             And
             there
             we
             disimbark
             upon
             the
             Sand
             ,
          
           
             And
             having
             slept
             a
             while
             ,
             attend
             the
             day
             .
          
           
             When
             day
             was
             come
             ,
             my
             Fellows
             I
             command
          
           
             To
             fetch
             Elpenors
             body
             dead
             away
             .
          
           
             With
             wood
             from
             off
             a
             Promontory
             near
             ,
          
           
             Weeping
             ,
             his
             body
             we
             to
             ashes
             burn
          
           
             Together
             with
             his
             Arms
             ,
             and
             th'
             earth
             we
             rear
          
           
             (
             To
             be
             a
             Monument
             )
             upon
             his
             Urn
             ;
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             same
             we
             fix
             his
             Oar
             upright
             .
          
           
             These
             Ceremonies
             done
             ,
             came
             the
             Divine
          
           
             Circe
             ,
             that
             knew
             we
             landed
             were
             that
             night
             .
          
           
             Her
             Maids
             brought
             to
             us
             bread
             ,
             and
             meat
             ,
             &
             wint
             .
          
           
             And
             standing
             in
             the
             midst
             ,
             Poor
             men
             (
             said
             she
             )
          
           
             That
             come
             from
             Hell
             ,
             and
             thither
             must
             again
             ;
          
           
             Twice-mortals
             ,
             take
             your
             food
             ,
             and
             merry
             be
          
           
             With
             flesh
             and
             lusty
             wine
             ,
             forget
             your
             pain
             .
          
           
             To
             morrow
             you
             shall
             sail
             again
             ,
             and
             I
          
           
             Will
             to
             you
             all
             your
             dangers
             open
             lay
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             you
             by
             some
             malicious
             subtilty
             ,
          
           
             By
             Land
             or
             Sea
             ,
             should
             perish
             by
             the
             way
             .
          
           
             This
             pleas'd
             us
             well
             ,
             and
             all
             day
             long
             we
             sate
          
           
             Eating
             and
             drinking
             Wine
             ,
             until
             't
             was
             dark
             ,
          
           
             And
             somewhat
             e're
             we
             saw
             it
             evening
             late
             ,
          
           
             My
             Mates
             lay
             down
             to
             sleep
             beside
             the
             Bark
             .
          
           
             Then
             Circe
             led
             me
             by
             the
             hand
             aside
             ,
          
           
             And
             askt
             me
             all
             that
             I
             had
             seen
             in
             Hell
             ;
          
           
           
             Nor
             any
             thing
             at
             all
             from
             her
             I
             hide
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             well
             ,
             said
             she
             .
             Now
             hear
             what
             I
             you
             tell
             .
          
           
             First
             you
             must
             pass
             the
             Sirens
             ,
             who
             invite
          
           
             All
             Passengers
             that
             Sail
             before
             the
             place
          
           
             To
             land
             .
             But
             whosoever
             lands
             ,
             that
             night
          
           
             Of
             's
             Wise
             and
             Children
             ne're
             more
             sees
             the
             face
             .
          
           
             These
             Sirens
             in
             a
             Meadow
             sit
             and
             sing
             ,
          
           
             Where
             dead
             mens
             bones
             in
             heaps
             about
             them
             lie
          
           
             Rotting
             ,
             and
             rivel'd
             skins
             lie
             scattering
             .
          
           
             Pass
             on
             ,
             and
             their
             enchanting
             Musick
             fly
             .
          
           
             Command
             your
             Mates
             to
             tie
             you
             to
             the
             Mast
             ;
          
           
             And
             that
             if
             you
             make
             signes
             to
             be
             set
             free
             ,
          
           
             They
             heed
             you
             not
             ,
             but
             binde
             you
             still
             more
             fast
             ,
          
           
             That
             you
             alone
             may
             hear
             their
             melody
             .
          
           
             Dam
             up
             your
             Fellows
             ears
             with
             chased
             wax
             .
          
           
             When
             you
             are
             gotten
             out
             of
             hearing
             quite
             ,
          
           
             And
             have
             the
             Sirens
             far
             off
             at
             your
             backs
             ,
          
           
             Another
             danger
             soon
             will
             come
             in
             sight
             .
          
           
             Two
             ways
             ●here
             are
             ;
             but
             which
             of
             them
             to
             take
          
           
             I
             'll
             not
             advise
             you
             ,
             both
             of
             them
             are
             naught
             .
          
           
             Your self
             upon
             the
             place
             your
             judgment
             make
             ,
          
           
             Of
             which
             I
             'll
             give
             you
             only
             a
             short
             draught
             .
          
           
             Two
             Rocks
             there
             be
             that
             with
             inclining
             brow
          
           
             Hang
             o're
             the
             Sea
             ,
             which
             roaring
             runs
             between
             ;
          
           
             By
             th'
             name
             of
             Wanderers
             the
             Gods
             them
             know
             ,
          
           
             Because
             in
             changed
             posture
             they
             are
             seen
             .
          
           
             Whereof
             the
             one
             does
             to
             such
             height
             ascend
             ,
          
           
             That
             never
             any
             Birds
             that
             way
             take
             wing
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             fearful
             Doves
             when
             they
             to
             Heaven
             tend
             ,
          
           
             Ambro●ia
             to
             th'
             Immortal
             Gods
             to
             bring
             .
          
           
             One
             of
             these
             Rocks
             doth
             vanish
             now
             and
             then
             ,
          
           
             But
             Jove
             still
             sets
             another
             in
             its
             stead
             .
          
           
             This
             way
             ne're
             ship
             did
             safely
             carry
             men
             ,
          
           
             But
             dash'd
             was
             'gainst
             the
             Rocks
             ,
             and
             perished
             .
          
           
             The
             good
             ship
             Argo
             only
             pass'd
             that
             way
          
           
             To
             and
             from
             Co●chos
             safely
             ;
             yet
             that
             too
          
           
             Had
             perish'd
             ,
             but
             that
             Juno
             did
             convey
          
           
             The
             same
             (
             for
             love
             she
             bare
             to
             Jason
             )
             through
             .
          
           
             The
             other
             Rock
             unmov'd
             ,
             with
             pointed
             head
             ,
          
           
             Pierceth
             the
             Clouds
             ,
             and
             reaches
             to
             the
             Sky
          
           
           
             In
             Winter
             ,
             and
             in
             Summer's
             covered
             ,
          
           
             And
             wrapped
             up
             in
             Mists
             perpetually
             .
          
           
             Nor
             could
             a
             mortal
             man
             climb
             up
             unto
             't
             ,
          
           
             Although
             he
             were
             indu'd
             with
             twenty
             hands
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             as
             many
             nimble
             feet
             to
             boot
             ,
          
           
             So
             smooth
             it
             is
             ,
             and
             so
             upright
             it
             stands
             .
          
           
             I'
             th'
             midst
             o'
             th'
             Rock
             you
             'll
             see
             a
             Cavern
             dark
          
           
             That
             looketh
             Westward
             .
             That
             way
             you
             must
             row
             .
          
           
             The
             mouth
             o'
             th'
             Cave
             is
             more
             above
             your
             Ba●k
          
           
             Than
             th'
             youngest
             man
             can
             shoot
             to
             with
             a
             Bowe
             .
          
           
             There
             't
             is
             that
             Scylla
             dwells
             and
             barks
             :
             her
             voice
          
           
             Like
             to
             a
             Lions
             whelps
             voice
             is
             ;
             but
             she
          
           
             A
             mighty
             Monster
             is
             ;
             't
             would
             not
             rejoyce
          
           
             A
             God
             ,
             much
             less
             a
             man
             her
             shape
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             Twelve
             feet
             she
             has
             in
             all
             ,
             and
             ugly
             ones
             .
          
           
             Six
             huge
             long
             necks
             ;
             and
             to
             each
             neck
             a
             head
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             each
             head
             for
             teeth
             sh'
             has
             rows
             of
             bones
             ,
          
           
             And
             every
             row
             of
             them
             envenomed
             .
          
           
             Half
             of
             her
             body
             in
             the
             Cave
             she
             hides
             ;
          
           
             But
             all
             her
             Heads
             she
             putteth
             out
             ,
             and
             watches
          
           
             For
             Dog-fish
             ,
             Dolphins
             ,
             and
             what
             Fish
             besides
          
           
             The
             Sea
             affords
             ,
             and
             Whales
             she
             sometimes
             catches
             .
          
           
             Ne're
             did
             bold
             Sailer
             boast
             that
             pass'd
             that
             way
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             had
             scaped
             safely
             by
             her
             Den
             ;
          
           
             Or
             that
             a
             mouth
             of
             hers
             did
             want
             its
             prey
             ,
          
           
             But
             from
             him
             snatch'd
             away
             some
             of
             his
             men
             .
          
           
             The
             Rock
             that
             's
             opposite
             is
             not
             so
             high
             ,
          
           
             But
             there
             the
             passage
             is
             exceeding
             narrow
             .
          
           
             For
             you
             ,
             ●lysses
             ,
             if
             you
             please
             to
             try
             ,
          
           
             From
             side
             to
             side
             can
             eas'ly
             shoot
             an
             Arrow
             .
          
           
             Out
             of
             this
             Rock
             grows
             a
             great
             Sycamore
             ,
          
           
             Under
             the
             which
             Charybdis
             hidden
             lies
             ,
          
           
             And
             suddenly
             the
             water
             does
             devour
             ,
          
           
             And
             suddenly
             again
             she
             makes
             it
             rise
             .
          
           
             Thrice
             in
             a
             day
             the
             water
             rises
             high
             ,
          
           
             And
             thrice
             a
             day
             again
             the
             same
             doth
             fall
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             it
             falls
             ,
             take
             heed
             you
             be
             not
             nigh
             ;
          
           
             Keep
             
             Scylla-side
             ;
             better
             lose
             six
             than
             all
             .
          
           
             When
             she
             had
             made
             an
             end
             :
             Goddess
             ,
             said
             I
             ,
          
           
             Tell
             me
             I
             pray
             you
             when
             I
             have
             got
             free
          
           
           
             From
             th'
             evil
             which
             Charybdis
             means
             me
             ,
             why
          
           
             On
             Scylla
             I
             may
             not
             avenged
             be
             .
          
           
             Fie
             ,
             fie
             ,
             quoth
             she
             ,
             are
             you
             at
             ●ighting
             still
             ?
          
           
             Dare
             you
             against
             the
             Gods
             oppose
             your
             might
             ?
          
           
             For
             Scylla
             is
             an
             everlasting
             ill
             .
          
           
             Row
             on
             apace
             ,
             and
             save
             your selves
             by
             flight
             .
          
           
             'Gainst
             such
             a
             Monster
             remedy
             there
             's
             none
             ,
          
           
             But
             row
             as
             fast
             as
             e're
             you
             can
             away
             .
          
           
             For
             if
             you
             stay
             to
             put
             your
             Armour
             on
             ,
          
           
             She
             'll
             stoop
             again
             ,
             and
             take
             another
             prey
             .
          
           
             Row
             swiftly
             on
             ,
             and
             to
             Cratais
             cry
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             her
             Belly
             the
             ●oul
             Monster
             bore
             ,
          
           
             And
             she
             will
             keep
             her
             in
             as
             you
             go
             by
             ,
          
           
             That
             she
             shall
             not
             assault
             you
             any
             more
             .
          
           
             Next
             at
             
             Thrinacia-Isle
             you
             shall
             arrive
             ,
          
           
             Where
             feed
             the
             Suns
             broad-horned
             Kine
             &
             sheep
             .
          
           
             Sev'n
             Herds
             there
             be
             ,
             in
             each
             one
             ten
             times
             five
             ,
          
           
             As
             many
             Flocks
             ,
             which
             Sols
             two
             Daughters
             keep
             ,
          
           
             Phaetusa
             and
             Lampetio
             Divine
             ;
          
           
             Their
             Mother
             was
             Neaera
             that
             did
             bear
          
           
             And
             bring
             them
             up
             ,
             and
             to
             them
             did
             assigne
          
           
             The
             keeping
             of
             their
             Fathers
             Cattle
             there
             .
          
           
             These
             if
             you
             suffer
             quietly
             to
             feed
             ,
          
           
             You
             shall
             get
             home
             again
             ,
             though
             with
             some
             pain
             ;
          
           
             But
             if
             you
             hurt
             them
             ,
             know
             it
             is
             decreed
          
           
             Your
             ship
             and
             men
             shall
             perish
             in
             the
             Main
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             your self
             you
             save
             ,
             your
             ship
             you
             'll
             loose
             ,
          
           
             And
             Mates
             ,
             and
             in
             your
             passage
             finde
             delay
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Rosie-finger'd
             morning
             rose
             ,
          
           
             And
             Circe
             up
             the
             Island
             went
             her
             way
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             went
             to
             my
             ship
             ,
             and
             call'd
             my
             Crew
          
           
             To
             come
             aboard
             .
             Aboard
             they
             quickly
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             sitting
             each
             man
             in
             his
             order
             due
             ,
          
           
             With
             stroak
             of
             Oars
             they
             make
             the
             grey
             Sea
             foam
             .
          
           
             The
             Goddess
             Circe
             also
             was
             so
             kinde
             ,
          
           
             As
             when
             we
             were
             gone
             off
             ,
             and
             sails
             had
             spread
             ,
          
           
             To
             fill
             them
             with
             a
             favourable
             winde
             .
          
           
             So
             sate
             we
             while
             the
             Steers-man
             governed
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             my
             Mates
             with
             heavy
             heart
             I
             spake
             :
          
           
             Not
             one
             or
             two
             of
             you
             alone
             must
             hear
          
           
           
             What
             Circ●
             said
             ,
             but
             all
             ,
             that
             you
             may
             take
          
           
             Your
             own
             advice
             ,
             since
             't
             is
             a
             common
             fear
             .
          
           
             You
             must
             not
             hear
             the
             Sirens
             melody
             ,
          
           
             But
             row
             with
             all
             your
             might
             till
             we
             be
             past
             .
          
           
             To
             me
             alone
             she
             gives
             that
             liberty
             ,
          
           
             But
             so
             as
             first
             you
             binde
             me
             to
             the
             Mast.
          
           
             Binde
             me
             you
             must
             upright
             both
             hand
             and
             foot
             ,
          
           
             And
             so
             as
             I
             may
             not
             the
             knot
             unknit
             :
          
           
             And
             if
             I
             wink
             upon
             you
             to
             undo
             't
             ,
          
           
             Then
             take
             more
             Cord
             and
             binde
             me
             faster
             yet
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             I
             my
             Fellows
             thus
             informing
             stood
             ,
          
           
             The
             Island
             of
             the
             Si●…ns
             came
             in
             sight
             :
          
           
             For
             nimble
             was
             our
             ship
             ,
             and
             the
             winde
             good
             ;
          
           
             But
             suddenly
             we
             were
             becalmed
             quite
             .
          
           
             Some
             D●…mon
             sure
             had
             laid
             the
             Waves
             asleep
             .
          
           
             Then
             took
             we
             in
             our
             Sails
             ,
             and
             laid
             them
             by
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             our
             Oars
             in
             hand
             provokt
             the
             Deep
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             milky
             path
             we
             forward
             ply
             .
          
           
             Then
             from
             a
             Ball
             of
             Wax
             I
             pinch
             a
             bit
             ,
          
           
             Chase
             it
             ,
             and
             into
             th'
             ears
             of
             one
             it
             put
             ;
          
           
             And
             so
             to
             all
             in
             order
             as
             they
             sit
             .
          
           
             Which
             soon
             was
             done
             ▪
             ●he
             weather
             being
             hot
             .
          
           
             Then
             streight
             they
             rise
             and
             b●nde
             me
             to
             the
             Mast
          
           
             At
             th'
             arms
             and
             feet
             :
             the
             knot
             behind
             they
             tie
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             upon
             their
             seats
             themselves
             they
             plac'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             row'd
             till
             to
             the
             Island
             we
             were
             nigh
             .
          
           
             When
             to
             the
             Island
             we
             were
             come
             so
             nigh
             ,
          
           
             As
             that
             a
             man
             that
             hollows
             may
             be
             heard
             ,
          
           
             The
             Sirens
             knowing
             when
             we
             should
             come
             by
             ,
          
           
             Had
             tun'd
             themselves
             ,
             and
             had
             their
             Song
             prepar'd
             .
          
           
             Come
             ,
             come
             ,
             much
             prais'd
             Ulysses
             ,
             come
             away
             ,
          
           
             The
             brigh●est
             glory
             of
             the
             Greeks
             come
             near
             :
          
           
             No
             mortal
             man
             did
             ever
             come
             this
             way
             ,
          
           
             That
             did
             not
             to
             our
             Musick
             lend
             an
             ear
             .
          
           
             Delight
             they
             sound
             ,
             and
             wisdom
             carrid
             hence
             .
          
           
             Stay
             ,
             stay
             your
             good
             black
             ship
             ,
             ●orbear
             a
             while
          
           
             To
             beat
             the
             Sea
             ;
             please
             and
             inform
             your
             sense
             .
          
           
             Come
             ,
             disimbark
             your selves
             upon
             our
             Isle
             .
          
           
             We
             know
             what
             feats
             of
             Arms
             were
             done
             at
             Troy
          
           
             Between
             the
             Greeks
             and
             Trojans
             all
             along
             .
          
           
           
             We
             know
             what
             's
             done
             on
             th'
             whole
             earth
             every
             day
             .
          
           
             Come
             ,
             come
             a-land
             ,
             and
             listen
             to
             our
             Song
             ,
          
           
             And
             this
             they
             sung
             with
             so
             much
             harmony
          
           
             And
             sweetness
             in
             their
             voices
             ,
             that
             I
             fain
          
           
             Would
             have
             recovered
             my
             liberty
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             them
             winkt
             ,
             to
             be
             set
             loese
             again
             .
          
           
             But
             't
             would
             not
             be
             .
             My
             Mates
             regard
             my
             words
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             my
             winks
             ,
             and
             sit
             still
             at
             the
             Oar.
          
           
             Euryloch●s
             and
             Perimede
             bring
             Cords
             ,
          
           
             And
             binde
             me
             harder
             than
             they
             did
             before
             .
          
           
             When
             we
             had
             left
             the
             Si●ens
             at
             our
             backs
          
           
             So
             far
             as
             not
             to
             hear
             them
             any
             more
             ,
          
           
             My
             fellows
             from
             their
             ears
             pull
             out
             the
             Wax
             ,
          
           
             And
             me
             unto
             my
             liberty
             restore
             .
          
           
             We
             had
             not
             sailed
             far
             ,
             when
             there
             appear'd
          
           
             An
             angry
             Sea
             before
             us
             all
             in
             smoke
             ;
          
           
             And
             thumping
             of
             the
             mighty
             Waves
             ,
             we
             heard
          
           
             Upon
             the
             stubborn
             Rocks
             at
             every
             stroke
             .
          
           
             Besides
             ,
             the
             Sea
             so
             mighty
             loud
             did
             roar
             ,
          
           
             As
             with
             one
             dismal
             Hum
             it
             fill'd
             the
             Ear
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             my
             Mates
             each
             one
             let
             fall
             his
             Oar
             ,
          
           
             So
             much
             their
             senses
             were
             benum'd
             with
             fear
             .
          
           
             Still
             stood
             the
             Bark
             .
             Then
             I
             among
             them
             go
          
           
             With
             gentle
             words
             ,
             new
             courage
             to
             convey
          
           
             Into
             their
             failing
             hearts
             ,
             to
             make
             them
             row
             ;
          
           
             And
             passing
             by
             ,
             to
             every
             one
             I
             say
             :
          
           
             My
             Friends
             ,
             we
             all
             have
             dangers
             past
             ,
          
           
             And
             greater
             much
             than
             what
             we
             now
             do
             fear
             .
          
           
             Remember
             how
             from
             Polyphemus
             vast
          
           
             By
             my
             good
             conduct
             we
             deliver'd
             were
             .
          
           
             I
             do
             not
             doubt
             but
             you
             remember
             it
             .
          
           
             My
             counsel
             therefore
             also
             now
             obey
             .
          
           
             Row
             close
             along
             the
             shore
             ,
             the
             Gods
             may
             yet
          
           
             Deliver
             us
             ,
             but
             by
             no
             other
             way
             .
          
           
             But
             you
             that
             have
             the
             guiding
             of
             the
             ship
             ,
          
           
             Steers-man
             ,
             to
             you
             I
             speak
             ,
             mark
             what
             I
             say
             ,
          
           
             Steer
             her
             without
             the
             smoke
             ;
             for
             if
             she
             slip
          
           
             Aside
             ,
             though
             little
             ,
             we
             are
             cast
             away
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             my
             Fellows
             speedily
             obey'd
             .
          
           
             Of
             th'Monster
             Scylla
             not
             a
             word
             I
             told
             ;
          
           
           
             Lest
             they
             should
             throw
             away
             their
             Oars
             ,
             dismal'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             their
             shelter
             run
             into
             the
             Hold.
          
           
             But
             
             Circe's
             counsel
             I
             had
             quite
             forgot
             .
          
           
             I
             arm'd
             my self
             ,
             and
             took
             into
             my
             hand
          
           
             Two
             Spears
             ,
             though
             she
             expresly
             had
             said
             not
             ;
          
           
             And
             looking
             upwards
             at
             the
             head
             I
             stand
             .
          
           
             But
             she
             appeared
             not
             .
             I
             look'd
             so
             high
          
           
             And
             long
             upon
             the
             hideous
             Rock
             ,
             my
             sight
          
           
             Began
             to
             fail
             ,
             and
             now
             we
             were
             close
             by
          
           
             That
             dismal
             streight
             ,
             which
             doth
             us
             all
             affright
             .
          
           
             Here
             Scylla
             stands
             ,
             and
             the
             Charybdis
             dire
          
           
             Lies
             vomiting
             the
             Sea
             ,
             which
             sings
             and
             dances
          
           
             Like
             water
             in
             a
             Kettle
             o're
             the
             fire
             ,
          
           
             And
             vapours
             to
             the
             highest
             Rocks
             advances
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             Sea
             it
             sucketh
             in
             again
             ,
          
           
             It
             sounds
             like
             thunder
             in
             the
             hollow
             stone
             .
          
           
             And
             we
             could
             see
             the
             bottom
             very
             plain
             ;
          
           
             Sandy
             it
             was
             ,
             and
             black
             to
             look
             upon
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             we
             our
             eyes
             upon
             Charybdis
             fix
             ,
          
           
             And
             stand
             amazed
             at
             the
             horrid
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Suddenly
             Scylla
             stoopt
             ,
             and
             snatch'd
             up
             six
          
           
             Of
             the
             best
             men
             I
             had
             to
             row
             or
             fight
             .
          
           
             I
             from
             the
             ship
             that
             never
             stir'd
             my
             eye
             ,
          
           
             Soon
             saw
             their
             sprauling
             arms
             and
             legs●…
             air
             ,
          
           
             And
             heard
             them
             lamentably
             to
             me
             cry
             ,
          
           
             And
             name
             me
             in
             their
             uttermost
             despair
             .
          
           
             As
             fishers
             in
             a
             Horn
             mix
             fraud
             and
             food
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             Bank
             at
             th'
             end
             of
             a
             long
             Wand
             ,
          
           
             To
             catch
             the
             Fry
             cast
             it
             into
             the
             Flood
             ,
          
           
             Then
             pluck
             them
             up
             ,
             and
             throw
             them
             on
             the
             land
             :
          
           
             So
             lifted
             were
             my
             Mates
             .
             Of
             my
             mishaps
          
           
             This
             was
             the
             saddest
             I
             did
             ever
             see
             ,
          
           
             When
             she
             my
             men
             cham'd
             in
             her
             ugly
             Chaps
             ,
          
           
             Roaring
             and
             holding
             out
             their
             hands
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             From
             Scylla
             we
             unto
             the
             Island
             row
             .
          
           
             Where
             feeding
             were
             Sols
             sacred
             Sheep
             and
             Kine
             .
          
           
             Before
             we
             landed
             I
             could
             hear
             them
             low
             ;
          
           
             Which
             brought
             into
             my
             minde
             the
             Prophesi●
          
           
             Of
             old
             Tiresias
             the
             T●●ban
             Bard
             ,
          
           
             That
             counsel'd
             me
             this
             Island
             for
             to
             shun
             :
          
           
           
             Of
             Circe
             also
             I
             like
             counsel
             heard
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             to
             land
             i'
             th'
             Island
             of
             the
             Sun.
          
           
             Then
             speaking
             to
             my
             Fellows
             ,
             Friends
             ,
             said
             I
             ,
          
           
             This
             Island
             sacred
             is
             to
             Sol
             ;
             this
             place
          
           
             Tiresias
             and
             Circe
             both
             bid
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             to
             disimbark
             in
             any
             case
             .
          
           
             For
             if
             we
             do
             ,
             for
             certain
             they
             declare
          
           
             The
             greatest
             mischief
             that
             e're
             men
             befell
             :
          
           
             Therefore
             keep
             cut
             to
             Seaward
             ,
             and
             beware
          
           
             Of
             landing
             here
             ,
             and
             then
             we
             shall
             be
             well
             .
          
           
             But
             then
             Eurylochus
             to
             me
             began
             :
          
           
             You
             have
             ,
             Ulysses
             ,
             a
             hard
             heart
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ;
          
           
             There
             is
             no
             labour
             but
             you
             bear
             it
             can
             ;
          
           
             Your
             limbs
             of
             stubborn
             steel
             composed
             be
             .
          
           
             But
             you
             consider
             not
             your
             Mates
             are
             tir'd
          
           
             With
             their
             continual
             tugging
             at
             the
             Oar
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             refreshment
             is
             and
             sleep
             requir'd
             ,
          
           
             Which
             is
             not
             to
             be
             had
             but
             on
             the
             shore
             ,
          
           
             But
             you
             would
             have
             us
             wander
             in
             the
             night
             ,
          
           
             When
             in
             the
             night
             the
             greatest
             winds
             arise
             ,
          
           
             The
             bane
             of
             ships
             ;
             and
             when
             depriv'd
             of
             light
             ,
          
           
             To
             save
             our selves
             we
             can
             no
             way
             devise
             .
          
           
             What
             if
             great
             winds
             should
             blow
             from
             South
             or
             West
             ,
          
           
             Which
             often
             happens
             ,
             though
             their
             King
             not
             know
          
           
             Or
             not
             consent
             ?
             Therefore
             I
             think
             it
             best
          
           
             To
             night
             to
             sup
             ashore
             ,
             to
             morrow
             row
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             Eurylochus
             ,
             and
             was
             commended
          
           
             By
             all
             my
             Mates
             :
             and
             presently
             I
             knew
          
           
             One
             Daemon
             or
             another
             had
             intended
          
           
             To
             ruine
             me
             ,
             together
             with
             my
             Crew
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             I
             to
             Eurylochus
             ,
             'T
             were
             vain
          
           
             To
             strive
             against
             so
             many
             men
             alone
             .
          
           
             But
             you
             shall
             take
             an
             Oath
             that
             you
             'll
             abstain
          
           
             From
             hurting
             of
             the
             Cattle
             of
             the
             Sun.
          
           
             Of
             
             Circe's
             meat
             there
             's
             left
             us
             yet
             good
             store
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             they
             took
             the
             Oath
             ;
             which
             having
             done
             ,
          
           
             They
             put
             into
             the
             Harbour
             ,
             and
             ashore
          
           
             They
             sup
             .
             And
             when
             their
             hunger
             now
             was
             gone
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Mates
             remembring
             that
             in
             th'
             hollow
             Rock
          
           
             By
             th'monster
             Scylla
             were
             devour'd
             ,
             they
             weep
          
           
           
             And
             wail
             ,
             and
             with
             their
             hands
             they
             knock
          
           
             Their
             brests
             ,
             and
             in
             that
             posture
             fell
             asleep
             .
          
           
             The
             Stars
             had
             climb'd
             a
             third
             part
             of
             the
             Sky
             ,
          
           
             When
             with
             a
             Whirl-winde
             Jove
             together
             fetcht
          
           
             The
             Clouds
             from
             ev'ry
             part
             ,
             and
             suddenly
          
           
             On
             Sea
             and
             Land
             a
             dismal
             night
             was
             stretcht
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             Rosie
             finger'd
             morning
             came
             ,
          
           
             Our
             Ship
             we
             to
             a
             hollow
             Cave
             advance
             ,
          
           
             Wherein
             the
             Sea-Nymphs
             Seats
             and
             Couches
             have
             ,
          
           
             And
             where
             they
             are
             accustomed
             to
             dance
             .
          
           
             Thither
             I
             call'd
             my
             Mates
             ,
             and
             said
             again
             :
          
           
             Friends
             ,
             we
             have
             meat
             and
             drink
             aboard
             ,
             be
             wise
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             Herds
             and
             Flocks
             of
             Sol
             abstain
             ,
          
           
             Who
             heareth
             all
             we
             say
             ,
             and
             all
             espies
             ,
          
           
             To
             this
             did
             my
             Campanions
             all
             assent
             .
          
           
             But
             for
             a
             month
             there
             blew
             no
             other
             winde
          
           
             Than
             South
             and
             East
             ;
             so
             that
             we
             there
             were
             pent
          
           
             I'th'Island
             longer
             than
             we
             had
             design'd
             .
          
           
             My
             Mates
             ,
             whilst
             they
             had
             bread
             and
             meat
             aboard
             ,
          
           
             Forbore
             to
             meddle
             with
             the
             Sacred
             Kine
             :
          
           
             And
             fetch'd
             in
             what
             the
             Island
             did
             afford
          
           
             Of
             Fish
             and
             Fowl
             ,
             to
             have
             wherewith
             to
             dine
             .
          
           
             Up
             I
             into
             the
             Island
             went
             aside
             ,
          
           
             The
             Conduct
             of
             th'
             Immortal
             Gods
             t'implore
             ,
          
           
             That
             some
             of
             them
             't
             would
             please
             to
             be
             my
             Guide
             ,
          
           
             And
             me
             unto
             my
             Country
             to
             restore
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             place
             desended
             from
             the
             winde
          
           
             I
             wash'd
             my
             hands
             ;
             and
             then
             with
             tears
             and
             sighs
          
           
             Before
             the
             Gods
             I
             poured
             out
             my
             minde
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             a
             sweet
             sleep
             poured
             on
             my
             eyes
             .
          
           
             Mean
             time
             Eurylochus
             bad
             counsel
             gives
          
           
             To
             his
             Companions
             .
             All
             deaths
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
          
           
             Are
             ha●eful
             to
             what
             thing
             soever
             lives
             :
          
           
             But
             death
             by
             hunger
             is
             the
             worst
             can
             be
             .
          
           
             Let
             's
             kill
             some
             of
             the
             fattest
             of
             these
             Cows
             ,
          
           
             And
             sacrifice
             unto
             the
             Gods
             on
             high
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             appease
             the
             Sun
             ,
             let
             's
             all
             make
             Vows
          
           
             To
             build
             a
             Temple
             to
             his
             Deity
          
           
             Enrich'd
             with
             Gifts
             .
             If
             not
             content
             with
             this
             ,
          
           
             For
             a
             few
             Cows
             displeas'd
             he
             seek
             our
             death
             ,
          
           
           
             For
             once
             to
             gape
             and
             die
             ,
             far
             better
             't
             is
          
           
             Than
             strive
             with
             hunger
             till
             we
             lose
             our
             breath
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             my
             Fellows
             all
             his
             counsel
             take
             ,
          
           
             And
             chase
             Sols
             sacred
             Herds
             ,
             that
             graz'd
             hard
             by
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             for
             recompence
             their
             Vows
             they
             make
          
           
             To
             build
             a
             Temple
             to
             his
             Deity
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             they
             made
             their
             Vows
             ,
             Chaplets
             they
             wear
          
           
             Of
             tender
             leaves
             pluckt
             from
             the
             spreading
             Oak
             .
          
           
             White
             Barley
             they
             had
             none
             ,
             the
             which
             men
             bear
             ,
          
           
             When
             in
             their
             danger
             they
             the
             Gods
             invoke
             .
          
           
             After
             the
             Vow
             persorm'd
             ,
             the
             Kine
             they
             flay
             ,
          
           
             And
             take
             their
             Thighs
             and
             cover
             them
             with
             sat
             ;
          
           
             And
             one
             of
             them
             upon
             the
             other
             lay
             ,
          
           
             To
             burn
             upon
             the
             Altar
             .
             After
             that
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Offering
             of
             Drink
             they
             pour'd
             upon
          
           
             The
             Altar
             ,
             as
             the
             Sacrifice
             they
             burn
             .
          
           
             It
             ought
             t'
             have
             been
             of
             Wine
             ;
             but
             having
             none
             ,
          
           
             They
             pour'd
             on
             water
             fair
             ,
             which
             serv'd
             the
             turn
             .
          
           
             When
             th'
             Entrails
             by
             my
             Fellows
             eaten
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             fire
             consumed
             had
             the
             Sacrifice
             ,
          
           
             The
             rest
             they
             roast
             on
             Spits
             ,
             and
             made
             good
             chear
             .
          
           
             Just
             then
             it
             was
             that
             sleep
             ●orsook
             my
             eyes
             .
          
           
             And
             back
             again
             I
             walk'd
             down
             tow'rds
             the
             shore
             .
          
           
             But
             coming
             near
             ,
             perceiv'd
             the
             vapour
             rise
          
           
             Of
             roasted
             meat
             .
             Then
             to
             the
             Gods
             I
             rore
             ,
          
           
             You
             give'me
             sleep
             ,
             and
             take
             away
             my
             life
             ;
          
           
             So
             strange
             a
             thing
             my
             Mates
             the
             while
             have
             done
             .
          
           
             Swiftly
             Lampetio
             to
             Heav'n
             flies
             ,
          
           
             And
             carries
             up
             the
             news
             unto
             the
             Sun.
          
           
             The
             Sun
             in
             choler
             all
             the
             Gods
             defies
             ,
          
           
             Unless
             they
             right
             him
             of
             this
             injury
             .
          
           
             Jove
             Father
             ,
             and
             you
             other
             Powers
             Divine
             ,
          
           
             ●evenge
             me
             of
             Ulysses
             Company
          
           
             That
             have
             so
             insolently
             slain
             my
             Kine
             .
          
           
             It
             was
             my
             joy
             to
             see
             them
             in
             the
             Morn
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             Evening
             ,
             ●re
             I
             went
             to
             bed
             .
          
           
             Revenge
             me
             ,
             O
             ye
             Gods
             !
             of
             this
             their
             scorn
             ,
          
           
             Or
             I
             'll
             go
             down
             to
             Hell
             and
             light
             the
             Dead
             .
          
           
             No
             Phoebus
             (
             answer'd
             Jove
             )
             hold
             up
             your
             light
          
           
             For
             Gods
             and
             Mortal
             men
             to
             see
             their
             way
             .
          
           
           
             As
             for
             the
             men
             that
             did
             you
             this
             despight
             ,
          
           
             Their
             ship
             at
             Sea
             with
             Lightning
             I
             'll
             destroy
             .
          
           
             At
             this
             discourse
             in
             Heaven
             was
             Hermes
             by
             ,
          
           
             And
             heard
             his
             Father
             make
             this
             sad
             Decree
             :
          
           
             And
             he
             again
             told
             all
             this
             History
          
           
             To
             th'fair
             Calypso
             ,
             and
             she
             told
             it
             me
             .
          
           
             When
             to
             my
             Fellows
             I
             was
             come
             ,
             I
             rate
          
           
             Them
             all
             full
             bitterly
             ,
             and
             one
             by
             one
             ;
          
           
             But
             all
             in
             vain
             ,
             for
             now
             it
             was
             too
             late
             :
          
           
             The
             Gods
             by
             Signes
             detested
             what
             was
             done
             ,
          
           
             The
             skins
             did
             creep
             .
             the
             flesh
             o'
             th'
             Spits
             did
             low
             ,
          
           
             Both
             raw
             and
             roast
             .
             Six
             days
             in
             th'
             Isle
             we
             staid
          
           
             Feasting
             on
             Phoebus
             Kine
             ,
             the
             seventh
             we
             row
             ;
          
           
             For
             then
             the
             fury
             of
             the
             winde
             was
             laid
             .
          
           
             When
             we
             were
             out
             at
             Sea
             we
             fix
             our
             Mast
             ,
          
           
             And
             up
             into
             the
             winde
             our
             Sails
             we
             draw
             ,
          
           
             And
             had
             the
             Isle
             so
             far
             behinde
             us
             cast
             ,
          
           
             That
             nothing
             else
             but
             Sky
             and
             Sea
             we
             saw
             .
          
           
             Then
             Jove
             ,
             when
             far
             from
             Land
             he
             saw
             our
             ship
             ,
          
           
             Just
             over
             it
             a
             dismal
             black
             Cloud
             hung
             ,
          
           
             Which
             made
             it
             dark
             as
             night
             upon
             the
             Deep
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             our
             good
             ship
             run
             not
             very
             l●●g
             .
          
           
             For
             presently
             from
             West
             a
             sudden
             blast
          
           
             Came
             roaring
             in
             ,
             and
             vehemently
             strains
          
           
             And
             breaks
             the
             Cordage
             that
             upheld
             the
             Mast
             ;
          
           
             Which
             falling
             down
             ,
             beats
             out
             the
             S●eerers
             brains
             .
          
           
             He
             drops
             into
             the
             Sea.
             The
             Mast
             hang●
             o're
          
           
             At
             Stern
             .
             The
             Yards
             lie
             cross
             the
             sink
             .
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             while
             both
             Heaven
             and
             Sea
             did
             rore
          
           
             With
             Thunder
             loud
             ,
             which
             made
             our
             hearts
             to
             shrink
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             and
             by
             into
             the
             ship
             Jove
             threw
          
           
             His
             Thunder-bolt
             ,
             which
             whirl'd
             it
             round
             about
             .
          
           
             It
             smelt
             of
             Sulphur
             rank
             ;
             and
             all
             my
             Crew
          
           
             Into
             the
             Sea
             it
             suddenly
             threw
             out
             .
          
           
             They
             like
             to
             Gulls
             from
             wave
             to
             wave
             were
             born
             ,
          
           
             But
             I
             kept
             still
             aboard
             ,
             till
             at
             the
             last
          
           
             The
             Rudder
             from
             a-stern
             the
             ship
             was
             torn
             ,
          
           
             And
             fell
             into
             the
             Sea
             ,
             and
             with
             't
             the
             Mast.
          
           
             The
             Mast
             had
             hanging
             on
             it
             broken
             Ropes
             ,
          
           
             Wherewith
             I
             bound
             them
             both
             together
             fast
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             sate
             upon
             them
             as
             my
             latest
             hopes
             ,
          
           
             Until
             the
             fury
             of
             the
             Storm
             was
             past
             .
          
           
             The
             storm
             now
             laid
             ,
             th'wind
             came
             about
             to
             th'
             South
             ,
          
           
             And
             carri'd
             me
             before
             it
             ,
             till
             the
             Sun
          
           
             Next
             morning
             rose
             ;
             and
             then
             we
             were
             i'th'mouth
          
           
             Of
             dire
             Charybdis
             ,
             just
             when
             she
             begun
          
           
             To
             swallow
             up
             the
             Sea.
             Then
             up
             leapt
             I
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             spreading
             Sycamore
             laid
             hold
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             't
             I
             could
             not
             climb
             ;
             the
             boughs
             so
             high
          
           
             I
             could
             not
             reach
             :
             And
             far
             off
             was
             the
             root
             .
          
           
             There
             by
             the
             hands
             I
             hung
             ,
             expecting
             when
          
           
             Charybdis
             should
             cast
             up
             the
             Sea
             ,
             and
             bring
          
           
             The
             Rudder
             and
             the
             Mast
             to
             th'
             top
             agen
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             ,
             in
             th'
             Air
             I
             patiently
             swing
             .
          
           
             What
             time
             the
             Judge
             ariseth
             from
             his
             seat
             ,
          
           
             Ending
             the
             brabbles
             of
             contentious
             men
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             come
             weary
             home
             to
             take
             their
             meat
             ,
          
           
             Then
             came
             my
             Mast
             and
             Rudder
             up
             agen
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             into
             the
             Sea
             close
             by
             them
             drop
             .
          
           
             Then
             having
             soon
             recovered
             them
             ,
             again
          
           
             I
             place
             my self
             a-stride
             ,
             once
             more
             ,
             a
             top
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             my
             hands
             I
             rowed
             on
             the
             Main
             .
          
           
             If
             Scylla
             this
             had
             seen
             ,
             undoubtedly
          
           
             I
             had
             been
             lost
             .
             But
             't
             was
             the●grace
             of
             Jove
             ,
          
           
             That
             all
             this
             while
             she
             did
             not
             me
             espy
             ,
          
           
             But
             kept
             her self
             retir'd
             i'
             th'
             Rock
             above
             .
          
           
             Thus
             wandred
             I
             at
             Sea
             nine
             days
             out-right
             .
          
           
             O'
             th'
             tenth
             at
             night
             the
             Gods
             brought
             me
             to
             land
          
           
             In
             th'
             Isle
             Ogygia
             ,
             where
             Calypso
             bright
          
           
             Receiv'd
             me
             with
             a
             charitable
             hand
             .
          
           
             But
             how
             she
             treated
             me
             ,
             I
             need
             not
             say
             ;
          
           
             You
             and
             the
             Queen
             already
             know
             it
             well
             ,
          
           
             From
             the
             Relation
             I
             made
             yesterday
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             do
             I
             love
             the
             same
             Tale
             twice
             to
             tell
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           LIB
           .
           XIII
           .
        
         
           
             THis
             said
             ,
             all
             silent
             and
             delighted
             were
             .
          
           
             Alcinous
             then
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             ,
             since
          
           
             You
             safely
             to
             me
             are
             arrived
             here
             ,
          
           
             You
             shall
             not
             lose
             your
             way
             in
             going
             hence
             .
          
           
             But
             Princes
             you
             that
             daily
             with
             me
             sit
             ,
          
           
             Drinking
             good
             Wine
             ,
             and
             hearing
             Musique
             sweet
             ,
          
           
             And
             given
             to
             the
             Stranger
             have
             what
             's
             fit
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             what
             yet
             farther
             I
             think
             meet
             .
          
           
             Garments
             he
             has
             a
             Chest-full
             ,
             and
             good
             store
          
           
             Of
             Gold
             Plate
             ,
             and
             of
             other
             Gifts
             he
             has
             .
          
           
             Take
             my
             advice
             .
             Let
             each
             man
             give
             him
             more
             ,
          
           
             A
             Caldron
             ,
             or
             a
             three-foot
             Pot
             of
             Brass
             .
          
           
             I
             know
             to
             each
             man
             't
             will
             be
             too
             great
             largess
             ,
          
           
             But
             by
             the
             Peoples
             Contribution
          
           
             We
             'll
             make
             amends
             .
             The
             Town
             shall
             bear
             the
             charges
             .
          
           
             The
             motion
             pleas'd
             ,
             and
             't
             was
             agreed
             upon
             .
          
           
             Then
             went
             they
             ev'ry
             man
             to
             his
             repose
             ,
          
           
             And
             soon
             as
             Morning
             did
             again
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Aboard
             the
             Ship
             the
             Vessel
             they
             dispose
             .
          
           
             Al●inous
             himself
             directed
             where
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             into
             the
             Palace
             they
             return
             ,
          
           
             And
             Sacrifice
             to
             Jove
             a
             well-sed
             Beast
             ,
          
           
             The
             Thighs
             upon
             the
             Altar
             there
             they
             burn
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             rest
             they
             make
             themselves
             a
             Feast
             .
          
           
             Demodocus
             before
             them
             sung
             and
             plaid
             ,
          
           
             Who
             for
             his
             Art
             was
             famous
             in
             the
             Town
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             to
             the
             Sun
             lookt
             up
             ,
             and
             staid
          
           
             Longing
             and
             wishing
             that
             it
             would
             go
             down
             .
          
           
             As
             one
             that
             hath
             at
             Plough
             been
             all
             the
             day
             ,
          
           
             Hungry
             his
             Belly
             ,
             feeble
             is
             his
             knee
             ,
          
           
           
             Beholds
             the
             setting
             of
             the
             Sun
             with
             joy
             ;
          
           
             So
             glad
             Ulysses
             was
             Sun-set
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             Alcincus
             and
             all
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             Offer
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             unto
             the
             Gods
             their
             Wine
             .
          
           
             I
             have
             already
             all
             that
             I
             request
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             Gifts
             ,
             which
             may
             the
             Pow'rs
             Divine
          
           
             Make
             happy
             to
             me
             .
             Let
             me
             now
             depart
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             may
             see
             my
             dear
             Wife
             and
             my
             Friends
             .
          
           
             And
             blest
             may
             you
             stay
             here
             with
             joy
             at
             heart
             ,
          
           
             Comfort
             your
             Wives
             ,
             and
             obtain
             all
             your
             ends
             .
          
           
             And
             strong
             and
             worthy
             Children
             may
             you
             have
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             'mongst
             the
             people
             trouble
             or
             disease
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             they
             prais'd
             him
             all
             ,
             and
             counsel
             gave
          
           
             The
             Stranger
             to
             conduct
             safe
             o're
             the
             Seas
             .
          
           
             Alcinous
             then
             call'd
             for
             Wine
             ;
             and
             bad
          
           
             Pontonous
             present
             it
             to
             each
             one
             ,
          
           
             Until
             unto
             the
             Gods
             all
             offer'd
             had
             ,
          
           
             That
             so
             Ulysses
             sooner
             might
             be
             gone
             .
          
           
             Ponto●ous
             brought
             Wine
             ,
             and
             carri'd
             it
          
           
             From
             man
             to
             man
             ;
             and
             each
             man
             drank
             his
             Cup
             ,
          
           
             Blessing
             the
             Gods
             in
             order
             as
             they
             sit
             .
          
           
             When
             all
             had
             drunk
             ,
             Ulysses
             standeth
             up
             ,
          
           
             And
             speaking
             to
             Queen
             Arete
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             Happy
             for
             ever
             may
             you
             be
             ,
             O
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             I
             take
             my
             leave
             .
             Be
             you
             for
             ever
             joy'd
          
           
             In
             King
             Alcinous
             as
             you
             have
             been
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             your
             Children
             and
             your
             people
             all
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             this
             had
             said
             ,
             away
             he
             went.
          
           
             Alcinous
             did
             then
             a
             Squier
             ▪
             call
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             with
             Ulysses
             to
             the
             Ship
             he
             sent
             .
          
           
             Arete
             to
             her
             women
             sent
             .
             One
             brought
          
           
             Fine
             bread
             and
             store
             of
             black
             wine
             of
             the
             best
             ,
          
           
             Another
             brought
             with
             her
             a
             Cloak
             and
             Coat
             .
          
           
             Another
             brought
             ,
             to
             lay
             them
             in
             ,
             a
             Chest.
          
           
             Which
             by
             the
             Marriners
             were
             quickly
             stow'd
          
           
             Aboard
             the
             good
             Ship
             ,
             with
             the
             wine
             and
             bread
             .
          
           
             And
             for
             Ulysses
             many
             Rugs
             they
             strow'd
          
           
             O'
             th'
             Deck
             ,
             a
             stern
             ,
             with
             linnen
             at
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             aboard
             he
             went.
             When
             he
             was
             la●n
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Seats
             they
             take
             ,
             and
             parted
             from
             the
             Strand
             ,
          
           
           
             Re●lining
             dasht
             with
             Oars
             the
             liquid
             plain
             ,
          
           
             While
             sleep
             Ulysses
             bound
             had
             foot
             and
             hand
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             four
             Horses
             gallop
             o're
             a
             plain
          
           
             The
             way
             runs
             swiftly
             by
             the
             Coaches
             side
             ;
          
           
             So
             did
             the
             good
             ship
             mount
             upon
             the
             Main
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Stern
             the
             water
             swiftly
             glide
             .
          
           
             A
             Hawk
             could
             harldly
             with
             it
             have
             kept
             pace
             ,
          
           
             A
             Hawk
             that
             of
             all
             Fowl
             the
             swiftest
             flies
             ;
          
           
             So
             swiftly
             ran
             the
             ship
             on
             th'
             Oceans
             face
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             her
             breast
             the
             rising
             water
             slice
             ;
          
           
             Bearing
             a
             man
             for
             wisdom
             like
             a
             God
             ;
          
           
             That
             past
             had
             fearful
             Billows
             on
             the
             Deep
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             bloody
             paths
             of
             War
             had
             trod
             ,
          
           
             The
             thought
             whereof
             was
             now
             remov'd
             by
             sleep
             ,
          
           
             Above
             the
             Earth
             now
             risen
             was
             the
             Star
          
           
             Days
             Messenger
             ,
             and
             brightest
             of
             the
             Sky
             ;
          
           
             The
             Ship
             was
             then
             from
             Ithaca
             not
             far
             .
          
           
             A
             Port
             there
             is
             ,
             which
             from
             a
             Deity
          
           
             Is
             called
             Ph●rcys
             ;
             a
             Sea-Deity
             .
          
           
             Two
             jetting
             Rocks
             defend
             it
             from
             the
             wind
             ,
          
           
             When
             once
             within
             a
             ship
             will
             safely
             lie
             .
          
           
             There
             needs
             no
             Cord
             a
             floting
             ship
             to
             bind
             ;
          
           
             At
             the
             Ports
             head
             grows
             a
             large
             Olive-tree
             ,
          
           
             And
             near
             it
             an
             obscure
             and
             pleasant
             Cave
             ,
          
           
             Where
             the
             Nereiades
             delight
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             they
             Bowls
             of
             Stone
             ,
             and
             Beakers
             have
             .
          
           
             The
             Bees
             make
             honey
             there
             .
             Besides
             there
             be
          
           
             Long
             Beams
             of
             stone
             ,
             whereon
             the
             Nymphs
             do
             weave
             ▪
          
           
             Rich
             Pu●ple
             Garments
             ,
             wonderful
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             Fountains
             which
             their
             running
             never
             leave
             .
          
           
             Two
             Doors
             there
             are
             ,
             one
             North
             ,
             Men
             go
             that
             way
             ;
          
           
             The
             other
             to
             the
             South
             more
             Sacred
             is
             ,
          
           
             Th'Immortals
             here
             go
             in
             ,
             and
             none
             but
             they
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             have
             to
             themselves
             reserved
             this
             .
          
           
             All
             this
             Ulysses
             Convoy
             knew
             before
             ;
          
           
             And
             here
             the
             ship
             arrived
             safely
             lands
             ,
          
           
             And
             half
             her
             length
             lay
             dry
             upon
             the
             shore
             .
          
           
             Such
             was
             the
             strength
             of
             those
             Ph●…acian
             hands
             .
          
           
             The
             lusty
             Seamen
             when
             they
             landed
             were
             ,
          
           
             First
             took
             Ulysses
             sleeping
             as
             he
             lay
          
           
           
             Bedding
             and
             all
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             Land
             him
             bear
             ,
          
           
             And
             lay
             him
             from
             the
             Sea
             a
             little
             way
             .
          
           
             Then
             they
             unship
             his
             Goods
             ,
             Gold
             ,
             Vestures
             ,
             Brass
             ,
          
           
             Gifts
             given
             him
             by
             the
             Phaeacians
             ;
          
           
             Which
             at
             the
             foot
             of
             th'Olive-Tree
             they
             place
             ,
          
           
             Out
             of
             the
             way
             ,
             lest
             Passengers
             should
             chance
          
           
             To
             steal
             them
             while
             Ulysses
             was
             asleep
             .
          
           
             When
             this
             was
             done
             the
             Convoy
             stayed
             not
             ,
          
           
             But
             rowed
             out
             the
             ship
             into
             the
             Deep
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             Neptune
             had
             Ulysses
             yet
             forgot
             ,
          
           
             But
             said
             to
             Jupiter
             complaining
             then
             ,
          
           
             What
             honour
             from
             the
             Gods
             can
             I
             expect
             ,
          
           
             When
             the
             Phaeacians
             that
             are
             but
             men
          
           
             (
             Although
             descended
             from
             me
             )
             me
             neglect
             ?
          
           
             For
             though
             Ulysses
             I
             destroyed
             not
             ,
          
           
             Because
             his
             coming
             home
             you
             had
             decreed
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             that
             he
             should
             be
             brought
             home
             thus
             ,
             ne'r
             thought
          
           
             Asleep
             ,
             and
             painless
             ,
             and
             with
             so
             much
             speed
             ,
          
           
             Enricht
             with
             Gold
             ,
             and
             Brass
             ,
             and
             Vestures
             store
             ,
          
           
             As
             much
             as
             had
             come
             to
             his
             share
             at
             Troy.
          
           
             This
             the
             Phaeacians
             have
             done
             ,
             and
             more
             ;
          
           
             In
             this
             licentiousness
             they
             take
             a
             joy
             .
          
           
             Then
             answered
             
               Jove
               .
               Neptune
            
             ,
             what
             's
             this
             you
             say
             ?
          
           
             The
             Gods
             neglect
             you
             not
             .
             It
             cannot
             be
          
           
             That
             are
             the
             eldest
             and
             of
             greatest
             sway
          
           
             Of
             any
             of
             them
             .
             If
             Man
             injure
             thee
             ,
          
           
             To
             take
             revenge
             enough
             your
             own
             pow'r
             is
             .
          
           
             I
             will
             not
             hinder
             you
             ,
             do
             what
             you
             please
             .
          
           
             To
             Jupiter
             then
             Neptune
             answer'd
             this
             .
          
           
             I
             could
             ,
             O
             Jove
             ,
             have
             been
             reveng'd
             with
             ease
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             I
             fear'd
             you
             would
             offended
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             what
             I
             mean
             to
             do
             .
          
           
             Assoon
             as
             I
             the
             ship
             returning
             see
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             fix
             it
             ,
             that
             they
             may
             no
             more
             do
             so
             .
          
           
             Besides
             ,
             their
             City
             with
             a
             Hill
             I
             'll
             hide
             .
          
           
             O
             but
             (
             said
             Jupiter
             )
             were
             it
             my
             case
             ,
          
           
             When
             from
             the
             City
             people
             all
             espi'd
          
           
             The
             ship
             hard
             by
             ,
             I
             would
             a
             Rock
             there
             place
          
           
             In
             likeness
             of
             a
             ship
             not
             far
             from
             Land
             ,
          
           
             To
             make
             men
             wonder
             ,
             and
             then
             round
             about
          
           
           
             The
             City
             make
             a
             mighty
             Mountain
             stand
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             by
             Jove
             ,
             the
             God
             of
             Seas
             went
             out
          
           
             To
             Sch●ria
             (
             where
             the
             Phaeacians
          
           
             First
             planted
             were
             .
             )
             The
             ship
             came
             swiftly
             on
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             it
             Neptune
             laid
             his
             mighty
             hands
             ,
          
           
             And
             roots
             it
             in
             the
             Sea
             ,
             turn'd
             into
             Stone
             .
          
           
             The
             Rowers
             t'one
             another
             say
             ,
             What
             's
             this
             ?
          
           
             Who
             hath
             our
             good
             ship
             fixed
             in
             the
             water
             ?
          
           
             And
             yet
             above
             the
             water
             still
             it
             is
             .
          
           
             Thus
             said
             they
             ,
             but
             knew
             nothing
             of
             the
             matter
             ,
          
           
             Then
             spake
             Alcinous
             .
             Perform'd
             (
             said
             he
             )
          
           
             Is
             what
             long
             since
             I
             heard
             my
             Father
             say
             ,
          
           
             That
             Neptune
             angry
             was
             that
             Strangers
             we
             ,
          
           
             Who
             e're
             they
             were
             ,
             did
             to
             their
             homes
             convey
             ,
          
           
             And
             threatned
             had
             with
             a
             great
             Hill
             to
             hide
          
           
             The
             City
             ,
             and
             destroy
             the
             Passage-Boat
             .
          
           
             This
             by
             my
             Father
             then
             was
             Prophesi'd
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             ,
             you
             see
             ,
             at
             last
             about
             't
             is
             brought
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             be
             rul'd
             by
             me
             Convoy
             no
             more
             ,
          
           
             But
             let
             us
             unto
             Neptune
             Sacrifice
          
           
             Twelve
             chosen
             Bu●…cks
             ,
             and
             his
             grace
             implore
          
           
             To
             set
             no
             Hill
             there
             .
             So
             did
             he
             advise
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             to
             Neptune
             they
             their
             Prayers
             make
          
           
             Standing
             at
             th'
             Altar
             ,
             King
             and
             Princes
             all
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             Ulysses
             lying
             was
             awake
             ,
          
           
             But
             to
             his
             mind
             the
             place
             could
             not
             recal
             .
          
           
             For
             Pallas
             had
             about
             him
             cast
             a
             mist
             ,
          
           
             That
             at
             his
             coming
             he
             might
             not
             be
             know●
             ;
          
           
             But
             she
             her self
             instruct
             him
             as
             she
             list
             ,
          
           
             Till
             he
             the
             Suiters
             all
             had
             overthrown
             .
          
           
             All
             things
             seem'd
             to
             him
             other
             than
             they
             were
             ,
          
           
             Paths
             ,
             Highways
             ,
             Creeks
             ,
             Havens
             ,
             Trees
             and
             Rocks
             ,
          
           
             And
             rising
             up
             he
             was
             he
             knew
             not
             where
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             open
             hand
             his
             thigh
             he
             knocks
             .
          
           
             A●
             me
             (
             said
             he
             )
             whither
             am
             I
             come
             now
             ?
          
           
             To
             civil
             or
             to
             wild
             and
             lawless
             men
             ?
          
           
             Where
             shall
             I
             hide
             my
             Treasure
             ?
             whither
             go
             ?
          
           
             Would
             I
             were
             at
             Phaeacia
             agen
             .
          
           
             To
             other
             friends
             I
             might
             have
             gone
             from
             thence
             ,
          
           
             And
             ●…thaca
             obtained
             a
             Convoy
             .
          
           
           
             Here
             for
             my
             Treasure
             I
             see
             no
             defence
             .
          
           
             Left
             here
             to
             others
             they
             will
             be
             a
             prey
             .
          
           
             I
             see
             the
             Princes
             of
             Phaeacia
          
           
             Are
             not
             so
             just
             as
             I
             took
             them
             to
             be
             ;
          
           
             They
             promis'd
             to
             set
             me
             at
             Ithaca
             ,
          
           
             But
             have
             to
             some
             place
             else
             transported
             me
             .
          
           
             Jove
             that
             sees
             all
             ,
             and
             punisheth
             the
             ill
             ,
          
           
             Will
             be
             revenged
             also
             of
             these
             men
             .
          
           
             But
             come
             ,
             my
             Presents
             number
             now
             I
             will
          
           
             The
             Seamen
             may
             have
             ta'●e
             some
             back
             agen
             .
          
           
             His
             Garments
             and
             his
             Plate
             then
             numbred
             he
             ,
          
           
             And
             nothing
             missing
             was
             of
             all
             his
             pels
             .
          
           
             Then
             walkt
             he
             sostly
             along
             by
             the
             Sea
          
           
             Lamenting
             and
             bewailing
             of
             himself
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             came
             Pallas
             to
             him
             .
             She
             had
             on
          
           
             The
             Body
             of
             a
             Shepherd
             young
             and
             tender
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             she
             had
             of
             some
             Prince
             been
             the
             Son
             ;
          
           
             Lin'd
             was
             his
             Coat
             ,
             the
             thred
             was
             fine
             &
             slender
             .
          
           
             With
             Dart
             in
             hand
             ,
             and
             fine
             shooes
             on
             his
             f●et
             .
          
           
             ●lysses
             who
             beheld
             her
             was
             much
             joy'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             forth
             himself
             advanced
             ,
             her
             ●…cet
             .
          
           
             And
             first
             he
             to
             her
             spake
             ,
             and
             thus
             he
             said
             :
          
           
             Joy
             to
             you
             be
             ,
             and
             good-will
             towards
             me
             ;
          
           
             Save
             for
             me
             these
             my
             Goods
             ,
             and
             save
             me
             too
             .
          
           
             You
             are
             the
             first
             I
             meet
             here
             ;
             at
             your
             knee
          
           
             I
             bow
             my self
             as
             men
             bow
             Gods
             unto
             .
          
           
             Tell
             me
             (
             I
             pray
             you
             )
             true
             ,
             What
             Land
             is
             this
             ?
          
           
             What
             Town
             ?
             Th'
             Inhabitants
             what
             men
             ?
          
           
             An
             Isle
             ,
             or
             of
             the
             Continent
             a
             piece
             ?
          
           
             To
             this
             the
             Goddess
             answered
             agen
             .
          
           
             Simple
             you
             are
             ,
             or
             very
             far
             hence
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             To
             ask
             what
             Country
             this
             is
             .
             For
             't
             is
             not
          
           
             A
             place
             obscure
             ;
             for
             known
             't
             is
             very
             well
          
           
             Both
             East
             and
             West
             ,
             though
             but
             a
             little
             spot
             ,
          
           
             And
             rugged
             ground
             ,
             not
             fit
             for
             galloping
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             Corn
             it
             bears
             abundantly
             and
             Wine
             ;
          
           
             And
             is
             well
             watered
             both
             with
             Dew
             and
             Spring
          
           
             And
             nourisheth
             great
             Herds
             of
             Goats
             and
             Kine
             .
          
           
             Of
             wood
             of
             ev'ry
             sort
             there
             is
             good
             store
             .
          
           
             Though
             from
             A●haea
             far
             men
             say
             is
             Troy
             ,
          
           
           
             Yet
             Ithaca
             is
             talkt
             of
             on
             that
             shore
             .
          
           
             These
             words
             unto
             Ulysses
             were
             great
             joy
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Goddess
             then
             he
             answered
          
           
             (
             Falsly
             ;
             on
             Fables
             keeping
             still
             his
             hold
             ,
          
           
             As
             one
             that
             always
             Plots
             hath
             in
             his
             head
             )
          
           
             I
             have
             (
             said
             he
             )
             of
             Ithaca
             been
             told
          
           
             Fa●
             hence
             in
             Crete
             ,
             and
             now
             am
             thither
             come
          
           
             With
             these
             my
             Goods
             ,
             but
             leaving
             to
             my
             Child
          
           
             About
             as
             much
             as
             I
             brought
             out
             from
             home
             ,
          
           
             And
             here
             I
             am
             alone
             ,
             a
             man
             exil'd
             .
          
           
             For
             of
             Idomeneus
             I
             kill'd
             the
             Son
          
           
             Orsilochus
             ,
             sor
             swiftness
             of
             his
             feet
          
           
             So
             excellent
             ,
             there
             was
             not
             any
             one
          
           
             That
             could
             out
             run
             him
             in
             the
             Isle
             of
             Crete
             ,
          
           
             Because
             I
             had
             refused
             a
             Command
          
           
             Under
             his
             Father
             at
             the
             Siege
             of
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             And
             would
             command
             my
             own
             ,
             he
             took
             in
             hand
          
           
             To
             have
             depriv'd
             me
             of
             my
             share
             o'
             th'
             Prey
             ,
          
           
             Which
             to
             my
             dangers
             and
             my
             deeds
             was
             due
             .
          
           
             For
             which
             ,
             by
             night
             with
             one
             Companion
          
           
             Near
             the
             High-way
             I
             with
             my
             Spear
             him
             slew
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             dark
             escap'●
             when
             I
             had
             done
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             Phoenicia
             by
             Sea
             I
             went
             ;
          
           
             And
             hired
             with
             a
             good
             part
             of
             my
             Prey
          
           
             To
             Pylus
             or
             to
             Elis
             to
             be
             sent
             .
          
           
             But
             adverse
             winds
             forc't
             us
             another
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             wandring
             there
             arrived
             in
             the
             night
             .
          
           
             And
             streight
             into
             this
             Por●…we
             brought
             the
             Bark
             .
          
           
             Ne're
             thought
             of
             Food
             ,
             though
             very
             well
             we
             might
             ,
          
           
             But
             went
             ashore
             ,
             and
             lay
             down
             in
             the
             dark
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             I
             slept
             .
             The
             Mariners
             mean
             while
          
           
             Take
             out
             my
             Goods
             and
             lay
             them
             on
             the
             shore
             ,
          
           
             And
             back
             unto
             Sidonia
             they
             sail
             ,
          
           
             And
             after
             that
             I
             never
             saw
             them
             more
             .
          
           
             At
             this
             the
             Goddess
             smil'd
             ,
             and
             stroak'd
             his
             head
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             womans
             shape
             before
             him
             stood
             ,
          
           
             Of
             stature
             tall
             and
             like
             to
             one
             well
             bred
             ,
          
           
             The
             cras●
             that
             catches
             you
             had
             need
             be
             good
             .
          
           
             You
             cannot
             though
             at
             home
             your
             wile●
             f●…go
             ,
          
           
             And
             your
             fam'd
             Stories
             ,
             though
             there
             be
             no
             need
             ;
          
           
           
             So
             close
             they
             stick
             to
             you
             from
             top
             to
             toe
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             no
             more
             of
             that
             .
             For
             't
             is
             agreed
          
           
             'Mongst
             Mortals
             you
             ,
             amongst
             Immortals
             I
          
           
             For
             Counsel
             and
             Invention
             excel
             .
          
           
             Did
             you
             not
             know
             me
             that
             perpetually
          
           
             Have
             at
             your
             need
             assisted
             you
             so
             well
             ?
          
           
             And
             now
             am
             come
             to
             help
             you
             to
             secure
          
           
             The
             rich
             Phaeacia●
             Presents
             you
             have
             here
             ,
          
           
             And
             tell
             you
             what
             at
             home
             you
             must
             endure
             ;
          
           
             Affronts
             and
             scorns
             ,
             you
             shall
             find
             many
             there
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             Difficult
             it
             is
          
           
             For
             any
             mortal
             man
             though
             very
             wise
          
           
             To
             know
             a
             God
             ,
             that
             can
             their
             form
             dismiss
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             they
             will
             ,
             put
             on
             a
             new
             disguise
             .
          
           
             When
             th'
             Argive
             Army
             was
             besieging
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             Goddess
             I
             know
             how
             gracious
             you
             were
             then
             .
          
           
             But
             after
             (
             the
             Town
             sackt
             )
             we
             came
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             scatter'd
             had
             the
             Gods
             our
             ships
             and
             men
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             was
             wandring
             on
             the
             Ocean
             wide
             ,
          
           
             I
             never
             saw
             you
             ,
             never
             had
             your
             aid
             ,
          
           
             Save
             at
             Phaeacia
             you
             were
             pleas'd
             to
             guide
          
           
             Me
             to
             the
             Town
             ,
             and
             hasten
             me
             dismaid
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             beseech
             you
             (
             for
             still
             do
             I
             doubt
          
           
             This
             is
             not
             Ithaca
             that
             I
             am
             at
             ,
          
           
             But
             some
             place
             else
             ,
             and
             that
             you
             go
             about
          
           
             With
             comforts
             feign'd
             my
             sorrows
             to
             abate
             .
             )
          
           
             Tell
             me
             if
             this
             my
             Country
             be
             indeed
             .
          
           
             Pallas
             said
             then
             ,
             Suspitious
             still
             you
             are
             .
          
           
             I
             cannot
             theresore
             leave
             you
             in
             your
             need
             ,
          
           
             Since
             wise
             you
             be
             ,
             and
             willing
             to
             beware
             .
          
           
             Another
             man
             that
             had
             been
             along
             away
             ,
          
           
             Had
             straight
             gone
             home
             to
             see
             his
             Wife
             and
             Son
             ;
          
           
             But
             that
             for
             you
             is
             not
             the
             safest
             way
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             had
             it
             yet
             been
             opportunely
             done
             .
          
           
             Know
             how
             she
             'll
             take
             it
             first
             .
             She
             keeps
             within
             ,
          
           
             And
             spends
             in
             weeping
             both
             the
             night
             and
             day
             .
          
           
             I
             know
             full
             well
             the
             Fates
             his
             coming
             spin
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             his
             Mates
             shall
             first
             be
             cast
             away
             .
          
           
             But
             with
             my
             U●kle
             N●…e
             had
             no
             mind
          
           
             To
             be
             at
             odds
             ,
             that
             in
             such
             choler
             is
             ;
          
           
           
             For
             making
             of
             his
             Son
             the
             Cy●l●ps
             blind
             .
          
           
             But
             come
             ,
             Fil
             shew
             you
             Ithaca
             .
             First
             ,
             This
          
           
             The
             Port
             of
             Phorcys
             is
             ,
             This
             the
             Olive-tree
             ,
          
           
             There
             near
             it
             is
             the
             gloomy
             Cavern
             ,
             where
          
           
             The
             Nymphs
             Naïades
             invoked
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             you
             in
             that
             Cave
             much
             worshipt
             were
             .
          
           
             The
             Hill
             so
             cloth'd
             with
             wood
             is
             Neriton
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Mist
             dissolves
             ,
             and
             then
             Ulysses
          
           
             His
             Native
             Country
             joyful
             looks
             upon
             ,
          
           
             And
             falling
             on
             his
             knees
             the
             Soil
             he
             kisses
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             to
             the
             Naïades
             he
             prai'd
             ,
          
           
             Hail
             Daughters
             of
             High
             
               Jove
               Naïades
            
             ,
          
           
             Ne'r
             to
             have
             seen
             you
             more
             I
             was
             afraid
             ;
          
           
             But
             oft
             we
             shall
             again
             ,
             if
             Pallas
             please
          
           
             To
             give
             me
             life
             ,
             and
             prosper
             my
             dear
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Altar
             fill
             with
             Gists
             as
             heretofore
             .
          
           
             The
             Goddess
             Pall●s
             when
             his
             Pray'r
             was
             done
             ,
          
           
             Answer'd
             ,
             Let
             that
             thought
             trouble
             you
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             But
             come
             ,
             let
             's
             now
             see
             how
             your
             Goods
             to
             save
             ,
          
           
             Now
             presently
             .
             'T
             were
             well
             that
             they
             were
             laid
          
           
             Wi●hin
             some
             Rock
             at
             bottom
             of
             the
             Cave
             .
          
           
             Then
             went
             she
             in
             ,
             and
             Caves
             in
             Cave
             survey'd
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             brought
             into
             the
             Grot
             his
             Store
             ,
          
           
             Garments
             ,
             and
             heavy
             Brass
             ,
             and
             Golden
             Plate
             ;
          
           
             Which
             Pallas
             plac'd
             ,
             and
             laid
             a
             Rock
             o'
             th'
             door
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             in
             counsel
             both
             together
             sate
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             to
             destroy
             .
             Pallas
             first
             spake
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             (
             said
             she
             )
             think
             on
             how
             you
             may
          
           
             Your
             just
             revenge
             of
             the
             proud
             Suiters
             take
             ,
          
           
             That
             use
             your
             House
             and
             Substance
             as
             their
             prey
             ;
          
           
             That
             marry
             would
             your
             Wife
             by
             force
             .
             But
             she
          
           
             Still
             keeps
             them
             off
             with
             hopes
             and
             promises
             ,
          
           
             Expecting
             your
             return
             continually
             ,
          
           
             But
             than
             of
             Marriage
             think
             of
             nothing
             less
             .
          
           
             O
             ,
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             But
             for
             your
             advice
             ,
          
           
             I
             died
             had
             as
             Agamemnon
             did
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             ,
             O
             Pallas
             ,
             find
             out
             some
             device
          
           
             How
             of
             the
             Suiters
             best
             I
             may
             be
             rid
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             me
             stand
             inspiring
             courage
             stout
             ,
          
           
             As
             when
             we
             pull'd
             Troys
             head-gear
             off
             her
             head
             .
          
           
           
             For
             then
             to
             master
             them
             I
             should
             not
             doubt
          
           
             Three
             hundred
             though
             they
             were
             .
             Then
             answered
          
           
             The
             Goddess
             Pallas
             ,
             By
             you
             I
             will
             stand
             ;
          
           
             You
             cannot
             fight
             ,
             but
             I
             shall
             of
             it
             know
             ,
          
           
             And
             bring
             unto
             you
             such
             a
             lucky
             hand
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             their
             Blood
             and
             Brains
             the
             ground
             shall
             flow
             .
          
           
             Come
             ,
             First
             ●'ll
             make
             you
             to
             men
             pass
             unknown
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             shrink
             your
             skin
             that
             's
             now
             so
             fair
             and
             fresh
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             your
             head
             take
             off
             that
             hair
             so
             brown
             ,
          
           
             And
             cover
             will
             with
             such
             array
             your
             flesh
          
           
             As
             men
             shall
             hate
             the
             sight
             of
             .
             Then
             your
             eyes
          
           
             I
             'll
             shrivel
             up
             ,
             that
             were
             so
             full
             and
             bright
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             this
             habit
             th'Woo'rs
             may
             you
             despise
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             your
             wife
             know
             you
             standing
             in
             her
             sight
             .
          
           
             Then
             go
             you
             to
             the
             Master
             of
             your
             Swine
          
           
             That
             loves
             you
             and
             your
             Son
             and
             your
             Consort
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             direct
             you
             to
             him
             take
             this
             signe
             .
          
           
             He
             's
             at
             
               Crow
               Rock
            
             ,
             thither
             the
             Swine
             resort
             ,
          
           
             And
             
             t'Arethusa's
             well
             .
             For
             why
             ,
             the
             Oken
          
           
             Berries
             with
             that
             sweet
             water
             make
             them
             fat
             .
          
           
             Stay
             there
             till
             to
             him
             you
             your
             mind
             have
             spoken
             ,
          
           
             And
             well
             inform'd
             your self
             of
             your
             estate
             .
          
           
             To
             La●edaemon
             I
             the
             while
             will
             go
             ,
          
           
             To
             call
             your
             Son
             Telemachus
             away
             ,
          
           
             Who
             thither
             went
             by
             Sea
             ,
             that
             he
             might
             know
          
           
             What
             Menelaus
             there
             of
             you
             could
             say
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             Goddess
             ,
             since
             you
             could
          
           
             Have
             told
             him
             all
             your self
             ,
             why
             did
             you
             not
             ?
          
           
             Meant
             you
             that
             also
             he
             be
             wandring
             should
          
           
             While
             other
             men
             stay
             feeding
             on
             his
             Lot
             ?
          
           
             Trouble
             not
             you
             your self
             with
             him
             ,
             said
             she
             .
          
           
             I
             sent
             him
             and
             went
             with
             him
             with
             intent
          
           
             To
             shew
             him
             to
             the
             World
             abroad
             .
             And
             he
          
           
             At
             Sparta
             treated
             is
             to
             his
             content
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             true
             ,
             the
             Suiters
             with
             a
             Ship
             are
             gone
          
           
             To
             wait
             for
             ,
             and
             to
             kill
             him
             ,
             by
             the
             way
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             believe
             before
             that
             that
             be
             done
             ,
          
           
             Some
             will
             lie
             low
             that
             now
             your
             goods
             destroy
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             she
             spake
             ,
             she
             stroakt
             him
             with
             her
             Wand
             .
          
           
             And
             rivell'd
             seem'd
             his
             skin
             (
             which
             was
             before
          
           
           
             So
             sleek
             and
             fair
             )
             as
             if
             it
             had
             been
             tann'd
             .
          
           
             And
             gray
             his
             hair
             ,
             rivel'd
             his
             eyes
             all
             o're
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             she
             gave
             him
             an
             ill-favour'd
             Rag
          
           
             Torn
             ,
             foul
             ,
             and
             smutted
             filthily
             with
             soot
             ,
          
           
             And
             over
             that
             the
             pill'd
             skin
             of
             a
             Stag
             ,
          
           
             And
             Satchel
             full
             of
             holes
             then
             added
             to
             't
          
           
             With
             twisted
             string
             .
             And
             up
             their
             councel
             brake
             .
          
           
             The
             Goddess
             Pallas
             thence
             to
             Sparta
             past
             ,
          
           
             To
             bid
             Telemachus
             his
             leave
             to
             take
          
           
             Of
             Menelaus
             ,
             and
             go
             home
             with
             haste
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           XIV
           .
        
         
           
             BUt
             he
             in
             rugged
             way
             ,
             o're
             Mountains
             sleep
             ,
          
           
             Through
             Woods
             obscure
             unto
             Eumaeus
             went
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Office
             was
             the
             herds
             of
             Swine
             to
             keep
             ;
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             Servants
             was
             most
             diligent
          
           
             And
             found
             him
             in
             the
             Porch
             before
             the
             Door
             .
          
           
             The
             house
             was
             handsome
             ,
             and
             high-built
             and
             great
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             to
             it
             was
             adjoyned
             any
             more
             ,
          
           
             Well
             fenc'd
             from
             wind
             it
             was
             ,
             and
             a
             warm
             seat
             ,
          
           
             Built
             by
             himself
             on
             purpose
             for
             the
             Swine
          
           
             Of
             his
             good
             Lord
             Ulysses
             that
             was
             gone
             ,
          
           
             With
             Stone
             that
             hew'n
             was
             from
             the
             rocky
             Mine
             ,
          
           
             Besides
             those
             of
             Laertes
             and
             his
             Son.
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             quickset-hedge
             enclosed
             round
             ,
          
           
             And
             Pales
             of
             heart
             of
             Oak
             the
             hedge
             without
          
           
             Set
             close
             together
             ,
             and
             stuck
             deep
             i'
             th'
             ground
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             the
             house
             was
             senced
             round
             about
             .
          
           
             Within
             the
             Court
             twelve
             lodgings
             were
             for
             Swine
             ,
          
           
             And
             ev'ry
             one
             of
             them
             h●ld
             five
             times
             ten
             ;
          
           
             And
             there
             the
             female
             and
             the
             teeming
             ly●n
             .
          
           
             The
             males
             lay-out
             ,
             but
             much
             diminisht
             then
             ,
          
           
           
             For
             the
             proud
             Suiters
             eaten
             had
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             Eum●us
             having
             sent
             in
             every
             day
          
           
             One
             of
             the
             fattest
             of
             the
             Herd
             and
             best
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             three
             hundred
             and
             threescore
             were
             they
             .
          
           
             Near
             to
             the
             Swine
             four
             Dogs
             were
             ever
             lying
             ,
          
           
             ●●ke
             to
             wild
             Beasts
             ;
             and
             by
             Eumaeus
             fed
             .
          
           
             Himself
             was
             feather
             to
             his
             foot
             applying
             ,
          
           
             Made
             of
             a
             good
             Cow-hide
             well
             coloured
             .
          
           
             Three
             Dogs
             attending
             were
             the
             Herd
             .
             The
             fourth
          
           
             Convoying
             was
             a
             Swine
             unto
             the
             Woo'rs
             ,
          
           
             The
             other
             three
             ran
             fie●cely
             bawling
             forth
          
           
             When
             they
             Ulyss●s
             saw
             come
             neer
             the
             doors
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             wisely
             then
             his
             Staff
             le
             ts
             fall
             ,
          
           
             And
             presently
             sits
             down
             upon
             the
             ground
             .
          
           
             But
             had
             Eumaeus
             not
             come
             in
             withal
             ,
          
           
             An
             unbeseeming
             fortune
             he
             had
             found
             .
          
           
             Who
             letting
             fall
             the
             leather
             for
             his
             shooe
             ,
          
           
             Running
             and
             rating
             came
             in
             to
             his
             aid
             ;
          
           
             And
             snatcht
             stones
             up
             abundance
             at
             them
             threw
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             he
             to
             Ulysses
             spake
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Old
             man
             your self
             almost
             to
             death
             you
             brought
          
           
             By
             those
             accursed
             Dogs
             ,
             and
             me
             to
             shame
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             my
             sorrow
             great
             enough
             were
             not
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             there
             must
             be
             added
             to
             it
             blame
             .
          
           
             While
             sitting
             here
             I
             for
             my
             Master
             weep
             ,
          
           
             And
             feed
             his
             Swine
             for
             other
             men
             to
             eat
             ,
          
           
             He
             somewhere
             swallow'd
             up
             is
             in
             the
             Deep
             ,
          
           
             Or
             wandets
             up
             and
             down
             for
             want
             of
             meat
             .
          
           
             But
             come
             ,
             Old
             man
             ,
             into
             the
             Lodge
             let
             's
             go
             ,
          
           
             That
             when
             of
             meat
             and
             wine
             you
             have
             your
             fils
             ,
          
           
             You
             may
             then
             tell
             me
             when●e
             you
             are
             ,
             and
             who
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             much
             you
             have
             suffered
             of
             ill
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             led
             him
             in
             and
             made
             him
             sit
             ,
          
           
             And
             under
             him
             he
             store
             of
             rushes
             laid
             ,
          
           
             O're
             that
             a
             Goa●skin
             ,
             thick
             with
             hair
             was
             it
          
           
             Of
             which
             a
             speckl'd
             wild
             Goat
             had
             been
             flaid
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             glad
             to
             see
             the
             man
             so
             kind
          
           
             And
             very
             hearty
             ,
             answered
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             May
             all
             your
             Pray'rs
             like
             entertainment
             find
          
           
             With
             Jove
             for
             whatsoever
             you
             have
             prai'd
             .
          
           
           
             Stranger
             (
             then
             said
             Eumaeus
             )
             it
             was
             never
          
           
             My
             custome
             any
             Stranger
             to
             neglect
             .
          
           
             The
             poor
             and
             Stranger
             are
             in
             Gods
             hand
             ever
             .
          
           
             Few
             are
             my
             Gifts
             ,
             and
             but
             of
             small
             effect
             .
          
           
             For
             Servants
             of
             young
             Masters
             stand
             in
             fear
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             Gods
             my
             old
             one
             fast
             is
             bound
          
           
             From
             coming
             home
             .
             'T
             was
             he
             that
             gave
             me
             here
          
           
             A
             house
             and
             fair
             possession
             of
             ground
          
           
             As
             much
             as
             fits
             a
             Master
             to
             his
             Swain
             ,
          
           
             And
             helpt
             me
             too
             contentedly
             to
             wive
             ,
          
           
             Which
             taketh
             off
             a
             great
             part
             of
             my
             pain
             .
          
           
             Also
             the
             Gods
             have
             made
             my
             labour
             thrive
             .
          
           
             How
             happy
             had
             I
             been
             if
             he
             had
             stai'd
             !
          
           
             Accursed
             be
             that
             Helen
             and
             her
             Kin.
          
           
             For
             ,
             for
             Atrides
             sake
             he
             Anchors
             wai'd
             ,
          
           
             Himself
             much
             misery
             engaging
             in
             .
          
           
             Having
             thus
             said
             ,
             he
             girded
             on
             his
             Coat
             ,
          
           
             And
             fetcht
             in
             two
             young
             Pigs
             :
             not
             long
             he
             staid
             ,
          
           
             But
             kill'd
             ,
             sindg'd
             ,
             jointed
             ,
             roasted
             ,
             piping-hot
          
           
             Before
             Ulysses
             with
             the
             Spits
             he
             laid
             ,
          
           
             Then
             strows
             them
             over
             with
             the
             flour
             of
             Wheat
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             an
             Ivy
             Bowl
             he
             tempers
             Wine
             ;
          
           
             And
             sitting
             o're
             against
             him
             bids
             him
             eat
             .
          
           
             Eat
             ,
             says
             he
             ,
             Servants
             food
             ,
             the
             lesser
             Swine
             .
          
           
             The
             great
             ones
             are
             the
             pamper'd
             Suiters
             fare
             .
          
           
             The
             blessed
             Gods
             hate
             evil
             works
             ,
             and
             love
          
           
             Them
             that
             do
             well
             .
             But
             these
             men
             little
             care
          
           
             For
             mercy
             or
             for
             vengeance
             from
             above
             .
          
           
             Yet
             enemies
             and
             lawless
             men
             ,
             when
             they
          
           
             Disbark
             upon
             anothers
             Land
             ,
             and
             there
          
           
             With
             Prey
             their
             ship
             have
             laden
             ,
             come
             away
             ;
          
           
             And
             of
             revenge
             stand
             always
             in
             great
             fear
             .
          
           
             But
             these
             men
             know
             not
             ,
             nor
             by
             Voice
             Divine
          
           
             Assured
             are
             Ulysses
             now
             is
             dead
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             neither
             will
             go
             hence
             ,
             nor
             have
             designe
          
           
             To
             seek
             by
             lawful
             ways
             his
             Wife
             to
             wed
             ;
          
           
             But
             stay
             and
             waste
             his
             Substance
             without
             hoe
             .
          
           
             For
             not
             a
             day
             went
             o're
             their
             heads
             that
             they
          
           
             Did
             Sacrifice
             one
             only
             Beast
             or
             two
             ;
          
           
             And
             wine
             abundance
             drink
             and
             cast
             away
             .
          
           
           
             Ulysses
             his
             estate
             and
             wealth
             was
             such
             ,
          
           
             In
             Greece
             nor
             Argos
             ,
             no
             Prince
             in
             Epire
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             twenty
             had
             in
             Ithaca
             so
             much
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             to
             have
             it
             reckon'd
             you
             desire
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             the
             Continent
             twelve
             herds
             of
             ●ine
             ,
          
           
             Twelve
             herds
             of
             Goats
             ,
             as
             many
             flocks
             of
             Sheep
             ,
          
           
             As
             many
             Swine-houses
             replete
             with
             Swine
             ,
          
           
             Which
             herdsmen
             of
             the
             Country
             there
             did
             keep
             .
          
           
             And
             here
             ,
             upon
             the
             Islands
             farthest
             end
          
           
             There
             be
             eleven
             herds
             of
             Goats
             .
             Of
             these
          
           
             The
             Goat-keeper
             does
             ev'ry
             day
             one
             send
             ,
          
           
             The
             best
             of
             all
             ,
             the
             Suiters
             proud
             to
             please
             .
          
           
             And
             daily
             I
             the
             best
             of
             all
             my
             Swine
             .
          
           
             Thus
             said
             he
             .
             But
             Ulysses
             silent
             sate
             ,
          
           
             Eating
             his
             meat
             ,
             and
             drinking
             of
             his
             Wine
             ,
          
           
             And
             plotting
             in
             his
             head
             the
             Suiters
             fate
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             had
             supt
             ,
             Eumaeus
             to
             the
             b●im
          
           
             Fill'd
             up
             his
             Cup
             with
             wine
             .
             Ulysses
             then
          
           
             Glad
             that
             Eumaeus
             so
             well
             treated
             him
             ,
          
           
             Drank
             ,
             and
             the
             Cup
             deliv'ring
             back
             agen
             ,
          
           
             Friend
             (
             says
             he
             )
             That
             so
             rich
             and
             valiant
             man
          
           
             Your
             Master
             that
             was
             for
             Atrides
             lost
             ,
          
           
             If
             I
             have
             seen
             him
             ,
             do
             you
             think
             you
             can
          
           
             Know
             him
             ?
             God
             knows
             I
             have
             seen
             many
             a
             coast
             ,
          
           
             Then
             answer'd
             he
             ,
             There
             is
             no
             Stranger
             able
          
           
             Nor
             with
             his
             VVife
             nor
             Son
             to
             get
             belief
             .
          
           
             The
             news
             they
             tell
             both
             take
             but
             for
             a
             Fable
          
           
             Invented
             by
             their
             want
             to
             get
             relief
             .
          
           
             Many
             poor
             men
             come
             to
             Penelope
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             her
             weep
             in
             vain
             with
             Tales
             untrue
             .
          
           
             And
             where
             you
             think
             you
             shall
             rewarded
             be
          
           
             VVith
             Coat
             or
             other
             Garment
             ,
             so
             can
             you
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             's
             devour'd
             by
             Beasts
             or
             Fowls
             at
             Land
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Fish
             at
             Sea
             have
             on
             his
             body
             fed
             .
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             Shore
             his
             Bones
             lie
             clad
             in
             sand
             .
          
           
             But
             howso'ere
             it
             be
             ,
             the
             man
             is
             dead
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             his
             friends
             has
             sorrow
             left
             behind
             ,
          
           
             But
             to
             me
             chiefly
             ,
             who
             ,
             go
             where
             I
             please
          
           
             Shall
             never
             such
             another
             Master
             find
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             ever
             be
             again
             at
             so
             much
             ease
             ,
          
           
           
             No
             ,
             though
             I
             should
             unto
             my
             Country
             go
          
           
             And
             Parents
             that
             have
             got
             and
             nourisht
             me
             ;
          
           
             To
             see
             them
             though
             I
             wish
             ,
             I
             long
             not
             so
          
           
             As
             I
             Ulysses
             long
             again
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             Whom
             though
             now
             absent
             I
             call
             by
             his
             name
             ,
          
           
             He
             was
             so
             kind
             ,
             and
             took
             such
             care
             of
             me
             ,
          
           
             That
             of
             such
             small
             respect
             I
             feel
             some
             shame
             .
          
           
             A
             second
             Father
             he
             should
             called
             be
             .
          
           
             Friend
             ,
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             since
             so
             hard
             it
             is
          
           
             To
             make
             you
             hope
             he
             will
             so
             soon
             be
             here
             ,
          
           
             Know
             that
             I
             have
             not
             rashly
             told
             you
             this
             .
          
           
             What
             I
             have
             spoken
             I
             will
             also
             swear
             .
          
           
             If
             true
             ,
             with
             Coat
             and
             Vest
             my
             news
             require
             ;
          
           
             If
             not
             ,
             then
             not
             ,
             although
             ill
             raid
             am
             I.
          
           
             Of
             him
             as
             of
             Hell-gate
             I
             hate
             the
             sight
          
           
             That
             can
             by
             want
             be
             made
             to
             tell
             a
             Lye.
          
           
             Know
             Jove
             the
             chief
             of
             Gods
             ,
             and
             then
             the
             Host
          
           
             That
             hath
             provided
             for
             us
             this
             good
             Chear
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             Ulysses
             house
             doth
             rule
             the
             roast
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             will
             be
             here
             sometime
             this
             year
             ;
          
           
             This
             Month
             expired
             ,
             or
             the
             next
             begun
             ,
          
           
             And
             be
             reveng'd
             of
             th'
             Wooers
             impudent
          
           
             That
             have
             dishonoured
             his
             Wife
             and
             Son.
          
           
             Then
             said
             Eumaeus
             ,
             Leave
             this
             argument
             .
          
           
             For
             your
             good
             news
             nothing
             will
             be
             to
             pay
             .
          
           
             Nor
             will
             Ulysses
             ever
             come
             again
             .
          
           
             Drink
             wine
             ,
             and
             no
             more
             on
             this
             subject
             say
             .
          
           
             I
             cannot
             think
             upon
             him
             without
             pain
             .
          
           
             And
             swear
             no
             more
             .
             True
             be
             it
             all
             you
             say
             .
          
           
             To
             me
             Laertes
             ,
             and
             Pe●elope
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             Telemachus
             't
             will
             be
             great
             joy
             ,
          
           
             For
             whom
             my
             sorrows
             much
             augmented
             be
             ;
          
           
             He
             sprang
             up
             like
             a
             Branch
             to
             mans
             estate
             .
          
           
             I
             thought
             he
             would
             in
             Prowess
             prove
             no
             less
          
           
             Than
             's
             Father
             was
             whom
             he
             did
             imitate
          
           
             In
             Wit
             and
             Figure
             and
             in
             Comliness
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             the
             Gods
             bereav'd
             him
             have
             of
             Wit.
          
           
             He
             's
             gone
             to
             Pyle
             to
             hear
             what
             men
             there
             say
          
           
             About
             his
             Father
             ,
             whilst
             the
             Suiters
             sit
          
           
             Waiting
             at
             Sea
             to
             kill
             him
             by
             the
             way
             .
          
           
           
             But
             him
             let
             's
             leave
             a
             while
             with
             Pow'rs
             above
          
           
             Whether
             to
             let
             him
             die
             ,
             or
             bring
             him
             back
             ,
          
           
             VVaiting
             upon
             the
             pleasure
             of
             high
             Jove
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             of
             your
             own
             woes
             untie
             the
             sa●k
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             may
             know
             them
             .
             Tell
             me
             truly
             now
          
           
             Your
             own
             ,
             your
             Fathers
             ,
             and
             your
             Countries
             name
             .
          
           
             And
             further
             I
             desire
             you
             ,
             let
             me
             know
          
           
             VVhence
             are
             the
             Mariners
             that
             with
             you
             came
          
           
             Unto
             this
             Town
             ,
             and
             tell
             me
             this
             likewise
             ,
          
           
             Where
             rideth
             the
             good
             ship
             that
             brought
             you
             to
             't
             .
          
           
             For
             verily
             I
             can
             no
             way
             devise
          
           
             How
             you
             should
             come
             on
             Horsback
             or
             on
             Foot.
          
           
             Then
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             VVere
             we
             here
             alone
             ,
          
           
             And
             meat
             and
             drink
             for
             so
             long
             us
             attend
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             rest
             about
             their
             work
             were
             gone
             ,
          
           
             The
             year
             would
             sooner
             than
             my
             Story
             end
             .
          
           
             Of
             Crete
             I
             am
             ,
             and
             rich
             my
             Father
             was
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             Children
             more
             he
             had
             .
             But
             they
          
           
             Begotten
             were
             according
             to
             the
             Laws
             .
          
           
             But
             of
             a
             Concubine
             the
             Son
             was
             I.
          
           
             My
             Father
             was
             
               Cas●or
               Hylacides
            
             ,
          
           
             That
             was
             for
             wealth
             in
             Crete
             much
             honoured
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             his
             Children
             ,
             but
             lov'd
             me
             no
             less
          
           
             Than
             those
             he
             had
             begot
             in
             lawful
             bed
             .
          
           
             VVhen
             he
             was
             dead
             and
             gone
             ,
             my
             Brothers
             proud
          
           
             Divide
             his
             state
             amongst
             themselves
             by
             Lot
             ,
          
           
             And
             little
             of
             it
             they
             to
             me
             allow'd
             .
          
           
             But
             for
             all
             that
             a
             good
             rich
             wife
             I
             got
             ;
          
           
             My
             vertue
             won
             her
             .
             I
             no
             shun-field
             was
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             from
             my
             stock
             degenerate
             she
             saw
          
           
             (
             Though
             from
             me
             now
             my
             strength
             be
             gone
             alas
             )
          
           
             But
             you
             I
             think
             can
             know
             Wheat
             by
             the
             Straw
             .
          
           
             For
             now
             with
             hardship
             I
             am
             much
             decai'd
             .
          
           
             Mars
             gave
             me
             Courage
             ,
             and
             Athena
             Skill
          
           
             To
             beat
             up
             Quarters
             ,
             and
             by
             Ambush
             laid
          
           
             With
             Stratagems
             my
             Enemies
             to
             kill
             .
          
           
             Of
             being
             sl●in
             I
             never
             had
             a
             thought
             ,
          
           
             But
             formost
             still
             I
             leapt
             out
             with
             my
             Spear
             ;
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             ●oes
             to
             death
             I
             still
             one
             brought
             ,
          
           
             Unless
             his
             feet
             than
             my
             feet
             swister
             were
             .
          
           
           
             And
             such
             I
             was
             in
             War.
             But
             Husbandry
             ,
          
           
             And
             keeping
             home
             ,
             though
             that
             bred
             children
             store
             ,
          
           
             I
             ca●'d
             not
             for
             .
             But
             ships
             I
             lov'd
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             War
             ,
             Darts
             ,
             Bows
             and
             Shafts
             I
             loved
             more
             .
          
           
             Yet
             horrible
             they
             be
             to
             other
             wights
             .
          
           
             For
             ,
             for
             such
             things
             the
             Gods
             have
             temper'd
             me
             .
          
           
             Many
             things
             are
             there
             wherein
             one
             delights
             ,
          
           
             Which
             to
             another
             man
             unpleasant
             be
             .
          
           
             Before
             the
             Greeks
             went
             to
             the
             Siege
             of
             Troy
          
           
             Nine
             times
             had
             I
             commanded
             on
             the
             Seas
             ,
          
           
             And
             always
             our
             Success
             was
             good
             that
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             Prey
             I
             chose
             what
             did
             me
             please
          
           
             Beside
             my
             share
             .
             And
             wealth
             came
             in
             ●pace
             .
          
           
             Wise
             I
             was
             thought
             ,
             and
             honour'd
             much
             in
             Crete
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             Jove
             had
             decreed
             Troy
             to
             de●ace
             ,
          
           
             Id●meneus
             and
             I
             went
             with
             the
             Fleet
             ,
          
           
             Or
             else
             we
             must
             our
             credit
             quite
             have
             lost
             .
          
           
             Nine
             years
             we
             fought
             ,
             the
             tenth
             we
             took
             the
             Town
             .
          
           
             And
             setting
             up
             our
             Sails
             we
             left
             the
             Coast
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             Gods
             were
             tossed
             up
             and
             down
             .
          
           
             But
             Jove
             determin'd
             me
             more
             trouble
             yet
             .
          
           
             For
             needs
             I
             would
             to
             Aegypt
             go
             and
             trade
             .
          
           
             A
             month
             I
             stai'd
             at
             home
             ,
             ●hen
             forth
             I
             set
          
           
             With
             nine
             good
             ships
             ,
             and
             an
             ill
             Voyage
             made
             .
          
           
             For
             when
             six
             days
             I
             feasted
             had
             my
             Crew
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Gods
             devoutly
             offer'd
             pa●t
             ;
          
           
             A
             good
             strong
             wind
             from
             the
             North-Heaven
             blew
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             Coast
             of
             Crete
             we
             then
             depart
             .
          
           
             Smoothly
             we
             sail'd
             ,
             safe
             our
             arrival
             was
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             man
             nor
             ship
             had
             any
             harm
             at
             all
             .
          
           
             From
             shore
             to
             shore
             we
             did
             in
             five
             days
             pass
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             Nile
             we
             let
             our
             Anchors
             fall
             .
          
           
             Then
             I
             my
             Fellows
             bad
             aboard
             to
             stay
          
           
             And
             guard
             the
             ships
             ,
             and
             some
             to
             places
             high
          
           
             I
             sent
             to
             watch
             ,
             but
             mov●d
             by
             lucre
             ,
             they
          
           
             On
             plunder
             and
             on
             rapine
             had
             their
             eye
             .
          
           
             The
             fields
             they
             waste
             ,
             and
             kill
             the
             men
             ,
             and
             make
          
           
             Women
             and
             Children
             captives
             .
             Then
             the
             cry
          
           
             Arriving
             at
             the
             City
             ,
             Arms
             they
             take
             ,
          
           
             And
             next
             day
             early
             to
             the
             field
             they
             hie
             ,
          
           
           
             With
             Horse
             and
             Foot
             then
             thundered
             the
             field
             .
          
           
             Their
             Armour
             lightned
             .
             My
             men
             frighted
             were
             .
          
           
             Some
             taken
             and
             made
             slaves
             ;
             some
             flying
             kill'd
             ;
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             rest
             ran
             scatter'd
             here
             and
             there
             ,
          
           
             Then
             I
             (
             though
             t
             'had
             been
             better
             there
             t'
             have
             di'd
             ,
          
           
             So
             many
             woes
             have
             since
             befallen
             me
             )
          
           
             Pull'd
             off
             my
             Helmet
             ,
             laid
             my
             Spear
             aside
             ,
          
           
             And
             Buckler
             too
             ,
             and
             kneel'd
             at
             the
             Kings
             knee
             .
          
           
             He
             rescu'd
             me
             ,
             and
             home
             with
             him
             me
             brought
          
           
             Sitting
             by
             him
             that
             did
             his
             Cha●io●
             drive
             .
          
           
             Though
             in
             their
             heat
             many
             to
             kill
             me
             sought
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             the
             King
             brought
             me
             to
             the
             Town
             alive
             .
          
           
             Seven
             years
             I
             there
             remain'd
             and
             riches
             got
             .
          
           
             For
             every
             man
             almost
             me
             somewhat
             gave
             .
          
           
             Then
             thither
             came
             a
             Merchant
             that
             had
             not
          
           
             His
             fellow
             in
             all
             Aegypt
             for
             a
             Knave
             .
          
           
             His
             house
             and
             riches
             in
             Phoenicia
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             with
             Lyes
             entic'd
             me
             to
             his
             home
             ;
          
           
             With
             him
             I
             went.
             And
             there
             I
             staid
             a
             year
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             Months
             and
             Days
             about
             were
             come
             ,
          
           
             He
             set
             me
             in
             a
             ship
             for
             ●ybia
             ;
          
           
             And
             there
             together
             with
             our
             goods
             we
             sate
             ,
          
           
             He
             cracking
             of
             the
             profit
             he
             foresaw
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             suspecting
             ,
             though
             it
             were
             too
             late
             .
          
           
             With
             him
             I
             went.
             And
             when
             the
             ship
             was
             forth
             ,
          
           
             We
             steer'd
             our
             Course
             without
             the
             Isle
             of
             Crete
             ,
          
           
             For
             by
             good
             luck
             we
             had
             a
             wind
             full
             North.
          
           
             But
             Jove
             determin'd
             had
             we
             should
             not
             see
             't
             .
          
           
             For
             when
             the
             Island
             we
             had
             legt
             behind
             ,
          
           
             And
             nothing
             else
             appear'd
             but
             Sea
             and
             Sky
             ,
          
           
             Jove
             fetcht
             the
             Clouds
             together
             with
             a
             wind
          
           
             Just
             o're
             the
             Ship
             ,
             and
             dark
             't
             was
             presently
             .
          
           
             And
             therewithal
             into
             the
             Ship
             he
             threw
          
           
             His
             Thunderbolt
             ,
             which
             whirl'd
             it
             round
             about
             .
          
           
             It
             smelt
             of
             Brimstone
             rank
             .
             And
             all
             the
             Crew
          
           
             Into
             the
             Sea
             it
             suddenly
             cast
             out
             .
          
           
             And
             they
             like
             Gulls
             from
             wave
             to
             wave
             were
             ●ost
             .
          
           
             But
             Jove
             to
             save
             me
             ,
             put
             into
             my
             hand
          
           
             The
             Ships
             tall
             Mast
             which
             with
             my
             arms
             I
             crost
             .
          
           
             And
             after
             nine
             days
             came
             at
             last
             to
             land
             .
          
           
           
             And
             in
             Thresprotia
             was
             cast
             on
             land
             ;
          
           
             And
             the
             Kings
             Son
             who
             chanc't
             that
             way
             to
             pass
             ,
          
           
             Listed
             me
             up
             as
             I
             lay
             on
             the
             sand
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             King
             Phedon
             well
             receiv'd
             I
             was
             .
          
           
             He
             cloth'd
             me
             with
             good
             Garments
             Coat
             and
             Vest.
          
           
             I
             askt
             him
             of
             Ulysses
             what
             he
             knew
             .
          
           
             As
             he
             went
             home
             (
             said
             he
             )
             he
             was
             my
             Guest
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             he
             then
             had
             gotten
             did
             me
             shew
             ;
          
           
             Of
             Brass
             and
             Iron
             and
             Gold
             there
             was
             so
             much
             ,
          
           
             As
             might
             ten
             ages
             feed
             a
             man
             alone
             ,
          
           
             The
             Treasure
             that
             he
             shew'd
             me
             there
             was
             such
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             ,
             he
             said
             ,
             was
             to
             Doaona
             gone
             ,
          
           
             There
             at
             the
             Holy
             Oak
             to
             be
             advis'd
          
           
             (
             Since
             he
             from
             Ithaca
             so
             long
             has
             been
             )
          
           
             Whether
             't
             were
             better
             to
             go
             home
             disguis'd
             ,
          
           
             Or
             so
             as
             to
             be
             known
             when
             he
             is
             seen
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             to
             me
             in
             Holy
             Form
             did
             swear
             ,
          
           
             That
             for
             the
             Conduct
             of
             Ulysses
             home
             ,
          
           
             Both
             Ship
             and
             Mariners
             then
             ready
             were
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             I
             went
             from
             thence
             he
             was
             not
             come
             .
          
           
             A
             ship
             of
             that
             place
             in
             the
             harbour
             lay
          
           
             Ready
             to
             part
             .
             The
             King
             bad
             land
             me
             there
             .
          
           
             But
             they
             resolv'd
             were
             of
             another
             way
             ;
          
           
             Which
             made
             me
             yet
             more
             misery
             to
             bear
             .
          
           
             When
             of
             that
             Land
             they
             were
             got
             out
             of
             sight
             ,
          
           
             To
             sell
             me
             for
             a
             slave
             they
             did
             agree
             .
          
           
             My
             Coat
             and
             Vest
             they
             take
             from
             me
             there
             right
             ,
          
           
             And
             gave
             me
             the
             torn
             Coat
             and
             Rags
             you
             see
             .
          
           
             Late
             in
             the
             Ev'ning
             they
             were
             at
             the
             Land
          
           
             Of
             Ithaca
             ,
             and
             bound
             me
             fast
             i'
             th'
             ship
             .
          
           
             But
             they
             to
             Sup
             thought
             fit
             upon
             the
             Sand
             ,
          
           
             And
             leaving
             me
             ,
             out
             of
             the
             Bark
             they
             skip
             .
          
           
             But
             from
             my
             Bonds
             some
             God
             sure
             set
             me
             free
             .
          
           
             Then
             down
             I
             went
             and
             to
             the
             Sea
             appli'd
          
           
             My
             breast
             ,
             and
             round
             the
             ship
             swam
             speedily
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             great
             thick
             Wood
             my self
             I
             hide
             .
          
           
             Sorry
             they
             were
             ,
             and
             put
             to
             Sea
             again
             .
          
           
             To
             stay
             and
             seek
             me
             they
             lost
             labour
             thought
             .
          
           
             Thus
             by
             
             Jove's
             favour
             I
             alive
             remain
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             house
             of
             a
             good
             friend
             am
             brought
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             said
             Eumaeus
             ,
             I
             confess
             the
             Story
          
           
             (
             Poor
             man
             )
             of
             this
             your
             wandring
             and
             your
             pain
             ,
          
           
             Has
             had
             the
             pow'r
             to
             make
             me
             very
             sorry
             .
          
           
             But
             of
             Ulysses
             what
             you
             say
             is
             vain
             .
          
           
             I
             not
             believe
             a
             word
             .
             What
             needed
             you
             ,
          
           
             So
             wise
             a
             man
             as
             you
             appear
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             In
             vain
             to
             tell
             me
             any
             thing
             not
             true
             ;
          
           
             When
             I
             my self
             am
             sure
             't
             will
             never
             be
             ?
          
           
             For
             all
             the
             Gods
             have
             shewn
             themselves
             his
             foes
             ,
          
           
             That
             neither
             suffer'd
             him
             to
             fall
             at
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             No●
             the
             War
             done
             ,
             his
             best
             friends
             to
             compose
          
           
             His
             Body
             for
             the
             Grave
             .
             For
             either
             way
          
           
             He
             honorably
             buried
             had
             been
          
           
             To
             th'
             honour
             of
             his
             Son.
             But
             he
             is
             dead
             ,
          
           
             Unspoken
             of
             ,
             devour'd
             by
             Harpies
             keen
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             despis'd
             sit
             here
             to
             see
             Swine
             sed
             .
          
           
             And
             never
             to
             the
             City
             come
             ,
             but
             when
          
           
             Some
             news
             is
             brought
             unto
             Penelope
             ,
          
           
             And
             she
             send
             one
             to
             call
             me
             .
             I
             come
             then
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             listning
             to
             the
             news
             I
             see
             .
          
           
             Some
             griev'd
             and
             wishing
             for
             his
             coming
             home
             .
          
           
             Some
             that
             seek
             nothing
             but
             shot-free
             to
             feed
             .
          
           
             And
             these
             men
             wish
             that
             he
             may
             never
             come
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             of
             what
             they
             say
             take
             little
             heed
             .
          
           
             Especially
             ,
             since
             an
             Aetolian
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             from
             place
             to
             place
             for
             Murther
             fled
             ,
          
           
             Came
             to
             my
             house
             ,
             and
             I
             reliev'd
             the
             man
             ,
          
           
             And
             after
             found
             that
             I
             was
             cozened
             .
          
           
             He
             said
             he
             saw
             him
             with
             Idomeneus
          
           
             In
             Crete
             ,
             and
             that
             for
             certain
             he
             would
             come
          
           
             (
             His
             Fleet
             much
             hurt
             repaired
             )
             to
             his
             house
             ,
          
           
             Rich
             ,
             at
             the
             next
             Spring
             ,
             or
             the
             next
             Autumn
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             ,
             old
             man
             ,
             since
             you
             are
             come
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             Think
             not
             your
             Story
             any
             thing
             avails
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             that
             false
             hopes
             provoke
             my
             Charity
             .
          
           
             My
             Bounty
             looks
             on
             want
             and
             not
             on
             Tales
             .
          
           
             Pity
             ,
             and
             fear
             of
             Jove
             my
             favours
             guide
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             to
             this
             answers
             him
             ,
             and
             saith
             ,
          
           
             Since
             you
             trust
             not
             my
             Word
             ,
             nor
             Oath
             beside
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             your
             breast
             resideth
             little
             faith
             ,
          
           
           
             Let
             's
             make
             a
             Bargain
             .
             If
             Ulysses
             come
             ,
          
           
             Then
             a
             good
             Coat
             and
             Vest
             shall
             be
             my
             due
             ,
          
           
             And
             a
             safe
             Conduct
             to
             Dulichium
             .
          
           
             If
             not
             ,
             and
             that
             I
             told
             you
             prove
             untrue
             ,
          
           
             Then
             make
             your
             Servants
             threw
             me
             from
             a
             Cliff
          
           
             High
             and
             upright
             ,
             That
             others
             may
             beware
          
           
             To
             cosen
             men
             into
             a
             false
             belief
          
           
             Of
             things
             they
             know
             not
             ,
             but
             uncertain
             are
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Eumaeus
             ,
             Yes
             ,
             't
             were
             a
             fine
             deed
             ,
          
           
             And
             noble
             ,
             t'
             entertain
             a
             man
             with
             love
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             good
             chear
             relieve
             him
             in
             his
             need
             ,
          
           
             Then
             kill
             him
             ,
             and
             beg
             pardon
             then
             of
             Jove
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             I
             wish
             the
             Swine
             from
             field
             were
             come
             .
          
           
             For
             time
             it
             is
             of
             Supper
             to
             advise
             .
          
           
             And
             while
             they
             talk
             ,
             the
             Swains
             the
             Swine
             bring
             home
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             great
             noise
             they
             pent
             are
             in
             the
             sties
             .
          
           
             Then
             did
             Eumaeus
             to
             his
             servants
             call
             ,
          
           
             From
             out
             the
             Herd
             to
             choose
             one
             of
             the
             best
          
           
             His
             far-come
             friend
             to
             entertain
             withal
             ,
          
           
             And
             mend
             their
             own
             fare
             also
             with
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             long
             since
             others
             the
             work
             to
             us
             leave
          
           
             To
             feed
             the
             Swine
             they
             eat
             .
             Having
             said
             that
             ,
          
           
             Out
             went
             he
             ,
             for
             the
             Altar
             wood
             to
             cleave
             ;
          
           
             And
             they
             brought
             in
             a
             five-year-old
             Pig
             fat
             ;
          
           
             And
             laid
             it
             on
             the
             Hearth
             .
             Eumaeus
             there
          
           
             Remembring
             well
             the
             Gods
             (
             for
             he
             was
             wise
             )
          
           
             First
             from
             the
             fore-head
             clippeth
             off
             the
             hair
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             fire
             the
             same
             did
             Sacrifice
             .
          
           
             Then
             did
             he
             all
             the
             Gods
             above
             invoke
             ,
          
           
             That
             soon
             and
             safe
             Ulysses
             might
             arrive
             ,
          
           
             Next
             that
             he
             takes
             a
             piece
             of
             the
             clef●
             Oak
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             a
             stroke
             did
             him
             of
             life
             deprive
             .
          
           
             Then
             others
             take
             the
             work
             into
             their
             hands
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             keen
             steel
             they
             quickly
             cut
             his
             throat
             .
          
           
             That
             being
             done
             ,
             with
             many
             flaming
             Brands
          
           
             They
             sindge
             from
             head
             to
             tail
             his
             hairy
             Coat
             ,
          
           
             And
             lay
             him
             open
             .
             Then
             Eumaeus
             came
          
           
             And
             folded
             up
             the
             fleshy
             Thighs
             in
             fat
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             into
             the
             Fire
             he
             threw
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             The
             rest
             they
             cut
             in
             lesser
             parts
             .
             And
             that
          
           
           
             They
             roast
             on
             Spits
             ;
             and
             being
             roasted
             well
          
           
             And
             takenup
             ,
             on
             Chopping-boards
             they
             put
             it
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             then
             (
             who
             thereat
             did
             excel
             )
          
           
             As
             he
             thought
             fit
             ,
             did
             into
             Messes
             cut
             it
             .
          
           
             But
             one
             Mess
             for
             the
             Nymphs
             and
             Mercury
          
           
             He
             set
             aside
             ;
             and
             over
             that
             he
             pray'd
             .
          
           
             The
             rest
             he
             set
             to
             each
             one
             severally
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             Ulysses
             the
             whole
             Chine
             was
             lai'd
             .
          
           
             Jove
             (
             said
             Ulysses
             )
             be
             to
             you
             as
             kind
          
           
             As
             you
             to
             me
             ,
             and
             grant
             all
             your
             request
             .
          
           
             Friend
             (
             said
             Eumaeus
             )
             now
             your
             Supper
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Such
             as
             it
             is
             .
             Gods
             give
             what
             they
             think
             best
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             the
             Gods
             he
             offer'd
             the
             first
             cut
             ,
          
           
             And
             fill'd
             a
             Bowl
             ,
             and
             offer'd
             part
             of
             that
             .
          
           
             The
             Bowl
             then
             in
             Ulysses
             hand
             he
             put
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             it
             receiv'd
             ,
             and
             down
             he
             sat
             .
          
           
             Mesaulius
             then
             sets
             before
             him
             bread
             ,
          
           
             Who
             thither
             brought
             from
             Taphos
             was
             to
             sell
             ,
          
           
             And
             had
             been
             by
             Eumaeus
             purchased
             .
          
           
             Then
             heartily
             unto
             their
             meat
             they
             fell
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             to
             eat
             they
             had
             no
             more
             delight
             ,
          
           
             Mesaulius
             took
             off
             the
             bread
             ;
             and
             all
          
           
             Prepared
             were
             for
             sleep
             .
             But
             cold
             the
             night
          
           
             And
             Moonless
             was
             ;
             besides
             much
             rain
             did
             fall
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             to
             the
             Company
             then
             spake
             ,
          
           
             Tempting
             Eumaeus
             ;
             and
             to
             get
             a
             Cloak
          
           
             From
             him
             ,
             or
             from
             some
             other
             for
             his
             sake
             .
          
           
             Hear
             me
             Eumaeus
             (
             says
             he
             )
             and
             you
             folk
             ,
          
           
             I
             have
             a
             Tale
             to
             tell
             .
             This
             foolish
             Wine
          
           
             To
             laugh
             and
             dance
             is
             able
             to
             provoke
          
           
             Grave
             men
             sometimes
             that
             have
             no
             such
             designe
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             speak
             that
             which
             better
             were
             unspoke
             .
          
           
             But
             out
             it
             shall
             ,
             since
             I
             so
             much
             have
             said
             .
          
           
             O
             ,
             that
             I
             were
             as
             young
             and
             ●…rong
             as
             when
          
           
             Before
             the
             Town
             of
             ●roy
             the
             Watch
             we
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             lodged
             were
             amongst
             the
             reeds
             i'
             th'
             Fen
             ,
          
           
             By
             Menelaus
             and
             Ulysses
             led
             ,
          
           
             And
             me
             the
             third
             ;
             the
             wind
             at
             North
             all
             night
             ,
          
           
             We
             ly●…
             with
             our
             Bucklers
             covered
          
           
             With
             rain
             congeal'd
             ,
             our
             Armour
             all
             was
             white
             .
          
           
           
             And
             they
             slept
             well
             wrapt
             up
             in
             Cloak
             and
             Coat
             ,
          
           
             Safe
             in
             their
             Bucklers
             from
             the
             freezing
             wind
             .
          
           
             But
             like
             a
             fool
             my
             Cloak
             I
             had
             forgot
             .
          
           
             I
             did
             not
             think
             I
             should
             such
             weather
             find
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             a
             third
             part
             of
             the
             night
             was
             gone
             ,
          
           
             I
             nudg'd
             Ulysses
             (
             who
             did
             next
             me
             lie
             .
             )
          
           
             He
             felt
             me
             ,
             and
             to
             him
             I
             made
             my
             moan
             .
          
           
             Noble
             Ulysses
             ,
             I
             am
             like
             to
             die
             ,
          
           
             The
             weather
             kills
             me
             ,
             I
             have
             but
             a
             Coat
             .
          
           
             My
             Cloak
             some
             Daemon
             made
             me
             leave
             behind
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             such
             cold
             quite
             took
             away
             the
             thought
             .
          
           
             I
             cannot
             tell
             what
             remedy
             to
             find
             .
          
           
             No
             sooner
             said
             ,
             but
             remedy
             he
             found
             ;
          
           
             For
             able
             was
             he
             both
             to
             shift
             and
             fight
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             unto
             me
             in
             a
             whisp'ring
             sound
             ,
          
           
             Peace
             ,
             lest
             we
             heard
             be
             by
             some
             other
             Wight
             :
          
           
             And
             then
             with
             Head
             on
             Eldow
             ,
             Friend
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             I
             dreamt
             we
             from
             the
             ships
             too
             far
             lie
             here
             .
          
           
             Let
             some
             to
             Agamemnon
             go
             and
             see
             ,
          
           
             If
             he
             would
             have
             us
             rise
             and
             come
             more
             near
             .
          
           
             Then
             up
             rose
             Thoas
             Son
             of
             Andraemon
             ,
          
           
             And
             down
             he
             laid
             his
             Cloak
             ,
             the
             which
             I
             kept
             ,
          
           
             And
             swiftly
             did
             to
             Agamemnon
             run
             .
          
           
             I'
             th'
             Cloak
             I
             wrapt
             my self
             and
             soundly
             slept
             .
          
           
             Were
             I
             as
             young
             and
             strong
             as
             I
             was
             then
             ,
          
           
             Some
             one
             a
             Cloak
             would
             lend
             me
             for
             respect
             ,
          
           
             Or
             else
             for
             kindness
             ,
             'mongst
             so
             many
             men
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             my
             Rags
             are
             cause
             they
             me
             neglect
             .
          
           
             Old
             man
             ,
             then
             said
             Eumaeus
             ,
             You
             have
             told
          
           
             Your
             Story
             well
             .
             Each
             word
             to
             purpose
             is
             .
          
           
             To
             morrow
             shake
             your
             Rags
             against
             the
             cold
             .
          
           
             Of
             what
             is
             needful
             now
             you
             shall
             not
             miss
             .
          
           
             Of
             Cloak
             and
             Coat
             there
             's
             none
             of
             these
             has
             shift
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             Telemachus
             from
             Pyle
             comes
             back
             ,
          
           
             From
             him
             you
             will
             have
             all
             you
             need
             ,
             of
             gift
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             you
             neither
             Cloak
             nor
             Coat
             will
             lack
             .
          
           
             And
             be
             convey'd
             to
             what
             place
             you
             desire
             .
          
           
             With
             that
             he
             rose
             ;
             and
             woolly
             skins
             of
             sheep
             ,
          
           
             And
             shaggle
             Goatskins
             neer
             laid
             to
             the
             fire
             .
          
           
             And
             there
             Ulysses
             laid
             him
             down
             to
             sleep
             .
          
           
           
             And
             over
             him
             a
             Cloak
             Eumaeus
             laid
             ;
          
           
             Both
             thick
             and
             soft
             it
             was
             ,
             which
             he
             had
             kept
          
           
             And
             with
             it
             in
             sharp
             cold
             himself
             arrai'd
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             Ulysses
             warmly
             cover'd
             slept
             .
          
           
             By
             him
             the
             young
             men
             lay
             .
             But
             to
             the
             sties
          
           
             Eumaeus
             went.
             For
             fit
             he
             thought
             it
             not
          
           
             To
             lie
             far
             from
             his
             Swine
             ,
             and
             out
             he
             hies
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             Ulysses
             of
             his
             kindness
             thought
             ,
          
           
             Eumaeus
             first
             of
             all
             his
             Sword
             puts
             on
          
           
             O're
             his
             great
             Shoulder
             .
             Then
             against
             the
             weather
          
           
             A
             thick
             warm
             Cloak
             .
             And
             again
             that
             upon
          
           
             A
             great
             Goats
             skin
             ,
             the
             skin
             and
             hair
             together
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             with
             dart
             in
             hand
             ,
             for
             his
             defence
             ,
          
           
             (
             'Gainst
             men
             and
             Dogs
             )
             well
             armed
             at
             the
             head
             ,
          
           
             To
             where
             the
             tusked
             Swine
             lay
             parted
             thence
             ,
          
           
             Within
             a
             Rock
             from
             wind
             safe
             covered
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           XV.
           
        
         
           
             ANd
             then
             to
             
               Laced●m●n
               Pallas
            
             went
          
           
             To
             urge
             T●lemachus
             his
             leave
             to
             take
          
           
             Of
             M●…laus
             ,
             to
             whom
             she
             had
             him
             sent
             ,
          
           
             And
             home
             again
             what
             speed
             he
             could
             to
             make
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             ,
             and
             Nes●ors
             Son
             she
             found
          
           
             Within
             the
             entrance
             of
             the
             house
             abed
             ;
          
           
             The
             Son
             of
             Nestor
             in
             a
             sleep
             profound
             .
          
           
             Sleep
             came
             not
             in
             Telemachus
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             Thought
             of
             his
             Father
             open
             kept
             his
             eyes
             .
          
           
             Then
             Pall●s
             to
             him
             said
             ,
             Telemachus
             ,
          
           
             To
             stay
             so
             long
             abroad
             you
             are
             not
             wise
             ,
          
           
             Leaving
             your
             Goods
             with
             such
             men
             in
             your
             house
             ,
          
           
           
             As
             lawless
             there
             your
             Substance
             do
             devour
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             afterward
             you
             to
             no
             purpose
             come
             .
          
           
             Importune
             Menelaus
             with
             all
             your
             pow'●
             ,
          
           
             Or
             else
             your
             Mother
             you
             'll
             not
             find
             at
             home
             .
          
           
             Her
             Father
             and
             her
             Brethren
             bid
             her
             marry
          
           
             Eurymachus
             .
             Of
             all
             he
             bids
             most
             high
             .
          
           
             Take
             heed
             what
             Goods
             out
             of
             your
             house
             they
             carry
             ▪
          
           
             You
             know
             what
             thoughts
             in
             Female
             brests
             do
             lie
             .
          
           
             They
             will
             their
             present
             Husbands
             house
             promote
             ,
          
           
             But
             for
             their
             former
             Children
             little
             care
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             once
             dead
             ,
             they
             have
             no
             longer
             thought
          
           
             Of
             how
             his
             Children
             after
             him
             shall
             fare
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             return
             you
             ,
             and
             commit
             to
             some
          
           
             Maid
             of
             your
             own
             for
             faith
             and
             care
             well
             known
             ,
          
           
             Such
             Goods
             as
             in
             your
             house
             you
             have
             at
             home
             ,
          
           
             Until
             you
             have
             a
             good
             wife
             of
             your
             own
             .
          
           
             I
             tell
             you
             more
             ;
             remember
             what
             I
             say
             ,
          
           
             The
             bravest
             of
             the
             Suiters
             lie
             in
             wait
          
           
             As
             you
             return
             ,
             to
             kill
             you
             by
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             'Twixt
             Ithaca
             and
             Same
             in
             the
             Streight
             .
          
           
             They
             'll
             fail
             ,
             I
             think
             ,
             of
             what
             they
             go
             about
             ,
          
           
             And
             sooner
             some
             of
             them
             their
             Graves
             shall
             find
             .
          
           
             But
             howsoever
             stear
             the
             Isles
             without
             .
          
           
             The
             God
             that
             keeps
             you
             will
             provide
             a
             wind
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             at
             Ithaca
             you
             are
             on
             land
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Town
             your
             ship
             and
             fellows
             send
             ,
          
           
             But
             go
             you
             to
             Eumaeus
             out
             of
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Who
             ,
             though
             he
             keep
             your
             Swine
             ,
             is
             much
             your
             friend
             :
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             mounted
             to
             the
             sky
             .
             And
             he
          
           
             Pisistratus
             awakens
             with
             his
             foot
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             time
             (
             said
             he
             )
             that
             on
             our
             way
             were
             we
             .
          
           
             Let
             's
             to
             the
             Coach
             ,
             and
             set
             the
             Horses
             to
             't
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Pisi●tratus
             ,
             Too
             dark
             't
             is
             yet
          
           
             To
             travel
             with
             a
             Coach.
             Let
             's
             therefore
             stay
             ,
          
           
             'T
             will
             soon
             be
             morning
             .
             Let
             's
             our
             Presents
             get
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             Atrides
             self
             be
             sent
             away
             .
          
           
             For
             Guests
             use
             always
             to
             remember
             those
          
           
             By
             whom
             they
             have
             been
             entertain'd
             with
             love
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             morning
             by
             and
             by
             arose
             ,
          
           
             And
             Menelaus
             toward
             them
             did
             move
             .
          
           
           
             Telemachus
             then
             puts
             on
             hastily
          
           
             His
             Coat
             and
             Cloak
             to
             meet
             him
             on
             the
             way
             ;
          
           
             And
             when
             they
             were
             to
             one
             another
             nigh
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             first
             spake
             ,
             and
             thus
             did
             say
             .
          
           
             O
             King
             ,
             
               Atrides
               Menelaus
            
             ,
             now
             ,
          
           
             Ev'n
             now
             dismiss
             me
             ,
             let
             me
             go
             my
             way
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Atrides
             ,
             Ev'n
             now
             you
             shall
             go
             ;
          
           
             I
             purpose
             not
             to
             make
             you
             longer
             stay
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             conceive
             't
             is
             not
             a
             good
             mans
             part
             ,
          
           
             To
             make
             too
             much
             or
             little
             of
             his
             Guest
             ,
          
           
             To
             hold
             him
             when
             he
             gladly
             would
             depart
             ,
          
           
             Or
             press
             him
             to
             be
             gone
             e're
             he
             thinks
             best
             .
          
           
             In
             Hospitality
             this
             Rule
             is
             true
             ,
          
           
             Love
             him
             that
             stays
             ,
             help
             forth
             the
             going
             Guest
             .
          
           
             Stay
             then
             and
             take
             my
             Gift
             along
             with
             you
             ,
          
           
             And
             your
             Break-fast
             of
             what
             we
             have
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             that
             will
             a
             great
             days
             Journy
             make
             ,
          
           
             Will
             find
             both
             joy
             and
             profit
             in
             his
             meat
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             to
             visit
             Greece
             you
             pleasure
             take
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             with
             you
             go
             ,
             and
             with
             you
             I
             'll
             retreat
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Argive
             Cities
             be
             your
             Guide
             ,
          
           
             And
             be
             Presented
             by
             each
             Princely
             man
          
           
             With
             whomsoever
             we
             at
             night
             abide
             .
          
           
             Two
             Mules
             ,
             a
             Gold
             Cup
             ,
             a
             brave
             Pot
             or
             Pan.
          
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             I
             needs
             must
             go
             ,
          
           
             (
             My
             Father
             seeking
             left
             my self
             I
             lose
             )
          
           
             I
             have
             left
             none
             my
             Goods
             to
             look
             unto
             ,
          
           
             And
             rob'd
             my
             Treasure
             may
             be
             by
             my
             foes
             .
          
           
             When
             that
             was
             said
             ,
             forth
             Menelaus
             goes
             ,
          
           
             To
             give
             unto
             his
             Wife
             and
             Maids
             command
          
           
             For
             Break-fast
             of
             what
             then
             was
             in
             the
             house
             .
          
           
             Then
             Boetheides
             who
             lodg'd
             near
             at
             hand
          
           
             Came
             in
             ;
             and
             ,
             bidden
             by
             Atrides
             ,
             cleaves
          
           
             The
             wood
             ,
             makes
             fire
             ,
             lays
             down
             the
             roast
             .
          
           
             Him
             to
             his
             bus'ness
             then
             Atrides
             leaves
             .
          
           
             And
             down
             came
             to
             his
             Treasure
             of
             great
             cost
             ,
          
           
             He
             ,
             and
             his
             Son
             ,
             and
             Wife
             Helena
             .
             There
          
           
             Within
             a
             Room
             lin'd
             with
             sweet-smelling
             wood
             .
          
           
             A
             Temp'rer
             to
             his
             Son
             he
             gave
             to
             bear
          
           
             Of
             Silver
             pure
             ,
             which
             'mongst
             the
             Vessels
             stood
             .
          
           
           
             And
             from
             a
             Chest
             where
             Robes
             for
             Matrons
             were
          
           
             She
             took
             up
             one
             ,
             with
             great
             variety
          
           
             Wrought
             by
             her self
             ,
             which
             she
             her self
             did
             bear
             ,
          
           
             Shining
             and
             bright
             as
             any
             Star
             i'
             th'
             Sky
             .
          
           
             And
             forth
             unto
             Telemachus
             they
             come
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             
               Atrides
               ,
               Jove
            
             grant
             your
             request
             ,
          
           
             And
             safely
             may
             you
             t'
             Itha●a
             come
             home
             .
          
           
             See
             here
             my
             Gift
             ,
             of
             all
             I
             have
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             massie
             Silver
             gilt
             about
             the
             brim
             ,
          
           
             By
             Vulcan
             made
             ;
             but
             then
             it
             was
             possest
          
           
             By
             th'
             King
             of
             Sidon
             .
             I
             had
             it
             of
             him
          
           
             When
             by
             the
             way
             from
             Troy
             I
             was
             his
             Guest
             .
          
           
             Then
             Helen
             said
             ,
             This
             Gift
             too
             take
             from
             me
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Helens
             handy-work
             a
             Monument
             ,
          
           
             To
             give
             to
             her
             that
             your
             dear
             Wife
             shall
             be
             .
          
           
             Think
             it
             mean
             while
             as
             to
             your
             Mother
             sent
             ,
          
           
             Then
             gave
             it
             to
             Telemachus
             his
             hands
             .
          
           
             I'
             th'
             Coach
             Pisistratus
             then
             placed
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             goodly
             Gifts
             amazed
             stands
             .
          
           
             Atrides
             then
             led
             them
             into
             the
             Hall
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             them
             sit
             ,
             and
             while
             they
             sitting
             were
             ,
          
           
             A
             grave
             Maid-servant
             from
             a
             Golden
             E●…re
             ,
          
           
             To
             wash
             their
             hands
             pours
             on
             the
             water
             clear
          
           
             Over
             a
             Bason
             all
             of
             silver
             pure
             .
          
           
             One
             Tables
             sets
             ,
             another
             lays
             on
             Bread
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             their
             store
             many
             good
             things
             brings
             out
             .
          
           
             The
             Messes
             Boetheides
             severed
             .
          
           
             Atrides
             Son
             the
             Wine
             delivered
             out
             .
          
           
             When
             their
             desire
             of
             Food
             was
             satisfi'd
             ,
          
           
             Up
             rose
             Telemachus
             and
             
             Nestor's
             Son
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             their
             Coach
             they
             the
             swift
             Horses
             ti'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             Coach
             were
             ,
             ready
             to
             be
             gone
             ;
          
           
             And
             were
             already
             got
             the
             Court
             without
             ,
          
           
             But
             after
             them
             Atrides
             followed
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             hand
             a
             Gold
             Cup
             he
             brought
             out
          
           
             Of
             wine
             ,
             and
             standing
             at
             the
             horses
             head
             ,
          
           
             Brave
             Youths
             (
             said
             he
             )
             to
             Nestor
             me
             commend
             ,
          
           
             That
             as
             a
             Father
             was
             to
             me
             at
             Troy.
          
           
             Farewel
             ,
             and
             may
             you
             to
             your
             Journeys
             end
          
           
             With
             safety
             travel
             and
             arrive
             with
             joy
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             All
             this
             I
             'll
             say
             ,
          
           
             I
             wish
             at
             home
             I
             may
             so
             treated
             be
          
           
             Within
             my
             Fathers
             house
             at
             Ithaca
             ,
          
           
             Besides
             the
             Presents
             you
             have
             given
             me
             .
          
           
             As
             he
             said
             this
             ,
             an
             Eagle
             dexter
             flew
          
           
             And
             seis'd
             a
             great
             white
             tame
             Goose
             grazing
             near
             .
          
           
             ●he
             standers-by
             shouted
             and
             cri'd
             ,
             Shue
             ,
             shue
             .
          
           
             But
             yet
             away
             the
             Eagle
             bore
             him
             clear
             .
          
           
             And
             none
             but
             with
             the
             sight
             was
             well
             content
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             Atrides
             said
             Pisistratus
             ,
          
           
             This
             Prodigy
             ,
             unto
             you
             is
             ●…sent
          
           
             From
             Jupiter
             ?
             or
             is
             it
             sent
             to
             us
             ?
          
           
             While
             what
             to
             answer
             he
             was
             taking
             care
             ,
          
           
             Helen
             prevented
             him
             .
             I
             will
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
          
           
             First
             tell
             you
             what
             hereon
             my
             own
             thoughts
             are
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             my
             mind
             by
             th'
             Gods
             infused
             be
             .
          
           
             You
             saw
             the
             Eagle
             come
             down
             from
             the
             Hill
             ,
          
           
             Where
             nature
             placed
             him
             to
             dwell
             and
             breed
             ,
          
           
             And
             kill
             that
             Goose
             :
             So
             shall
             Ulysses
             kill
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             that
             upon
             his
             Substance
             feed
             .
          
           
             Or
             ,
             it
             may
             be
             ,
             already
             there
             he
             is
          
           
             Devising
             for
             the
             Suiters
             some
             ill
             end
             .
          
           
             O
             Gods
             ,
             then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             that
             this
          
           
             Were
             so
             indeed
             !
             To
             you
             then
             should
             I
             send
          
           
             As
             to
             a
             God
             my
             Vows
             .
             This
             said
             ,
             away
          
           
             They
             whip
             their
             willing
             Horses
             through
             the
             Town
             ,
          
           
             Which
             on
             the
             plain
             their
             Harness
             shake
             all
             day
             ,
          
           
             And
             were
             at
             Pheres
             when
             the
             Sun
             went
             down
             .
          
           
             There
             
               Diocles
               Ors●ochus
            
             his
             Son
             ,
          
           
             
               (
               Ors●ochus
            
             by
             Alphaeus
             begot
             )
          
           
             Dwelt
             ,
             and
             of
             entertainment
             want
             was
             none
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             acceptable
             Presents
             were
             forgot
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             Morning
             had
             her self
             arrai'd
             ,
          
           
             Again
             they
             put
             their
             Horses
             to
             the
             Coach
             ,
          
           
             Which
             when
             the
             Whip
             they
             felt
             once
             ,
             never
             stai'd
             ,
          
           
             Till
             to
             the
             Town
             of
             Pyle
             they
             did
             approach
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             to
             Nestors
             Son
             ,
          
           
             You
             promis'd
             ,
             I
             your
             Father
             should
             decline
             .
          
           
             But
             since
             we
             here
             are
             ,
             how
             can
             that
             be
             done
             ?
          
           
             And
             therefore
             let
             us
             both
             our
             Counsels
             joyn
             .
          
           
           
             Friends
             you
             and
             I
             ,
             and
             friends
             our
             Fathers
             were
             ▪
          
           
             One
             age
             we
             have
             ;
             this
             Voyage
             is
             some
             tie
             .
          
           
             Draw
             me
             not
             from
             my
             ship
             ,
             but
             leave
             me
             here
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             th'
             old
             man
             force
             me
             at
             his
             house
             to
             lie
          
           
             In
             kindness
             ,
             when
             I
             have
             such
             need
             to
             go
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Pisistratus
             considered
          
           
             What
             to
             make
             good
             his
             promise
             he
             should
             do
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             this
             Counsel
             came
             into
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             Turn
             off
             (
             said
             he
             )
             the
             Coach
             to
             the
             Sea-side
             ,
          
           
             And
             Menelaus
             Gifts
             a
             Shipboard
             stow
             ,
          
           
             And
             get
             aboard
             .
             Your
             small
             stay
             here
             I
             'll
             hide
             .
          
           
             So
             your
             departure
             shall
             my
             Father
             know
             .
          
           
             For
             sure
             I
             am
             ,
             if
             he
             know
             you
             are
             here
             ,
          
           
             So
             violent
             he
             is
             ,
             he
             'll
             hither
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             call
             you
             to
             his
             house
             and
             stay
             you
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             be
             a
             hind'rance
             to
             your
             going
             home
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             away
             you
             'll
             not
             be
             empty
             sent
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             will
             he
             doubtless
             very
             angry
             be
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             unto
             his
             Father
             home
             he
             went.
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             bad
             his
             Company
          
           
             To
             see
             prepar'd
             all
             things
             for
             Sayling
             fit
             ,
          
           
             And
             go
             aboard
             ;
             aboard
             went
             also
             he
             .
          
           
             The
             Rowers
             on
             their
             Seats
             in
             order
             sit
             .
          
           
             Thus
             they
             about
             their
             going
             busie
             be
             .
          
           
             Then
             came
             a
             Stranger
             that
             a
             Prophet
             was
             ,
          
           
             And
             fled
             from
             Argos
             then
             for
             Homicide
          
           
             And
             by
             descent
             was
             of
             Melampus
             race
             ,
          
           
             And
             stood
             near
             to
             Telemachus
             his
             side
             .
          
           
             For
             this
             Melampus
             once
             had
             dwelt
             in
             Pyle
          
           
             And
             rich
             ,
             but
             fled
             by
             Neleus
             opprest
             ,
          
           
             And
             bound
             he
             lay
             in
             Prison
             for
             a
             while
             .
          
           
             But
             afterward
             he
             got
             himself
             releast
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             to
             Neleus
             his
             H●rds
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             had
             his
             Daughter
             Pero
             for
             reward
             .
          
           
             But
             left
             her
             with
             his
             Brother
             to
             remain
          
           
             For
             wife
             .
             And
             then
             did
             ▪
             Pyle
             no
             more
             regard
             .
          
           
             But
             went
             to
             Argos
             ,
             where
             a
             wife
             he
             got
             ,
          
           
             And
             Children
             twain
             had
             ,
             first
             Antiphates
             .
          
           
             And
             he
             the
             valiant
             Oicleus
             begot
             ,
          
           
             And
             Oi●●eus
             begat
             Amphiareus
             ,
          
           
           
             That
             was
             belov'd
             by
             Pallas
             and
             by
             Jove
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             he
             lived
             not
             till
             he
             was
             old
             .
          
           
             He
             di'd
             at
             Thebes
             ,
             betrayed
             by
             his
             love
             ,
          
           
             That
             him
             discover'd
             for
             a
             Chain
             of
             Gold.
          
           
             Al●maeon
             and
             Amphilochus
             he
             got
             .
          
           
             But
             
               Mantius
               ,
               Melampus
            
             second
             Son
          
           
             Cleitus
             and
             Polyphides
             then
             begot
             .
          
           
             Cleitus
             was
             fair
             ,
             but
             Children
             he
             had
             none
             .
          
           
             Aurora
             snatch'd
             him
             from
             the
             Earth
             when
             young
             .
          
           
             For
             Mortals
             he
             in
             beauty
             did
             excel
             ,
          
           
             And
             placed
             him
             th'
             Immortal
             Gods
             among
             .
          
           
             And
             
               Polyphides
               Phoebus
            
             loved
             well
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             him
             gave
             the
             Gift
             of
             Prophesie
             .
          
           
             And
             since
             Amphiraus
             was
             dead
             and
             gone
             ,
          
           
             To
             foretel
             any
             thing
             with
             certainty
          
           
             Upon
             the
             whole
             earth
             like
             him
             there
             was
             none
             .
          
           
             Displeased
             by
             his
             Father
             Mantius
             ,
          
           
             At
             Hyperesia
             he
             prophesi'd
             .
          
           
             His
             Son
             it
             was
             ,
             call'd
             Theoclymenus
             ,
          
           
             That
             then
             stood
             by
             Telemachus
             his
             side
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             the
             blessed
             Gods
             was
             praying
             to
             .
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             Since
             worshipping
             I
             find
             you
             here
             ,
          
           
             By
             him
             you
             worship
             ,
             tell
             me
             truly
             who
          
           
             You
             are
             ,
             your
             Father
             who
             ,
             and
             dwelling
             where
             .
          
           
             Stranger
             ,
             then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             I
             dwell
          
           
             At
             Ithaca
             ,
             born
             there
             ;
             my
             Fathers
             name
          
           
             Ulysses
             if
             he
             live
             ;
             but
             who
             can
             tell
             ?
          
           
             And
             to
             hear
             news
             of
             that
             ,
             I
             hither
             came
             .
          
           
             Then
             answer'd
             Theoclymenus
             ,
             And
             I
          
           
             From
             Argos
             Town
             for
             killing
             of
             a
             man
             ,
          
           
             Pursued
             by
             his
             Kin
             ,
             and
             ●ore't
             to
             fly
             .
          
           
             Take
             me
             aboard
             that
             only
             save
             me
             can
             .
          
           
             Welcome
             you
             are
             ,
             then
             said
             Telemachus
             .
          
           
             Aboard
             let
             's
             go
             ,
             where
             you
             shall
             have
             such
             chear
          
           
             As
             we
             can
             make
             ,
             and
             hath
             contented
             us
             .
          
           
             Then
             took
             and
             on
             the
             deck
             he
             laid
             his
             Spear
             ;
          
           
             And
             up
             into
             the
             Ship
             he
             went
             ,
             and
             at
          
           
             The
             Stern
             he
             plac'd
             himself
             ,
             and
             close
             by
             him
          
           
             The
             Stranger
             Theoclymenus
             down
             sat
             .
          
           
             Then
             bids
             Telemachus
             the
             ship
             to
             trim
             .
          
           
           
             And
             straight
             the
             Mast
             upright
             they
             set
             and
             bind
             ;
          
           
             And
             hoise
             their
             Sails
             with
             ropes
             of
             good
             Cow-hide
             ;
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             sent
             them
             a
             good
             strong
             fore-wind
             ,
          
           
             And
             swiftly
             did
             the
             ship
             the
             Sea
             divide
             .
          
           
             The
             Sun
             was
             down
             ,
             and
             doubtful
             was
             the
             light
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             to
             Pherae
             came
             and
             passed
             by
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             by
             Elis
             coasted
             he
             all
             night
             ,
          
           
             And
             came
             unto
             the
             Tho●
             Islands
             nigh
             ;
          
           
             And
             thought
             upon
             the
             Suiters
             in
             his
             way
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             and
             Eumaeus
             supping
             sat
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             their
             hunger
             they
             had
             put
             away
             ,
          
           
             The
             Tables
             gone
             they
             leasure
             had
             to
             chat
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             Ulysses
             had
             a
             mind
             to
             know
          
           
             Whether
             Eumaeus
             rather
             had
             he
             stai'd
          
           
             I'
             th'
             Lodge
             with
             him
             ,
             or
             to
             the
             City
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Company
             he
             spake
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Hear
             me
             Eumaeus
             and
             you
             all
             his
             Friends
             ,
          
           
             I
             stay
             here
             helping
             to
             consume
             your
             meat
             .
          
           
             My
             mind
             me
             to
             the
             City
             rather
             bends
             .
          
           
             For
             Bread
             and
             Wine
             there
             begging
             I
             shall
             get
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             must
             then
             entreat
             you
             to
             provide
          
           
             Some
             good
             man
             to
             go
             with
             me
             .
             Being
             there
             ,
          
           
             Necessity
             it self
             will
             be
             my
             guide
          
           
             To
             find
             the
             houses
             where
             there
             is
             good
             chea
             ,
          
           
             And
             if
             I
             go
             unto
             Ulysses
             Doors
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             Penelope
             I
             can
             tell
             news
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             my self
             well
             known
             unto
             the
             Woo●rs
          
           
             And
             they
             to
             give
             me
             meat
             will
             not
             refuse
             .
          
           
             I
             can
             do
             any
             service
             that
             they
             will
             ,
          
           
             (
             Thank
             Mercury
             to
             whom
             I
             owe
             that
             good
             )
          
           
             Few
             be
             they
             can
             compare
             with
             me
             for
             skill
          
           
             To
             make
             a
             Fire
             ,
             o●
             to
             cleave
             out
             Wood
             ,
          
           
             To
             roast
             and
             carve
             Meat
             ,
             or
             Wine
             to
             give
             out
             ,
          
           
             Or
             any
             thing
             that
             Great
             Mens
             Servants
             do
             .
          
           
             Ay
             me
             
               (
               Eumaeus
            
             said
             )
             Poor
             man
             ,
             what
             thought
          
           
             Is
             this
             of
             yours
             ?
             D'
             ye
             long
             to
             perish
             so
             ?
          
           
             As
             you
             must
             do
             ,
             if
             y●…
             among
             them
             stay
             .
          
           
             Their
             insolence
             is
             known
             up
             to
             the
             sky
             .
          
           
             You
             are
             not
             like
             their
             Servingmen
             .
             For
             they
          
           
             Are
             young
             ,
             and
             are
             apparell'd
             handsomely
          
           
           
             With
             Coat
             and
             Vest.
             Their
             heads
             and
             faces
             shine
          
           
             With
             Unguents
             sweet
             .
             Stay
             therefore
             here
             with
             me
             .
          
           
             There
             's
             none
             that
             at
             your
             staying
             doth
             repine
             .
          
           
             Nor
             I
             ,
             nor
             any
             of
             my
             Company
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             when
             he
             comes
             home
             agen
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             give
             you
             Garments
             ,
             a
             fair
             Coat
             and
             Vest
             ,
          
           
             And
             good
             shooes
             also
             to
             your
             feet
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             See
             you
             convoy'd
             to
             what
             place
             you
             think-best
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             answered
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             O
             that
             Jove
             lov'd
             you
             but
             as
             well
             as
             I
             !
          
           
             You
             have
             me
             from
             a
             wretched
             wandring
             staid
             .
          
           
             The
             Belly
             brings
             to
             men
             much
             misery
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             Since
             I
             am
             to
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Say
             of
             Ulysses
             Parents
             ,
             if
             you
             know
          
           
             His
             Father
             and
             his
             Mother
             ,
             whether
             they
          
           
             Be
             both
             remaining
             yet
             alive
             or
             no.
          
           
             To
             this
             Eumaeus
             said
             ,
             La●rtes
             lives
             ,
          
           
             But
             wofully
             and
             weary
             of
             his
             life
             ;
          
           
             Still
             for
             the
             absence
             of
             his
             Son
             he
             grieves
             ;
          
           
             But
             more
             lamenteth
             the
             death
             of
             his
             Wife
             .
          
           
             The
             loss
             of
             her
             was
             that
             first
             made
             him
             old
             .
          
           
             She
             di'd
             for
             grief
             ,
             thinking
             her
             Son
             was
             dead
             .
          
           
             As
             sad
             a
             death
             it
             was
             as
             can
             be
             told
             -
          
           
             May
             we
             from
             such
             death
             be
             delivered
             .
          
           
             While
             she
             was
             living
             ,
             though
             she
             grieved
             were
             ,
          
           
             When
             cause
             there
             was
             I
             could
             have
             a●kt
             her
             mind
          
           
             Freely
             .
             For
             why
             ,
             with
             her
             own
             Daughter
             dear
          
           
             She
             brought
             me
             up
             ,
             and
             never
             was
             but
             kind
             ,
          
           
             This
             Daughter
             Ctimene
             ,
             when
             come
             of
             age
          
           
             (
             For
             she
             the
             youngest
             was
             )
             to
             Same
             went
          
           
             To
             a
             rich
             man
             given
             in
             marriage
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             well
             clad
             in
             Coat
             and
             Vest
             was
             sent
          
           
             (
             And
             shooes
             upon
             my
             feet
             )
             into
             the
             field
             ,
          
           
             For
             she
             a
             purpose
             had
             to
             do
             me
             good
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             the
             time
             does
             no
             such
             kindness
             yield
             .
          
           
             And
             yet
             the
             blessed
             Gods
             provide
             me
             food
             .
          
           
             For
             they
             so
             well
             have
             multipli'd
             my
             Swine
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             have
             still
             enough
             of
             meat
             and
             drink
             ,
          
           
             And
             wherewithal
             to
             make
             a
             poor
             man
             dine
             ,
          
           
             Although
             the
             Suiters
             ●iot
             make
             them
             shrink
             .
          
           
           
             But
             since
             this
             woe
             '
             Pe●elope
             befel
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             harsh
             to
             her
             to
             hear
             of
             business
             .
          
           
             Yet
             Servants
             need
             her
             both
             to
             ask
             and
             tell
          
           
             All
             that
             belongeth
             to
             their
             Offices
             ,
          
           
             And
             also
             sometimes
             ,
             may
             be
             ,
             need
             they
             had
          
           
             I'
             th'
             house
             to
             eat
             ,
             and
             carry
             somewh●t
             home
          
           
             Of
             that
             whereof
             Servants
             are
             most
             part
             glad
             ,
          
           
             And
             which
             unto
             their
             Lodges
             never
             come
             .
          
           
             Ho
             ,
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             since
             it
             doth
             appear
          
           
             You
             were
             a
             Traveller
             when
             but
             a
             Boy
             ,
          
           
             Tell
             me
             ,
             I
             pray
             ,
             what
             your
             Adventures
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             your
             sufferings
             were
             upon
             the
             way
             .
          
           
             Was
             your
             Town
             plund'red
             by
             the
             Enemies
             ,
          
           
             And
             you
             brought
             hither
             as
             a
             part
             o'
             th'
             prey
             ?
          
           
             Or
             been
             by
             Thieves
             (
             for
             you
             were
             no
             ill
             prize
             )
          
           
             As
             you
             kept
             Sheep
             or
             Cattle
             ,
             brought
             away
             ?
          
           
             Then
             said
             E●…s
             ,
             Since
             to
             hear
             the
             Story
          
           
             Of
             how
             I
             hither
             came
             it
             is
             your
             pleasure
             ,
          
           
             Sit
             patiently
             ,
             the
             Wine
             there
             stands
             before
             ye
             .
          
           
             For
             sleep
             and
             joy
             the
             long
             nights
             give
             us
             leasure
             .
          
           
             It
             is
             not
             good
             too
             soon
             to
             go
             to
             bed
             .
          
           
             For
             too
             much
             sleep
             is
             but
             a
             weariness
             .
          
           
             The
             rest
             that
             will
             may
             go
             ,
             and
             (
             morning
             spread
             )
          
           
             Drive
             forth
             the
             Swine
             ;
             which
             is
             their
             business
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             let
             us
             sit
             here
             ,
             and
             drink
             ,
             and
             chat
             ,
          
           
             And
             Stories
             of
             our
             sad
             Adventures
             tell
             .
          
           
             For
             much
             contentment
             there
             is
             ev'n
             in
             that
             ,
          
           
             To
             them
             that
             suffer'd
             have
             and
             come
             off
             well
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             my
             Story
             now
             .
             An
             Isle
             there
             is
          
           
             Under
             the
             Tropique
             of
             the
             Sun
             ,
             not
             great
             ,
          
           
             Call'd
             Syria
             ,
             but
             very
             fertile
             't
             is
             ,
          
           
             Well
             stor'd
             with
             Kine
             ,
             and
             Sheep
             ,
             and
             Wine
             and
             Wheat
             .
          
           
             Where
             Famine
             never
             enter'd
             nor
             Disease
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             people
             .
             When
             a
             man
             was
             aged
             ,
          
           
             
               Dian
               '
            
             and
             Phoebus
             made
             him
             die
             with
             ease
             ,
          
           
             And
             gentle
             shafts
             the
             pain
             of
             death
             asswaged
             .
          
           
             Two
             Towns
             it
             had
             .
             Their
             Laws
             were
             not
             the
             same
             ;
          
           
             But
             of
             them
             both
             my
             Father
             was
             the
             King.
          
           
             Phoenician
             Merchants
             ,
             Rats
             ,
             then
             thither
             came
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             their
             Ships
             did
             many
             Baubles
             bring
             .
          
           
           
             There
             then
             was
             in
             my
             Fathers
             house
             a
             Maid
          
           
             Phoen●cian
             born
             ,
             that
             well
             could
             ●ow
             and
             spin
             ;
          
           
             As
             washing
             Clothes
             ●●e
             at
             the
             Seas-side
             staid
          
           
             One
             of
             these
             Merchants
             sooth'd
             her
             into
             sin
             .
          
           
             (
             For
             good
             work
             women
             may
             be
             made
             do
             that
          
           
             If
             flatter'd
             well
             )
             And
             then
             he
             askt
             her
             name
             ,
          
           
             And
             whence
             she
             was
             .
             And
             truth
             she
             told
             the
             Rat.
          
           
             From
             Sidon
             (
             said
             she
             )
             a
             rich
             Town
             I
             came
             ,
          
           
             And
             Daughter
             am
             of
             wealthy
             A●ybas
             .
          
           
             But
             Taphian
             Thieves
             took
             me
             by
             force
             away
             ,
          
           
             As
             homewards
             from
             the
             field
             〈◊〉
             going
             was
             ,
          
           
             And
             sold
             me
             to
             this
             man
             with
             whom
             I
             stay
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             the
             Merchant-man
             that
             did
             her
             wive
             ,
          
           
             Will
             you
             to
             Sidon
             home
             return
             with
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             see
             your
             Parents
             ?
             They
             are
             still
             alive
             ,
          
           
             And
             rich
             as
             heretofore
             .
             I
             will
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
          
           
             If
             you
             and
             all
             your
             company
             will
             swear
             ,
          
           
             At
             Sidon
             you
             will
             set
             me
             safe
             ashore
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             all
             sworn
             ,
             and
             agreed
             on
             it
             were
             ,
          
           
             The
             woman
             spake
             again
             ,
             and
             this
             said
             more
             :
          
           
             If
             any
             of
             you
             see
             me
             in
             the
             street
             ,
          
           
             Or
             at
             the
             Well
             ,
             speak
             not
             at
             all
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             any
             of
             the
             house
             should
             chance
             to
             see
             't
             ,
          
           
             And
             tell
             my
             Master
             .
             Jealous
             he
             will
             be
             ,
          
           
             Put
             me
             in
             Bonds
             ,
             and
             seek
             you
             to
             destroy
             .
          
           
             Buy
             quickly
             what
             you
             buy
             ,
             and
             ready
             be
          
           
             And
             secret
             When
             you
             mean
             to
             go
             away
             ,
          
           
             Then
             send
             a
             privy
             Messenger
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             For
             all
             the
             Gold
             I
             can
             l●y
             hand
             upon
          
           
             I
             'll
             bring
             ,
             and
             somewhat
             else
             Boat-hire
             to
             pay
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             the
             charge
             have
             of
             my
             Masters
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Much
             profit
             he
             will
             yield
             if
             brought
             away
             .
          
           
             Playing
             without
             I
             'll
             take
             him
             by
             the
             hand
          
           
             And
             lead
             him
             to
             the
             Ship
             Much
             worth
             he
             'll
             be
          
           
             Transported
             into
             whatsoever
             Land
          
           
             And
             home
             again
             (
             this
             said
             )
             returned
             she
             .
          
           
             A
             year
             it
             was
             before
             these
             Merchants
             went.
          
           
             Mean
             while
             they
             buy
             and
             lade
             the
             Ship.
             And
             when
          
           
             They
             had
             their
             ●raught
             straightway
             a
             man
             they
             sent
          
           
             To
             bid
             the
             Maid
             make
             haste
             away
             .
             And
             then
          
           
           
             A
             man
             unto
             my
             Fathers
             house
             they
             sent
             ,
          
           
             A
             crafty
             Merchant
             with
             a
             Chain
             of
             Gold
          
           
             And
             shining
             Amber
             ,
             on
             which
             were
             intent
          
           
             My
             Mother
             and
             her
             Maids
             .
             They
             much
             behold
             ,
          
           
             And
             take
             into
             their
             hands
             ,
             and
             for
             it
             bid
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             the
             man
             a
             nod
             gave
             with
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             The
             woman
             quickly
             understand
             him
             did
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             hand
             me
             out
             a
             door
             she
             led
             .
          
           
             Aboard
             went
             he
             .
             The
             woman
             lookt
             about
             ,
          
           
             Saw
             standing
             on
             the
             Tables
             many
             a
             Cup
          
           
             Left
             by
             my
             Father
             and
             his
             Guests
             gone
             out
             .
          
           
             And
             presently
             she
             three
             of
             them
             rook
             up
             .
          
           
             Out
             went
             she
             leading
             me
             that
             simple
             was
             .
          
           
             The
             Sun
             went
             down
             ,
             and
             dusky
             was
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             ship
             we
             unpursued
             pass
          
           
             To
             th'Haven
             where
             the
             Merchants
             Vessel
             lay
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             go
             they
             ,
             and
             with
             them
             we
             aboard
             .
          
           
             And
             sa●l'd
             before
             the
             wind
             six
             days
             and
             nights
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             us
             Jove
             a
             fair
             ga●e
             did
             afford
          
           
             Diana
             on
             the
             s●v'n●h
             the
             woman
             smites
             .
          
           
             And
             suddenly
             i●to
             the
             Sink
             she
             fell
          
           
             And
             her
             they
             throw
             into
             the
             Sea
             for
             chear
          
           
             To
             fishes
             .
             But
             the
             rest
             arrived
             well
          
           
             At
             
               Ithaca
               .
               Laertes
            
             bought
             me
             there
             .
          
           
             You
             see
             now
             how
             I
             hither
             came
             .
             Then
             said
          
           
             Ulysses
             ,
             Truly
             you
             have
             past
             much
             woe
             .
          
           
             But
             Jove
             in
             part
             your
             sorrows
             hath
             allai'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             a
             good
             mans
             house
             a●
             ease
             are
             now
             ,
          
           
             That
             gives
             you
             meat
             and
             drink
             with
             a
             good
             will.
          
           
             With
             him
             you
             live
             a
             happy
             life
             .
             But
             I
          
           
             Have
             longer
             wandring
             been
             ,
             and
             must
             be
             still
             .
          
           
             Thus
             'twixt
             themselves
             did
             they
             say
             and
             reply
             ,
          
           
             Then
             went
             to
             sleep
             .
             The
             night
             was
             almost
             past
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             Morn
             Telemachus
             was
             nigh
             .
          
           
             Quickly
             his
             Mates
             take
             down
             the
             Sails
             and
             Mast
             ,
          
           
             And
             row
             the
             ship
             to
             land
             ,
             and
             there
             her
             tie
             .
          
           
             Then
             on
             the
             Beach
             they
             quickly
             break
             their
             fast
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             fresh
             water
             temper
             their
             old
             Wine
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             desire
             of
             meat
             and
             drink
             was
             past
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             (
             said
             Telemachus
             )
             go
             to
             my
             Swine
             ,
          
           
           
             But
             to
             the
             City
             will
             return
             at
             night
             ,
          
           
             Next
             Morn
             I
             'll
             feast
             you
             with
             good
             flesh
             and
             wine
             ,
          
           
             Your
             labour
             in
             my
             Passage
             to
             requite
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             said
             Theoclymenus
             divine
             ,
          
           
             What
             will
             you
             do
             mean
             while
             (
             I
             pray
             )
             with
             me
             ?
          
           
             Unto
             your
             Mothers
             house
             must
             I
             go
             too
             ,
          
           
             Or
             to
             some
             other
             man
             commended
             be
             ?
          
           
             Then
             answered
             Telemachus
             ,
             No
             ,
             no.
          
           
             To
             bring
             you
             to
             my
             house
             in
             vain
             it
             were
             .
          
           
             My
             Mother
             in
             my
             absence
             you
             'll
             not
             see
             .
          
           
             She
             seldome
             to
             the
             Suiters
             doth
             appear
             .
          
           
             At
             top
             o'th'house
             at
             work
             still
             sitteth
             she
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             will
             recommend
             you
             to
             another
          
           
             In
             Ithaca
             of
             best
             repute
             ;
             his
             name
          
           
             Eurylochus
             ,
             and
             best
             he
             loves
             my
             Mother
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             my
             Father
             did
             would
             do
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             But
             folded
             up
             it
             lies
             yet
             in
             Joves
             lap
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             he
             first
             shall
             marri'd
             be
             or
             dead
             .
          
           
             As
             he
             this
             said
             ,
             there
             did
             a
             Faulcon
             hap
          
           
             (
             Apollo's
             Bird
             )
             to
             fly
             above
             his
             head
          
           
             Dexter
             ,
             and
             in
             his
             pounces
             held
             a
             Dove
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             he
             plumed
             her
             the
             feathers
             fell
          
           
             Scatter'd
             as
             they
             descended
             from
             above
          
           
             (
             Which
             Theoclymenus
             observed
             well
             )
          
           
             Betwixt
             Telemachus
             and
             the
             Ships
             side
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             Telemachus
             said
             secretly
             ,
          
           
             This
             from
             the
             Gods
             is
             ,
             and
             doth
             good
             betide
          
           
             Both
             to
             your self
             and
             your
             Posterity
             .
          
           
             I
             knew
             that
             it
             portended
             at
             first
             sight
             ,
          
           
             No
             family
             but
             yours
             was
             here
             to
             reign
             .
          
           
             O
             ,
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             that
             that
             were
             right
             ,
          
           
             Such
             love
             ,
             such
             gifts
             you
             then
             should
             from
             me
             gain
             ,
          
           
             As
             men
             that
             saw
             you
             should
             your
             fortune
             bless
             .
          
           
             Pyraeus
             then
             his
             friend
             was
             standing
             by
             .
          
           
             To
             him
             he
             then
             his
             Stranger
             did
             address
             :
          
           
             You
             are
             my
             best
             friend
             of
             the
             company
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             your
             care
             this
             Stranger
             I
             commend
          
           
             To
             be
             well
             treated
             till
             I
             come
             again
             .
          
           
             Though
             long
             you
             stay
             (
             said
             he
             )
             I
             do
             intend
          
           
             The
             best
             I
             can
             your
             friend
             to
             entertain
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             with
             some
             Gift
             .
             Then
             to
             the
             ship
             he
             goes
             ,
          
           
             He
             and
             his
             Mates
             .
             They
             on
             their
             Benches
             sit
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             putteth
             on
             his
             shooes
             ,
          
           
             And
             takes
             a
             Spear
             that
             for
             his
             hand
             was
             fit
             .
          
           
             The
             Ship
             about
             they
             to
             the
             City
             row
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             pursuing
             his
             designe
             ,
          
           
             On
             foot
             unto
             Eumaeus
             forth
             did
             go
             ,
          
           
             His
             faithful
             Servant
             ,
             Master
             of
             the
             Swine
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           XVI
           .
        
         
           
             Eumaeus
             and
             ulysses
             risen
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             men
             ,
             for
             Dinner
             ,
             sent
             out
             to
             fetch
             hogs
             ,
          
           
             And
             fi●e
             was
             made
             .
             ulysses
             chanc'd
             to
             hear
          
           
             One
             tread
             without
             ,
             and
             whining
             of
             the
             Dogs
          
           
             That
             barked
             not
             .
             And
             to
             Eumaeus
             said
             ,
          
           
             Some
             one
             of
             your
             acquaintance
             now
             comes
             in
             .
          
           
             I
             hear
             his
             feet
             .
             The
             Dogs
             are
             well
             appai'd
             .
          
           
             These
             words
             scarce
             said
             ,
             Telemachus
             was
             seen
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             ,
             who
             then
             temp'ring
             was
             of
             wine
             ,
          
           
             Le
             ts
             fall
             his
             Cups
             ,
             and
             meets
             him
             at
             the
             door
             ;
          
           
             Kisses
             his
             head
             and
             hands
             and
             both
             his
             eyne
             ,
          
           
             And
             presently
             with
             tears
             his
             eyes
             run
             o're
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             a
             loving
             Father
             sees
             his
             Son
          
           
             That
             had
             been
             ten
             years
             absent
             ,
             and
             for
             whom
          
           
             He
             had
             lamented
             long
             ,
             come
             home
             alone
             ;
          
           
             So
             glad
             was
             he
             Telemachus
             was
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             hug'd
             him
             as
             one
             that
             had
             scap't
             but
             than
          
           
             From
             death
             ,
             and
             weeping
             said
             ,
             O
             are
             you
             come
             ?
          
           
             I
             never
             thought
             to
             see
             you
             more
             ,
             sweet
             man
             ,
          
           
             Since
             first
             I
             knew
             to
             Pyle
             you
             went
             from
             home
             .
          
           
             But
             come
             ,
             come
             in
             dear
             heart
             ,
             that
             I
             may
             fill
          
           
             My self
             with
             looking
             ,
             you
             're
             not
             ost
             among
          
           
           
             Your
             Herdsmen
             in
             the
             field
             ,
             but
             almost
             still
          
           
             I'
             th'
             City
             ,
             in
             the
             Suiters
             dismal
             throng
             .
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             for
             why
             ,
             I
             come
          
           
             To
             see
             you
             ,
             and
             to
             ask
             about
             my
             Mother
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             she
             still
             remaining
             be
             at
             home
             ,
          
           
             Or
             gone
             be
             with
             a
             Suiter
             one
             or
             other
             ,
          
           
             Leaving
             her
             Husbands
             Chamber
             and
             his
             Bed
          
           
             With
             Cobwebs
             hung
             for
             want
             of
             furniture
             .
          
           
             No
             ,
             she
             yet
             stays
             
               (
               Eumaeus
            
             answered
             )
          
           
             And
             great
             the
             grief
             is
             which
             she
             doth
             endure
             ;
          
           
             And
             day
             and
             night
             the
             tear
             fall
             from
             her
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             went
             in
             .
             His
             Father
             there
          
           
             To
             give
             him
             place
             did
             from
             his
             Chair
             arise
             .
          
           
             Sit
             still
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             I
             'll
             find
             a
             Seat
             elsewhere
          
           
             In
             my
             own
             house
             .
             This
             man
             will
             one
             provide
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             past
             unto
             another
             Seat
             ,
          
           
             To
             which
             Eumaeus
             a
             Wool-fell
             appli'd
          
           
             With
             Rushes
             under
             it
             .
             Then
             brought
             in
             meat
             ,
          
           
             Trenchers
             of
             meat
             roasted
             the
             day
             before
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             Basket
             sets
             on
             bread
             of
             Wheat
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             an
             Ivy
             Tankard
             Wine
             good
             store
             .
          
           
             And
             o're
             against
             Ulysses
             takes
             his
             seat
             .
          
           
             Then
             on
             the
             meat
             prepar'd
             their
             hands
             they
             laid
             .
          
           
             When
             Thirst
             and
             Hunger
             nothing
             more
             requir'd
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             unto
             Eumaeus
             said
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             about
             his
             new-come
             Guest
             enquir'd
             ,
          
           
             Father
             (
             said
             he
             )
             I
             pray
             you
             tell
             me
             now
          
           
             His
             own
             ,
             his
             Fathers
             ,
             and
             his
             Countries
             name
             .
          
           
             And
             farther
             I
             desire
             you
             let
             me
             know
          
           
             Where
             are
             the
             Mariners
             that
             with
             him
             came
          
           
             Unto
             this
             place
             .
             And
             tell
             me
             this
             likewise
             ,
          
           
             Where
             rideth
             the
             good
             ship
             that
             brought
             him
             to
             't
             .
          
           
             For
             verily
             I
             can
             no
             way
             devise
             ,
          
           
             How
             he
             should
             come
             on
             Horsback
             or
             on
             Foot.
          
           
             To
             this
             Eumaeus
             answered
             agen
             :
          
           
             He
             says
             himself
             that
             he
             was
             born
             in
             Creet
             ,
          
           
             And
             seen
             the
             Cities
             has
             of
             many
             men
             ,
          
           
             Wandring
             about
             .
             For
             Jove
             so
             thought
             it
             meet
             .
          
           
             Thesprotian
             Rats
             got
             him
             aboard
             their
             Ship
             ,
          
           
             And
             forced
             were
             in
             Ithaca
             to
             land
             .
          
           
           
             There
             he
             found
             means
             to
             give
             them
             all
             the
             slip
             .
          
           
             So
             came
             to
             mine
             ,
             and
             from
             mine
             to
             your
             hand
             .
          
           
             I
             give
             him
             you
             ,
             as
             you
             think
             best
             to
             use
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             again
             Telemachus
             replies
             ,
          
           
             That
             which
             you
             say
             ,
             Eumaeus
             ,
             is
             bid
             news
             .
          
           
             How
             to
             receive
             him
             I
             cannot
             devise
             .
          
           
             I
             am
             too
             young
             to
             save
             him
             with
             my
             hands
             ,
          
           
             If
             injury
             be
             done
             him
             by
             the
             Wooers
             .
          
           
             And
             at
             this
             time
             my
             Mother
             doubtful
             stands
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             to
             stay
             within
             my
             Fathers
             doors
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             people
             her
             good
             name
             maintain
             ,
          
           
             Or
             with
             that
             Suiter
             wed
             and
             go
             away
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             her
             shall
             afford
             the
             greatest
             gain
             .
          
           
             But
             since
             the
             Stranger
             at
             your
             house
             doth
             stay
             ;
          
           
             I
             'll
             give
             him
             Garments
             a
             good
             Coat
             and
             Vest
             ,
          
           
             A
             Spear
             in
             's
             hand
             ,
             and
             good
             Shoes
             to
             his
             feet
             ,
          
           
             And
             him
             convey
             to
             what
             place
             he
             thinks
             best
             .
          
           
             Or
             if
             to
             keep
             him
             here
             you
             think
             it
             meet
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             hither
             for
             him
             Garments
             send
             and
             food
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             no
             charge
             be
             to
             your
             Family
             .
          
           
             To
             set
             him
             with
             the
             Suiters
             't
             is
             not
             good
          
           
             For
             me
             nor
             him
             ,
             they
             so
             unruly
             be
             .
          
           
             He
             'll
             be
             derided
             there
             ,
             and
             I
             shall
             grieve
             ,
          
           
             But
             'gainst
             so
             many
             men
             what
             can
             be
             done
             ?
          
           
             The
             strength
             of
             one
             man
             cannot
             him
             relieve
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             then
             made
             answer
             to
             his
             Son
             ,
          
           
             O
             Friend
             (
             said
             he
             )
             it
             bites
             my
             heart
             to
             hear
          
           
             What
             of
             the
             Suiters
             in
             your
             house
             you
             say
             ,
          
           
             How
             'gainst
             your
             mind
             they
             proudly
             domineer
             .
          
           
             Is
             it
             because
             you
             willingly
             give
             way
             ?
          
           
             Or
             that
             your
             people
             by
             Divinity
          
           
             Adverse
             are
             to
             you
             or
             your
             Government
             ?
          
           
             Or
             are
             your
             Kindred
             that
             should
             stand
             you
             by
          
           
             In
             Quarrel
             and
             in
             Battle
             ,
             discontent
             ?
          
           
             O
             ,
             were
             I
             young
             and
             of
             the
             mind
             I
             am
             ,
          
           
             Or
             that
             I
             were
             the
             Great
             Ulysses
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Or
             he
             himself
             ,
             and
             wandring
             hither
             came
             ,
          
           
             I
             'd
             have
             my
             head
             out
             off
             by
             any
             one
             ,
          
           
             If
             I
             were
             not
             reveng'd
             upon
             them
             all
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             they
             were
             too
             hard
             for
             me
             alone
             ,
          
           
           
             I
             'd
             rather
             in
             my
             own
             house
             fighting
             fall
             ,
          
           
             Than
             daily
             see
             such
             ugly
             things
             there
             done
             .
          
           
             Strangers
             abus'd
             ;
             Maids
             tous'd
             ill-favourdly
             ,
          
           
             And
             Corn
             and
             Wine
             consumed
             without
             end
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             no
             purpose
             foolishly
             .
             For
             why
             ,
          
           
             They
             never
             shall
             arrive
             where
             they
             intend
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             No
             word
             o'
             th'
             Gods
          
           
             Hath
             me
             deprived
             of
             the
             peoples
             love
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             Brother
             is
             with
             me
             at
             odds
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             other
             cause
             I
             know
             but
             Jove
             .
          
           
             How
             many
             Lords
             within
             these
             Isles
             do
             sway
             ,
          
           
             
               Same
               ,
               Dulichium
               ,
               Ithaca
            
             ,
             and
             Zant
             ,
          
           
             So
             many
             Suiters
             duly
             every
             day
          
           
             For
             Marriage
             with
             my
             Mother
             my
             house
             haunt
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             she
             can
             none
             put
             off
             ,
             and
             will
             none
             marry
             ,
          
           
             They
             spend
             my
             Corn
             and
             Wine
             ,
             and
             cattle
             kill
             ,
          
           
             And
             eating
             here
             ,
             and
             drinking
             still
             they
             tarry
             ,
          
           
             And
             me
             perhaps
             at
             last
             they
             murther
             will.
          
           
             But
             what
             they
             shall
             do
             none
             but
             God
             can
             tell
             .
          
           
             But
             Father
             go
             you
             to
             Penelope
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             her
             know
             I
             am
             arrived
             well
             .
          
           
             And
             let
             no
             other
             person
             know
             but
             she
             .
          
           
             And
             after
             you
             have
             told
             her
             tarry
             not
             .
          
           
             Make
             haste
             .
             At
             your
             return
             I
             shall
             be
             here
             .
          
           
             For
             many
             are
             they
             that
             my
             death
             do
             plot
             .
          
           
             True
             ,
             said
             Eumaeus
             ,
             but
             not
             ill
             it
             were
          
           
             To
             let
             Laertes
             know
             it
             by
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             Who
             when
             his
             grief
             but
             for
             Ulysses
             was
             ,
          
           
             Did
             oversee
             his
             Workmen
             all
             the
             day
             ,
          
           
             But
             since
             by
             Sea
             to
             Pylus
             you
             did
             pass
             ,
          
           
             He
             neither
             oversees
             his
             Husbandry
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             eats
             his
             meat
             ,
             as
             still
             he
             did
             before
             ,
          
           
             But
             groaning
             and
             lamenting
             wofully
          
           
             Live●●
             ▪
             Telemachus
             did
             thus
             reply
             ,
          
           
             The
             case
             is
             hard
             .
             But
             grieved
             though
             he
             be
             ,
          
           
             Let
             him
             alone
             ;
             go
             not
             out
             of
             your
             way
             .
          
           
             For
             first
             I
             wish
             my
             Father
             here
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             If
             in
             my
             choice
             to
             have
             my
             wishes
             lay
             .
          
           
             But
             pray
             my
             Mother
             thither
             send
             a
             Maid
             ,
          
           
             T●●ell
             Laertes
             secretly
             the
             news
             .
          
           
           
             When
             to
             him
             thus
             Telemachus
             had
             said
             ,
          
           
             Eumaeus
             on
             his
             feet
             ti'd
             on
             his
             shooes
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             and
             his
             Son
             now
             left
             alone
             ,
          
           
             Came
             Pallas
             to
             them
             .
             At
             the
             door
             she
             stood
             .
          
           
             But
             by
             Telemachus
             she
             was
             not
             known
             .
          
           
             Gods
             are
             not
             known
             but
             by
             whom
             they
             think
             good
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             knew
             her
             .
             Fair
             she
             was
             and
             tall
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             a
             grave
             wise
             Matron
             had
             the
             look
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             Dogs
             perceiv'd
             was
             .
             For
             they
             all
          
           
             Whining
             and
             terrifi'd
             the
             place
             forsook
             .
          
           
             A
             signe
             t'Ulysses
             she
             made
             with
             her
             brow
             .
          
           
             Then
             he
             went
             forth
             ,
             and
             she
             unto
             him
             spake
             .
          
           
             Son
             of
             Laertes
             ,
             wise
             Ulysses
             ,
             now
          
           
             Your
             Son
             with
             your
             designe
             acquainted
             make
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             you
             have
             the
             Suiters
             fate
             contrived
             ,
          
           
             Go
             to
             the
             City
             both
             .
             'T
             will
             not
             be
             long
          
           
             Before
             I
             at
             your
             Combate
             be
             arrived
             ,
          
           
             And
             give
             you
             my
             assistance
             in
             the
             throng
             .
          
           
             Then
             stroakt
             him
             over
             with
             a
             wand
             of
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             And
             presently
             his
             Rags
             were
             Cloak
             and
             Coat
             .
          
           
             His
             Cheeks
             were
             plump
             .
             His
             Beard
             black
             to
             behold
             .
          
           
             To
             which
             his
             goodly
             locks
             unlike
             were
             not
             .
          
           
             This
             done
             ,
             the
             Goddess
             mounted
             to
             the
             Skies
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             to
             the
             house
             again
             retir'd
             .
          
           
             But
             from
             him
             then
             his
             Son
             turn'd
             off
             his
             eyes
             .
          
           
             So
             much
             this
             alteration
             he
             admir'd
             .
          
           
             He
             thought
             it
             was
             some
             God
             ,
             and
             to
             him
             said
             ,
          
           
             You
             are
             some
             God
             descended
             from
             the
             Sky
             .
          
           
             Your
             colour
             's
             better
             ,
             better
             you
             arraid
             .
          
           
             Save
             us
             .
             Our
             Gifts
             shall
             on
             your
             Altar
             lie
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             Ulysses
             said
             ,
             God
             I
             am
             none
             .
          
           
             What
             all
             you
             with
             the
             Gods
             me
             to
             compare
             ?
          
           
             For
             I
             your
             Father
             am
             whom
             you
             bemoan
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             whom
             you
             have
             had
             such
             pain
             and
             care
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             embrac'd
             and
             kiss'd
             his
             Son
             ,
             and
             wept
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             the
             ground
             he
             stood
             upon
             was
             we●
             ,
          
           
             Though
             hitherto
             his
             eyes
             he
             dry
             had
             kept
             ,
          
           
             But
             by
             his
             Son
             believ'd
             he
             was
             not
             yet
             .
          
           
             You
             're
             not
             (
             says
             he
             )
             my
             Father
             ,
             but
             some
             Spright
          
           
             That
             flatters
             me
             into
             more
             misery
             .
          
           
           
             Of
             mortal
             men
             there
             's
             none
             that
             has
             the
             might
          
           
             To
             do
             such
             things
             without
             a
             D●ity
             .
          
           
             A
             God
             indeed
             can
             mans
             decay
             redeem
             .
          
           
             You
             were
             but
             now
             an
             old
             man
             ill
             arrai'd
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             like
             one
             new
             come
             from
             Heaven
             seem
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             answered
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             be
             not
             amaz'd
             too
             much
             .
          
           
             Other
             U●ysses
             you
             shall
             never
             see
             .
          
           
             I
             am
             the
             man
             ,
             although
             my
             luck
             be
             such
             ,
          
           
             As
             after
             twenty
             year
             not
             known
             to
             be
             .
          
           
             The
             change
             you
             see
             was
             by
             Athena
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             That
             made
             me
             what
             she
             list
             (
             for
             she
             can
             do
             't
             )
          
           
             A
             Beggar
             old
             ,
             or
             Youth
             in
             a
             fine
             Coat
             ,
          
           
             And
             handsome
             Cloak
             ,
             and
             other
             Garments
             to
             't
             .
          
           
             For
             easie
             't
             is
             for
             Gods
             ,
             on
             mortal
             men
          
           
             To
             lay
             on
             glory
             and
             the
             same
             displace
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             sat
             him
             down
             And
             then
          
           
             Telemachus
             his
             Father
             did
             embrace
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             they
             b●th
             together
             wept
             and
             sob'd
             .
          
           
             As
             Eagles
             or
             as
             Vultures
             when
             they
             see
          
           
             Their
             Nests
             by
             Country
             ▪
             people
             spoil'd
             and
             rob'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             young
             ones
             ki●l'd
             before
             they
             fledged
             be
             ;
          
           
             So
             wept
             these
             tw●
             ,
             and
             w●eping
             there
             had
             staid
          
           
             Perhaps
             ●nth
             the
             closing
             of
             the
             day
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             Tel●…hus
             t'
             Ulysses
             said
             ,
          
           
             Father
             ,
             how
             came
             you
             t'
             Ithaca
             I
             pray
             ?
          
           
             Where
             are
             the
             Seamen
             that
             set
             you
             a
             shore
             ?
          
           
             For
             sure
             I
             am
             you
             could
             not
             come
             by
             land
             .
          
           
             In
             a
             good
             Ship
             ,
             s●…●…he
             ,
             I
             was
             brought
             o're
          
           
             From
             th'
             I●le
             Phaeacia
             ,
             and
             left
             o'
             th'
             Sand.
          
           
             That
             ●…ple
             ,
             Strangers
             all
             that
             thither
             come
             ,
          
           
             Con●oy
             unto
             the
             place
             where
             they
             would
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             wh●n
             I
             was
             d●…ous
             to
             go
             home
             ,
          
           
             At
             Ithaca
             asleep
             they
             landed
             me
          
           
             Enrich●
             with
             Presents
             ,
             Garments
             ,
             Gold
             and
             Brass
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             Cave
             I
             hidden
             have
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             And
             ,
             as
             I
             by
             
             Ath●…
             ●…ei'd
             was
             ,
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             ●at●
             to
             weave
             I
             hither
             came
             .
          
           
             Tell
             me
             how
             many
             now
             they
             are
             .
             That
             we
          
           
             Consider
             may
             if
             we
             two
             and
             no
             more
          
           
           
             Shall
             be
             enough
             to
             get
             the
             Victory
             ,
          
           
             Or
             must
             we
             of
             some
             else
             the
             aid
             implore
             ?
          
           
             O
             Father
             (
             said
             his
             Son
             )
             you
             are
             renown'd
          
           
             For
             a
             good
             Counsellour
             ,
             and
             man
             of
             might
             .
          
           
             But
             very
             hard
             the
             thing
             is
             you
             propound
             ,
          
           
             That
             two
             men
             should
             against
             so
             many
             fight
             .
          
           
             They
             are
             not
             only
             ten
             ,
             or
             two
             times
             ten
             ,
          
           
             But
             many
             more
             .
             Their
             number
             (
             let
             me
             see
             )
          
           
             From
             out
             Dulichium
             two
             and
             fifty
             men
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             them
             lusty
             Serving-men
             twice
             three
             .
          
           
             From
             Same
             chosen
             men
             come
             twenty
             four
             .
          
           
             Twenty
             from
             Zant
             ,
             and
             twelve
             of
             Ithaca
             .
          
           
             Medon
             the
             Squire
             ,
             a
             Fidler
             ,
             and
             what
             more
             ?
          
           
             Two
             Cooks
             that
             of
             a
             Feast
             had
             learnt
             the
             Law.
          
           
             'T
             will
             be
             but
             ill
             revenge
             to
             fight
             them
             all
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             I
             think
             it
             best
             to
             look
             for
             aid
             ,
          
           
             And
             some
             good
             Neighbour
             to
             assist
             you
             call
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             answered
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Consider
             then
             and
             cast
             it
             in
             your
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             we
             two
             ,
             Pallas
             and
             Jove
             to
             boot
          
           
             Will
             serve
             ,
             or
             must
             we
             other
             Succours
             find
             ?
          
           
             Then
             said
             his
             Son
             ,
             O
             Father
             ,
             that
             will
             do
             't
             .
          
           
             Those
             ●riends
             indeed
             would
             serve
             us
             very
             much
             .
          
           
             Immortals
             against
             Mortals
             have
             great
             odds
             ;
          
           
             Higher
             they
             stand
             ,
             and
             of
             themselves
             are
             such
             ,
          
           
             As
             would
             too
             hard
             be
             for
             all●th'oth●r
             Gods.
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             if
             the
             Woo'rs
             and
             I
          
           
             Come
             but
             to
             Battle
             once
             ,
             't
             will
             not
             be
             long
          
           
             Ere
             such
             good
             aids
             will
             have
             the
             Victory
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             an
             end
             of
             this
             unruly
             throng
             .
          
           
             But
             you
             Telemachus
             go
             early
             home
          
           
             To
             morrow
             morning
             ;
             mingle
             with
             the
             rabble
             .
          
           
             I
             after
             you
             will
             with
             Eumaeus
             come
          
           
             Like
             to
             a
             Beggar
             old
             and
             miserable
             .
          
           
             Where
             if
             you
             see
             me
             us'd
             ill-favour'●…ly
             ,
          
           
             Thrown
             at
             or
             pull'd
             about
             the
             house
             by
             th'
             heels
             ,
          
           
             As
             unconcern'd
             ,
             endure
             it
             patiently
             ,
          
           
             What
             pain
             soever
             thereby
             your
             he●rt
             feels
             .
          
           
             But
             yet
             with
             gentle
             words
             you
             may
             persuade
             them
             .
          
           
             For
             sure
             I
             am
             they
             will
             not
             you
             obey
             ,
          
           
           
             The
             Gods
             Immortal
             have
             so
             stupid
             made
             them
          
           
             As
             on
             themselves
             to
             bring
             their
             fatal
             day
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             to
             what
             I
             say
             attentive
             be
             .
          
           
             When
             Pall●s
             shall
             me
             prompt
             ,
             I
             'll
             with
             my
             head
          
           
             Make
             you
             a
             Signe
             .
             Assoon
             as
             that
             you
             see
             ,
          
           
             Let
             th'
             Arms
             in
             th●
             Hall
             away
             be
             carried
             .
          
           
             And
             say
             (
             if
             any
             Suiter●…
             ask
             wherefore
             )
          
           
             The
             fire
             hath
             hurt
             them
             ,
             and
             they
             are
             not
             now
          
           
             Such
             as
             Ulysses
             left
             them
             heretofore
             ,
          
           
             When
             with
             the
             Greeks
             t'
             Ilium
             he
             did
             go
             .
          
           
             Or
             say
             ,
             For
             fear
             some
             Quarrel
             should
             arise
          
           
             By
             th'
             indiscretion
             of
             one
             or
             other
             ,
          
           
             You
             thought
             the
             counsel
             would
             not
             be
             unwise
             ,
          
           
             To
             take
             them
             thence
             .
             One
             drawn
             Sword
             draws
             another
             .
          
           
             But
             two
             Spears
             ,
             two
             Swords
             ,
             &
             two
             Shields
             keep
             still
             ,
          
           
             To
             take
             in
             hand
             when
             we
             the
             onset
             make
             .
          
           
             Jove
             from
             mistrust
             and
             Pallas
             keep
             them
             will.
          
           
             And
             farther
             from
             me
             this
             instruction
             take
             .
          
           
             As
             I
             your
             Father
             am
             ,
             and
             you
             my
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Of
             my
             return
             a
             word
             let
             no
             man
             hear
             ,
          
           
             Father
             ,
             or
             Wife
             ,
             or
             Servant
             any
             one
             .
          
           
             To
             speak
             of
             it
             in
             company
             forbear
             .
          
           
             But
             let
             's
             of
             the
             Maid-servants
             you
             and
             I
          
           
             Endeavour
             what
             we
             can
             to
             know
             the
             mind
             .
          
           
             And
             your
             Men-servants
             also
             I
             would
             try
             ,
          
           
             From
             whom
             you
             honour
             or
             dishonour
             find
             .
          
           
             Father
             ,
             then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             you
             'll
             see
             ,
          
           
             I
             am
             not
             lose
             of
             tongue
             .
             But
             't
             is
             not
             good
          
           
             The
             men
             to
             question
             .
             'T
             will
             lost
             labour
             be
             ,
          
           
             Because
             without
             the
             house
             they
             have
             their
             food
             ,
          
           
             Though
             there
             they
             havock
             of
             your
             substance
             make
             .
          
           
             Do
             as
             you
             please
             .
             'T
             is
             a
             long
             business
          
           
             Of
             ev'ry
             one
             of
             them
             account
             to
             take
             .
          
           
             Inform
             your self
             of
             th'womens
             wickedness
             .
          
           
             I
             would
             not
             willingly
             go
             up
             and
             down
          
           
             To
             ev'ry
             Lodge
             ,
             what
             there
             is
             done
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             For
             our
             work
             done
             ,
             theirs
             will
             be
             better
             known
             ,
          
           
             If
             you
             with
             Signes
             from
             Jove
             acquainted
             be
             .
          
           
             Thus
             they
             discours'd
             .
             The
             Ma●iners
             mean
             while
          
           
             Had
             brought
             into
             the
             Haven
             of
             the
             Town
          
           
           
             The
             Ship
             that
             brought
             Telemachus
             from
             Pyle
             .
          
           
             Then
             drew
             it
             up
             to
             land
             ,
             the
             Sayls
             pull'd
             down
             .
          
           
             The
             Presents
             unto
             Clytius
             they
             bear
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             Penelope
             a
             man
             they
             sent
             ,
          
           
             That
             of
             her
             Sons
             arrival
             she
             might
             hear
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             unto
             Eumaeus
             Lodge
             he
             went
             ,
          
           
             And
             sent
             the
             Ship
             to
             put
             her
             out
             of
             fear
             ,
          
           
             Left
             she
             should
             for
             his
             absence
             longer
             weep
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             was
             for
             the
             same
             bus'ness
             there
             .
          
           
             He
             from
             his
             Lodge
             ,
             the
             other
             from
             the
             Deep
             .
          
           
             He
             told
             the
             Queen
             th'
             arrival
             of
             her
             Son.
          
           
             And
             to
             her
             Maids
             the
             other
             told
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             they
             both
             their
             Messages
             had
             done
             ,
          
           
             Back
             to
             
               Telemachus
               Eumaeus
            
             came
             .
          
           
             At
             this
             the
             Suiters
             vext
             ,
             lookt
             down
             and
             sad
             ,
          
           
             And
             out
             o'
             th'
             Gates
             together
             went
             ,
             where
             they
          
           
             Amongst
             themselves
             a
             consultation
             had
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             them
             thus
             Eurylochus
             'gan
             say
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             very
             strange
             ,
             Telemachus
             is
             come
             .
          
           
             We
             thought
             he
             never
             should
             return
             agen
             .
          
           
             But
             since
             't
             is
             so
             ,
             to
             call
             our
             Fellows
             home
             ,
          
           
             Let
             's
             hire
             and
             man
             a
             Boat
             with
             Fishermen
             .
          
           
             His
             words
             scarce
             out
             ,
             Amphinomus
             comes
             near
             ,
          
           
             And
             turning
             towards
             th'
             Haven
             them
             espi'd
          
           
             Furling
             their
             Sails
             ,
             and
             laughing
             said
             ,
             Th●…
             are
             here
             ,
          
           
             You
             need
             not
             any
             Messenger
             provide
             ,
          
           
             Some
             God
             sure
             told
             him
             of
             them
             ,
             or
             else
             they
          
           
             Saw
             the
             ship
             coming
             by
             ,
             but
             were
             too
             slow
          
           
             To
             overtake
             her
             .
             This
             said
             ,
             they
             away
          
           
             Down
             to
             the
             waters
             ▪
             side
             together
             go
             .
          
           
             And
             up
             unto
             the
             land
             the
             ship
             they
             hale
             ;
          
           
             Their
             Servants
             what
             was
             in
             her
             bear
             away
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             to
             consultation
             they
             sall
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             with
             them
             suffer'd
             any
             else
             to
             stay
             .
          
           
             To
             them
             Antinous
             began
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             The
             Gods
             Telemachus
             have
             strangely
             kept
             .
          
           
             Our
             Scou●s
             from
             Morn
             to
             Night
             o'
             th'
             Mountains
             staid
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             on
             the
             land
             by
             night
             we
             ever
             slept
             ,
          
           
             But
             rowed
             up
             and
             down
             until
             't
             was
             day
             .
          
           
             We
             thought
             he
             could
             not
             scape
             in
             any
             wise
             .
          
           
           
             And
             yet
             some
             Daemon
             brought
             him
             has
             away
             .
          
           
             Come
             ,
             let
             us
             how
             to
             kill
             him
             here
             devise
             :
          
           
             For
             whilst
             he
             lives
             our
             work
             will
             not
             be
             done
             .
          
           
             Crafty
             he
             is
             ,
             and
             can
             his
             purpose
             hide
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             have
             we
             yet
             sufficiently
             won
          
           
             The
             people
             of
             the
             Town
             with
             us
             to
             side
             .
          
           
             The
             multitude
             to
             counsel
             he
             will
             call
             ,
          
           
             And
             ranting
             tell
             them
             that
             we
             go
             about
          
           
             To
             murther
             him
             ,
             and
             so
             enflame
             them
             all
             ,
          
           
             That
             from
             our
             Country
             they
             will
             cast
             us
             out
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             us
             beg
             our
             bread
             .
             Which
             to
             eschew
          
           
             Let
             's
             kill
             him
             in
             the
             Fields
             ,
             or
             in
             the
             Way
             ;
          
           
             Divide
             his
             goods
             amongst
             us
             as
             is
             due
             ;
          
           
             His
             Houses
             to
             his
             Mother
             leave
             we
             may
             ,
          
           
             To
             give
             to
             him
             with
             whom
             she
             means
             to
             marry
             .
          
           
             If
             this
             you
             like
             not
             ,
             but
             that
             he
             shall
             stay
             ,
          
           
             And
             have
             his
             Fathers
             state
             ,
             then
             let
             's
             not
             tarry
             ,
          
           
             But
             each
             man
             to
             his
             own
             house
             go
             his
             way
          
           
             And
             there
             contend
             who
             shall
             the
             best
             endow
             her
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             her
             favour
             the
             superiour
             be
             .
          
           
             Or
             let
             the
             Fates
             dispose
             the
             happy
             hour
          
           
             To
             whom
             she
             has
             a
             mind
             to
             .
             So
             said
             he
             .
          
           
             Then
             spake
             Amphinomus
             the
             Noble
             Son
          
           
             Of
             the
             rich
             
               Nisus
               Aretiades
            
             ,
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Wooers
             inferior
             to
             none
             ,
          
           
             And
             best
             of
             all
             Penelope
             did
             please
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             (
             said
             he
             )
             I
             would
             not
             kill
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             dangerous
             to
             slay
             the
             Royal
             Blood.
          
           
             But
             let
             us
             first
             of
             Jove
             enquire
             the
             will.
          
           
             If
             he
             Command
             ,
             I
             'll
             do
             't
             ▪
             and
             say
             't
             is
             good
             .
          
           
             If
             he
             forbid
             ,
             I
             wish
             you
             to
             desist
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             Ar●phin●mus
             ,
             and
             't
             was
             thought
             fit
             .
          
           
             And
             presently
             the
             Council
             was
             dismist
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             into
             the
             house
             they
             go
             and
             sit
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             Penelope
             resolv'd
             ●'appear
          
           
             Before
             her
             Suiters
             sitting
             in
             the
             Hall.
          
           
             For
             to
             her
             Son
             she
             knew
             they
             Traytors
             were
             .
          
           
             Medon
             that
             with
             them
             was
             had
             told
             her
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             Down
             to
             the
             Hall
             she
             went
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             Door
          
           
             Having
             a
             Woman
             at
             each
             hand
             ,
             the
             ●aid
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             proud
             Antinous
             rebuked
             sore
             .
          
           
             Antinous
             ,
             you
             Traytor
             impudent
             (
             she
             said
             )
          
           
             In
             Ithaca
             the
             Glory
             you
             have
             got
          
           
             Of
             Wit
             and
             Eloquence
             .
             You
             are
             beli'd
             .
          
           
             Madman
             ,
             what
             ail
             you
             my
             Sons
             death
             to
             plot
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             his
             Strangers
             here
             to
             shew
             such
             pride
             ?
          
           
             Poor
             Strangers
             have
             their
             Pasport
             from
             the
             Gods.
          
           
             To
             do
             them
             wrong
             is
             great
             Impiety
             .
          
           
             And
             worse
             between
             themselves
             to
             be
             at
             ods
             .
          
           
             You
             know
             your
             Father
             hither
             once
             did
             fly
             ,
          
           
             Fearing
             the
             People
             who●…
             he
             had
             offended
             .
          
           
             Joyning
             with
             Tophian
             Thieves
             to
             make
             a
             prey
          
           
             Of
             Thesprote
             Cattle
             ,
             and
             were
             here
             defended
          
           
             Against
             the
             Thesprotes
             ,
             though
             our
             friends
             were
             they
             .
          
           
             They
             slain
             him
             had
             ,
             and
             seised
             his
             estate
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             Ulysses
             saved
             him
             ,
             and
             now
          
           
             For
             to
             requite
             him
             what
             d'
             ye
             ,
             O
             ingrate
             ?
          
           
             You
             eat
             his
             cattle
             ,
             and
             his
             Wife
             you
             wooe
             ,
          
           
             And
             kill
             my
             Son
             ,
             and
             daily
             me
             molest
             .
          
           
             Desist
             ,
             I
             tell
             you
             ,
             and
             the
             rest
             perswade
          
           
             To
             leave
             these
             evil
             courses
             ,
             you
             were
             best
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Eurylochus
             then
             answer
             made
             .
          
           
             Icarius
             Daughter
             ,
             wise
             Penelope
             ,
          
           
             Fear
             not
             .
             None
             shall
             lay
             hands
             upon
             your
             Son
             ,
          
           
             As
             long
             as
             I
             am
             living
             and
             can
             see
             ,
          
           
             Who
             does
             ,
             his
             blood
             shall
             on
             my
             Spear
             down
             run
             .
          
           
             His
             Father
             oft
             has
             set
             me
             on
             his
             knee
             ,
          
           
             And
             given
             me
             good
             Wine
             ,
             and
             good
             meat
             rost
             .
          
           
             Afraid
             of
             any
             Woo'r
             you
             need
             not
             be
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             of
             all
             men
             I
             love
             most
             .
          
           
             Of
             death
             from
             Gods
             hand
             none
             can
             warrant
             you
             .
          
           
             But
             as
             for
             us
             you
             may
             securely
             sleep
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             he
             ,
             and
             yet
             then
             his
             death
             did
             brew
             .
          
           
             Away
             went
             then
             Penelope
             to
             weep
             ,
          
           
             And
             wept
             till
             Pallas
             came
             and
             clos'd
             her
             eyes
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             Ulysses
             and
             his
             Son
             at
             night
          
           
             Eumaeus
             came
             .
             A
             Swine
             they
             sacrifice
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             did
             Pallas
             from
             the
             Sky
             alight
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             her
             Rod
             return'd
             Ulysses
             old
             ,
          
           
             And
             ill
             arrai'd
             ,
             for
             fear
             he
             should
             be
             known
          
           
           
             T'Eumaeus
             or
             Penelope
             ,
             and
             told
          
           
             By
             them
             to
             others
             ,
             and
             abroad
             be
             blown
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             to
             Eumaeus
             said
             ,
          
           
             Eumaeus
             ,
             are
             you
             come
             ?
             what
             news
             from
             Town
             ?
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             are
             they
             come
             that
             me
             way-laid
             ?
          
           
             Or
             do
             they
             for
             me
             still
             look
             up
             and
             down
             ?
          
           
             Then
             said
             -
             Eumaeus
             ,
             I
             did
             not
             enquire
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             my
             Message
             only
             was
             my
             mind
             .
          
           
             That
             done
             ,
             to
             make
             haste
             back
             was
             my
             desire
             .
          
           
             But
             there
             I
             chanc't
             a
             Messenger
             to
             find
             ,
          
           
             Sent
             by
             your
             Mates-to
             tell
             Penelope
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             the
             news
             t'
             your
             Mo●…er
             first
             did
             tell
             .
          
           
             I
             saw
             a
             ship
             that
             new
             came
             in
             from
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             But
             whether
             that
             were
             it
             ,
             I
             know
             not
             well
             .
          
           
             Aboard
             were
             many
             Arms
             and
             many
             men
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             I
             were
             not
             sure
             ,
             I
             thought
             't
             was
             it
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             on
             's
             Father
             smiled
             then
             ,
          
           
             But
             so
             as
             that
             Eumaeus
             could
             not
             see
             't
             .
          
           
             Then
             came
             their
             Supper
             in
             ,
             which
             they
             fell
             to
             .
          
           
             A
             Supper
             good
             they
             had
             ,
             and
             were
             well
             pleased
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             their
             hunger
             had
             no
             more
             to
             do
             ,
          
           
             With
             gentle
             sleep
             their
             fear
             and
             care
             disseised
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           XVII
           .
        
         
           
             SOon
             as
             the
             rosie
             Morning
             did
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Riseth
             Telemachus
             ;
             his
             shooes
             puts
             on
             ;
          
           
             And
             takes
             into
             his
             hand
             his
             heavy
             Spear
             ;
          
           
             And
             hasteth
             to
             the
             City
             to
             be
             gone
             .
          
           
             And
             said
             unto
             Eumaeus
             ,
             Father
             ,
             I
          
           
             Am
             going
             to
             the
             City
             ,
             there
             to
             see
          
           
             My
             Mother
             ,
             that
             will
             never
             cease
             to
             cry
             ,
          
           
             And
             sob
             till
             in
             her
             sight
             I
             standing
             be
             ,
          
           
           
             But
             the
             poor
             Stranger
             guide
             you
             to
             the
             Town
             ,
          
           
             With
             broken
             meat
             and
             wine
             himself
             to
             feed
             ,
          
           
             Such
             as
             he
             gets
             by
             begging
             up
             and
             down
             .
          
           
             I
             cannot
             maintain
             all
             men
             that
             have
             need
             .
          
           
             Tak
             't
             how
             he
             will.
             For
             I
             love
             to
             speak
             plain
             .
          
           
             Then-said
             Ulysses
             ,
             Sweet
             Friend
             ,
             nor
             would
             I
          
           
             Here
             in
             the
             Country
             willingly
             remain
             .
          
           
             For
             Beggars
             wants
             great
             Cities
             best
             supply
             .
          
           
             Here
             at
             the
             Lodge
             no
             service
             I
             can
             do
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             to
             learn
             of
             others
             am
             too
             old
             .
          
           
             With
             this
             man
             to
             the
             City
             I
             would
             go
             ,
          
           
             But
             warm
             me
             first
             I
             would
             .
             For
             very
             cold
          
           
             This
             Morning
             is
             .
             I
             fear
             this
             hoary
             frost
             .
          
           
             Far
             hence
             the
             Town
             is
             ,
             and
             my
             Garments
             thin
             ;
          
           
             And
             which
             I
             reason
             have
             to
             fear
             the
             most
             ,
          
           
             My
             rags
             will
             to
             the
             air
             betray
             my
             skin
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             speedily
             went
             home
             ,
          
           
             With
             mischief
             to
             the
             Suiters
             in
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             to
             the
             Palace-gate
             was
             come
             ,
          
           
             T'
             a
             Pillar
             sets
             his
             Spear
             ,
             and
             entered
             .
          
           
             Euryclea
             was
             cov'ring
             Chairs
             i'
             th'
             Hall
             ,
          
           
             And
             saw
             him
             first
             ,
             and
             straight
             unto
             him
             went
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             the
             other
             women-servants
             all
          
           
             Declared
             with
             much
             kissing
             their
             content
             .
          
           
             Then
             like
             Diana
             or
             fair
             Ap●rodite
             ,
          
           
             Penelope
             came
             shedding
             tears
             of
             joy
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             his
             shoulders
             laid
             her
             arms
             milk-white
             ,
          
           
             And
             kist
             his
             head
             and
             eyes
             ,
             and
             thus
             did
             say
             :
          
           
             Telemachus
             my
             dear
             Child
             ,
             are
             you
             here
             ?
          
           
             I
             never
             thought
             again
             your
             face
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             Since
             of
             your
             Father
             news
             you
             went
             to
             hear
          
           
             At
             Pyle
             by
             Sea
             ,
             without
             acquainting
             me
             .
          
           
             But
             tell
             me
             what
             at
             Pyle
             they
             of
             him
             say
             .
          
           
             Mother
             (
             said
             he
             )
             pray
             let
             me
             take
             my
             breath
             ,
          
           
             My
             thoughts
             in
             great
             disorder
             are
             to
             day
             ;
          
           
             I
             come
             but
             now
             from
             out
             the
             jaws
             of
             death
             .
          
           
             But
             with
             your
             Maids
             go
             to
             your
             Chamber
             now
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             your
             fairest
             Garments
             you
             array
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             th'
             Immortal
             Gods
             all
             make
             a
             Vow
          
           
             A
             perfect
             Hecatomb
             to
             them
             you
             'll
             pay
             ,
          
           
           
             If
             Jove
             be
             pleas'd
             our
             losses
             to
             restore
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             unto
             the
             Market-place
             must
             haste
             ,
          
           
             To
             treat
             a
             Stranger
             whom
             I
             sent
             before
             ,
          
           
             And
             till
             my
             coming
             with
             Piraeus
             plac't
             ▪
          
           
             Penelope
             then
             to
             her
             Chamber
             went
             ,
          
           
             And
             put
             her self
             into
             her
             best
             array
             .
          
           
             Her
             vows
             to
             all
             th'
             Immortal
             Gods
             she
             sent
          
           
             A
             perfect
             Hecatomb
             to
             them
             to
             pay
             ,
          
           
             If
             J●ve
             be
             pleas'd
             her
             losses
             to
             restore
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             in
             hand
             then
             takes
             his
             Spear
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             two
             Dogs
             at
             's
             heels
             went
             out
             a
             door
             ;
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             made
             him
             like
             a
             God
             appear
             .
          
           
             The
             people
             all
             admir'd
             him
             as
             he
             came
             ;
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             all
             about
             him
             gathered
             ,
          
           
             And
             spake
             him
             fair
             ,
             while
             in
             their
             hearts
             they
             frame
          
           
             Plots
             and
             devices
             how
             his
             blood
             to
             shed
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             his
             seat
             amongst
             them
             quickly
             quits
             ,
          
           
             To
             Mentor
             and
             his
             Fathers
             antient
             friends
          
           
             
               Altherses
               ,
               Antephus
            
             ,
             with
             them
             he
             sits
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             the
             time
             discoursing
             with
             them
             spends
             ▪
          
           
             Piraeus
             not
             long
             after
             cometh
             in
             ,
          
           
             And
             brings
             his
             Stranger
             with
             him
             to
             the
             place
             ,
          
           
             Who
             there
             a
             very
             little
             while
             had
             been
          
           
             But
             that
             Telemachus
             hard
             by
             him
             was
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Piraeus
             to
             Telemachus
             ,
          
           
             Send
             of
             your
             women
             some
             to
             fetch
             away
          
           
             The
             goodly
             Presents
             you
             left
             at
             my
             house
             .
          
           
             No
             ,
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             let
             them
             yet
             stay
             ,
          
           
             I
             know
             not
             yet
             th'
             event
             of
             our
             affairs
             .
          
           
             If
             th'Wooers
             kill
             me
             and
             my
             Goods
             divide
             ,
          
           
             I
             rather
             had
             they
             should
             be
             yours
             than
             theirs
             .
          
           
             If
             I
             kill
             them
             ,
             and
             God
             be
             on
             my
             side
             ,
          
           
             Then
             send
             them
             ,
             and
             I
             'll
             take
             them
             joyfully
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             away
             the
             Stranger
             with
             him
             home
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             and
             by
             the
             Suiters
             thither
             hie
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             they
             all
             into
             the
             house
             were
             come
             ,
          
           
             On
             Couches
             and
             on
             Chairs
             their
             Cloaks
             they
             lay
             ,
          
           
             And
             presently
             into
             their
             Baths
             they
             go
             .
          
           
             And
             bath'd
             and
             oyl'd
             again
             themselves
             array
             ,
          
           
             And
             sat
             them
             down
             .
             And
             Supper
             ready
             now
             ,
          
           
           
             A
             Maid
             then
             water
             in
             a
             Golden
             Ewre
          
           
             To
             wash
             their
             hands
             over
             a
             Bason
             brings
             .
          
           
             The
             Bason
             also
             was
             of
             silver
             pure
             .
          
           
             Another
             on
             the
             Tables
             lays
             good
             things
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             her
             keeping
             were
             ,
             and
             sets
             on
             Bread.
          
           
             Penelope
             sat
             spinning
             in
             the
             door
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             they
             heartily
             fell
             to
             and
             sed
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             desire
             of
             meat
             and
             drink
             was
             o're
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             her
             Son
             Penelop●
             then
             spake
             .
          
           
             I
             will
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             upon
             my
             bed
             lie
             down
             ,
          
           
             Though
             there
             I
             ever
             weeping
             lie
             awake
             ,
          
           
             Since
             he
             went
             with
             Atrides
             to
             
             Troy-Town
             ,
          
           
             Since
             you
             would
             not
             vouchsase
             to
             let
             me
             know
          
           
             The
             news
             you
             heard
             ,
             before
             these
             men
             came
             in
             .
          
           
             Mother
             (
             said
             he
             )
             the
             truth
             I
             'll
             you
             now
             .
          
           
             We
             went
             to
             Pyle
             ,
             and
             Nestor
             we
             have
             seen
             .
          
           
             And
             lovingly
             we
             entertained
             were
             .
          
           
             For
             as
             a
             Father
             entertains
             his
             Son
          
           
             Come
             home
             from
             far
             ;
             so
             were
             we
             treated
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             welcome
             to
             his
             Children
             every
             one
             .
          
           
             But
             that
             Ulysses
             was
             alive
             or
             dead
             ,
          
           
             He
             met
             with
             no
             man
             that
             could
             tell
             him
             true
             .
          
           
             But
             us
             to
             go
             to
             Sparta
             counselled
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             If
             any
             ,
             Menelaus
             knew
             .
          
           
             And
             us
             with
             Coach
             and
             Horses
             did
             provide
          
           
             (
             Where
             we
             saw
             Helen
             ,
             bane
             of
             Greece
             and
             Troy
             )
          
           
             He
             also
             sent
             his
             Son
             with
             us
             for
             Guide
             ,
          
           
             And
             thither
             come
             receiv'd
             we
             were
             with
             joy
             .
          
           
             Atrides
             of
             my
             coming
             askt
             the
             reason
             .
          
           
             I
             told
             him
             all
             the
             truth
             .
             He
             answer'd
             then
             ,
          
           
             Oh
             ho
             ,
             into
             the
             strong
             mans
             house
             by
             Treason
          
           
             Are
             entred
             many
             weak
             and
             heartless
             men
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             a
             Stag
             and
             Hind
             entring
             the
             den
          
           
             Of
             th'
             absent
             Lion
             ,
             lulls
             his
             whelps
             with
             tales
          
           
             Of
             Hills
             and
             Dales
             ,
             the
             Lion
             comes
             agen
          
           
             And
             tears
             them
             into
             pieces
             with
             his
             nails
             ;
          
           
             So
             shall
             Ulysses
             all
             these
             rascals
             slay
             .
          
           
             Oh
             that
             the
             Gods
             
               Apollo
               ,
               Pallas
               ,
               Jove
            
             ,
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Suiters
             bring
             him
             would
             one
             day
             ,
          
           
             Such
             as
             when
             with
             Ph●lomelide
             he
             strove
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             threw
             him
             flat
             ,
             and
             made
             the
             Argives
             glad
             ,
          
           
             If
             such
             Ulysses
             once
             amongst
             them
             were
             ,
          
           
             Short
             would
             their
             lives
             be
             ,
             and
             their
             wedding
             bad
             .
          
           
             But
             of
             the
             matter
             ,
             whereof
             you
             enquire
             ,
          
           
             On
             my
             own
             knowledge
             I
             can
             nothing
             say
             ,
          
           
             No●
             will
             with
             rash
             conjectures
             you
             beguile
             .
          
           
             I
             told
             was
             with
             Calypso
             he
             doth
             stay
          
           
             (
             By
             Proteus
             an
             old
             Sea-God
             )
             in
             an
             Isse
             ,
          
           
             And
             would
             come
             home
             ,
             but
             wants
             both
             ship
             &
             men
          
           
             To
             pass
             him
             o're
             the
             broad
             back
             of
             the
             Main
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             we
             took
             our
             leaves
             ,
             a
             fair
             gale
             then
          
           
             Quickly
             convei'd
             us
             o're
             the
             liquid
             plain
             .
          
           
             After
             Telemachus
             had
             spoken
             thus
             ,
          
           
             Penelope
             her
             heart
             was
             ill
             at
             ease
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             spake
             to
             her
             Theoclymenus
             .
          
           
             Wife
             of
             
               Ulysses
               Laertiades
            
             ,
          
           
             This
             man
             (
             said
             he
             )
             knows
             not
             ,
             hear
             me
             .
             For
             I
          
           
             Joves
             mind
             foresee
             .
             Jove
             first
             ,
             and
             then
             the
             Ghost
          
           
             That
             takes
             the
             care
             of
             this
             blest
             family
             ,
          
           
             And
             dwelling
             in
             it
             doth
             maintain
             the
             rost
             ,
          
           
             You
             know
             Ulysses
             is
             now
             in
             this
             Isle
             ,
          
           
             Sitting
             or
             creeping
             ,
             and
             observes
             these
             Wooers
             ,
          
           
             What
             evil
             deeds
             they
             do
             .
             And
             he
             the
             while
          
           
             The
             Destiny
             contriveth
             of
             the
             doers
             .
          
           
             I
             saw
             the
             same
             at
             Sea
             by
             Aug●ry
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             unto
             Telemachus
             no
             less
             .
          
           
             Oh
             that
             the
             Gods
             would
             make
             it
             true
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
          
           
             I
             'd
             so
             reward
             you
             that
             men
             should
             you
             bless
             .
          
           
             While
             they
             together
             thus
             within
             discourse
             ,
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             were
             gone
             out
             to
             throw
             the
             Stone
             ,
          
           
             And
             Darts
             upon
             the
             Green
             before
             the
             doors
          
           
             As
             they
             at
             other
             times
             before
             had
             done
             .
          
           
             Now
             Supper-time
             drew
             near
             .
             Sheep
             home
             were
             brought
          
           
             From
             ev'ry
             field
             .
             Then
             Medon
             to
             them
             spake
             ,
          
           
             (
             Who
             ●mongst
             the
             Suiters
             had
             most
             favour
             got
             )
          
           
             Come
             in
             ,
             says
             he
             ,
             and
             care
             of
             Supper
             take
             .
          
           
             For
             of
             these
             Games
             ,
             I
             see
             you
             have
             your
             fill
             .
          
           
             In
             supping
             early
             damage
             there
             is
             ●one
             .
          
           
             Agreed
             they
             were
             ;
             none
             thought
             the
             motion
             ill
             .
          
           
             They
             then
             into
             the
             Hall
             went
             every
             one
             .
          
           
           
             On
             Couches
             and
             on
             Chairs
             their
             Cloaks
             they
             throw
             ,
          
           
             Great
             Sheep
             ,
             fat
             Goats
             enough
             they
             sacrifice
          
           
             And
             franked
             Swine
             ,
             and
             from
             the
             Herd
             a
             Cow.
          
           
             Mean
             while
             Eumaeus
             to
             the
             City
             hies
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             with
             him
             ,
             to
             whom
             thus
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             Come
             Father
             ,
             let
             us
             to
             the
             City
             go
             ,
          
           
             Since
             't
             is
             my
             Masters
             will.
             You
             should
             have
             stai'd
          
           
             If
             my
             advice
             you
             would
             have
             hearken'd
             to
             ,
          
           
             But
             the
             Commands
             of
             Masters
             are
             severe
             ;
          
           
             The
             time
             o'
             th'
             day
             already
             is
             much
             spent
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             it
             will
             be
             late
             e're
             we
             be
             there
             ,
          
           
             I
             fear
             ,
             e●…e
             it
             be
             night
             you
             will
             repent
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             Ulysses
             to
             Eumaeus
             said
             ,
          
           
             I
             hear
             ,
             I
             understand
             ,
             I
             pray
             go
             on
             .
          
           
             Only
             of
             rugged
             way
             I
             am
             afraid
             ,
          
           
             Give
             me
             a
             good
             strong
             staff
             to
             lean
             upon
             .
          
           
             Then
             on
             his
             shoulder
             he
             his
             Scrip
             did
             throw
             ;
          
           
             Given
             he
             had
             a
             great
             Staff
             to
             his
             mind
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             two
             to
             the
             Town
             together
             go
             ,
          
           
             Leaving
             the
             Swineherds
             and
             the
             dogs
             behind
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             like
             a
             Beggar
             old
             and
             lame
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             his
             Rayment
             ragged
             was
             and
             wretched
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             they
             near
             unto
             the
             fountain
             came
             ,
          
           
             From
             which
             the
             Citizens
             their
             water
             fetched
             ,
          
           
             The
             fountain
             sweetly
             streaming
             and
             well
             made
          
           
             
               B'Ithacus
               Neritus
               ,
               Polector
            
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             That
             sheth
             from
             a
             high
             and
             chilling
             shade
             ,
          
           
             Where
             in
             a
             Poplar
             Grove
             arise
             the
             Spring●
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             an
             Altar
             is
             ,
             and
             on
             the
             same
          
           
             The
             Passengers
             to
             th'Nymphs
             pay
             offerings
             .
          
           
             When
             we
             were
             there
             ,
             Melanthus
             to
             us
             came
             ,
          
           
             And
             Goats
             ,
             the
             fattest
             of
             his
             Herds
             ,
             he
             brings
             .
          
           
             Whither
             now
             goest
             thou
             with
             this
             Beggar
             here
             ,
          
           
             This
             trouble-feast
             ,
             who
             begging
             scraps
             and
             snu●●●
             ,
          
           
             (
             Not
             Swords
             and
             Kettles
             )
             many
             blows
             shall
             bear
          
           
             Of
             flying
             foot-stools
             ,
             and
             get
             many
             cuffs
             .
          
           
             Would
             thou
             wouldst
             give
             him
             me
             my
             Lodge
             to
             keep
          
           
             And
             lead
             my
             Goats
             afield
             with
             a
             green
             bough
             ,
          
           
             And
             live
             on
             Whey
             ,
             and
             my
             Goat-houses
             sweep
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             great
             knee
             unto
             such
             service
             bow
             .
          
           
           
             But
             hang
             him
             ,
             he
             has
             such
             a
             custome
             got
          
           
             Of
             Idleness
             with
             begging
             of
             his
             food
             ,
          
           
             That
             labour
             for
             his
             living
             he
             will
             not
             .
          
           
             But
             this
             I
             tell
             you
             ,
             and
             't
             will
             be
             made
             good
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             within
             Ulysses
             house
             appears
             ,
          
           
             Many
             a
             footstool
             in
             the
             Hall
             will
             fly
          
           
             From
             out
             the
             Suiters
             hands
             about
             his
             ears
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             pass'd
             and
             kick'd
             him
             going
             by
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             still
             stood
             firm
             upon
             the
             path
             ,
          
           
             Thinking
             to
             strike
             him
             with
             his
             great
             Staff
             dead
             ,
          
           
             Or
             otherwise
             to
             kill
             him
             in
             his
             wrath
             .
          
           
             But
             in
             the
             end
             his
             wrath
             he
             conquered
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             then
             held
             up
             his
             hands
             and
             pray'd
             :
          
           
             Nymphs
             of
             these
             Fountains
             ,
             Daughters
             of
             Grea●
             Jove
             ,
          
           
             If
             the
             fat
             Gifts
             here
             by
             Ulysses
             laid
          
           
             Upon
             your
             Altars
             were
             receiv'd
             with
             love
             ,
          
           
             Grant
             that
             he
             may
             come
             safely
             home
             again
          
           
             By
             some
             good
             Spirit
             to
             his
             house
             convai'd
             .
          
           
             Then
             (
             to
             Melanthius
             said
             he
             )
             all
             in
             vain
          
           
             Will
             be
             your
             triumph
             ,
             and
             your
             pride
             allai'd
             ,
          
           
             Wherewith
             you
             to
             the
             Suiters
             daily
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             Knaves
             remain
             the
             Cattle
             to
             abate
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Melanthius
             again
             ,
             O
             ho
             !
          
           
             How
             boldly
             does
             this
             Dog
             ,
             this
             Raskal
             prate
             .
          
           
             Whom
             one
             day
             I
             shall
             from
             hence
             ship
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             of
             him
             somewhere
             abroad
             good
             gain
             .
          
           
             Would
             th'
             Wooers
             ,
             or
             Phoebus
             ,
             but
             as
             surely
             slay
          
           
             The
             Son
             ,
             as
             't
             is
             t'
             expect
             his
             Father
             vain
             .
          
           
             When
             this
             was
             said
             ,
             away
             he
             went
             apace
             ,
          
           
             And
             coming
             to
             the
             Suiters
             in
             the
             Hall
             ,
          
           
             Against
             Eurymachus
             he
             took
             his
             place
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             best
             he
             loved
             of
             the
             Suiters
             all
             .
          
           
             And
             there
             the
             waiters
             set
             before
             him
             meat
             .
          
           
             The
             Women
             of
             the
             Pantry
             brought
             him
             bread
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             and
             Eumaeus
             were
             not
             yet
          
           
             Arriv'd
             ,
             but
             near
             ,
             for
             close
             they
             followed
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             Fiddle
             they
             could
             hear
             the
             din.
          
           
             Ulysses
             said
             unto
             Eumaeus
             then
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             a
             fine
             House
             Ulysses
             dwelled
             in
             ,
          
           
             And
             eas'ly
             known
             from
             those
             of
             other
             men
             ,
          
           
           
             The
             Court
             with
             Wall
             and
             Hedge
             is
             fenced
             strong
             ,
          
           
             Having
             strong
             Gates
             ,
             with
             two
             Locks
             great
             &
             fast
             .
          
           
             Some
             Feast
             here
             is
             ;
             I
             hear
             the
             sound
             of
             Song
             ,
          
           
             And
             Fiddle
             ,
             which
             with
             Feast
             the
             Gods
             have
             plac't
             .
          
           
             Then
             answered
             Eumaeus
             ,
             'T
             is
             well
             guest
             ,
          
           
             And
             other
             things
             you
             mark
             as
             well
             as
             this
             .
          
           
             But
             let
             us
             now
             consider
             what
             is
             best
             ,
          
           
             In
             that
             which
             at
             this
             time
             our
             bus'ness
             is
             .
          
           
             Go
             you
             in
             first
             ,
             and
             put
             your self
             among
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             ;
             or
             if
             you
             think
             better
             so
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             first
             go
             in
             ,
             but
             do
             not
             you
             stay
             long
             ,
          
           
             Lest
             you
             of
             one
             another
             take
             a
             blow
             .
          
           
             I
             hear
             ,
             I
             understand
             .
             Go
             you
             in
             first
             .
          
           
             The
             Seas
             and
             Wars
             have
             taught
             me
             patience
             .
          
           
             Of
             all
             my
             suffrings
             this
             is
             not
             the
             worst
             .
          
           
             Of
             blows
             and
             throws
             I
             have
             experience
             .
          
           
             And
             may
             the
             Suiters
             henceforth
             have
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             The
             Belly
             forceth
             Mortals
             to
             much
             Woe
             .
          
           
             But
             there
             is
             no
             force
             can
             the
             Belly
             tame
             .
          
           
             It
             sets
             the
             good
             Ship
             on
             the
             Sea
             to
             go
          
           
             Which
             t'one
             another
             evil
             fortune
             bears
             .
          
           
             While
             they
             discoursed
             thus
             before
             the
             door
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             Dog
             held
             up
             his
             head
             and
             ears
             ,
          
           
             Argus
             by
             name
             ,
             that
             had
             been
             long
             before
          
           
             Well
             lookt
             to
             ,
             ere
             Ulysses
             went
             to
             T●oy
             .
          
           
             They
             with
             him
             cours'd
             the
             wild
             Goat
             ,
             Deer
             ,
             and
             Hare
             ;
          
           
             But
             all
             the
             while
             his
             Master
             was
             away
             ,
          
           
             The
             Servants
             of
             his
             keeping
             took
             no
             care
             .
          
           
             But
             on
             the
             Dung
             before
             the
             Doo●
             h●
             lay
             ,
          
           
             Which
             there
             was
             heap'd
             to
             m●…ure
             Fields
             ●…as
             ,
          
           
             From
             many
             Mules
             and
             Cattle
             fal●
             away
             .
          
           
             There
             lay
             the
             old
             Dog
             Argus
             full
             of
             Fle●s
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             Ul●sses
             near
             was
             ●ouch'd
             his
             ears
          
           
             And
             ●auned
             with
             his
             tail
             ,
             but
             could
             not
             rise
             ,
          
           
             And
             which
             Eumaeus
             did
             not
             see
             ,
             the
             tears
          
           
             Ready
             to
             fall
             were
             from
             Ulysses
             eyes
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             U●…s
             to
             Eumaeus
             said
             ,
          
           
             This
             is
             a
             very
             well-shap'd
             Dog
             I
             see
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             strange
             ●o
             〈◊〉
             ●im
             on
             a
             Du●gh●l
             said
             .
          
           
             I
             know
             not
             whether
             also
             swi●t
             he
             ●e
             .
          
           
           
             Or
             for
             his
             beauty
             only
             was
             he
             ●ed
             ,
          
           
             As
             Lords
             make
             much
             of
             Dogs
             for
             being
             fine
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             their
             Tables
             see
             them
             cherished
             .
          
           
             Then
             answered
             the
             Master
             of
             the
             Swine
             :
          
           
             The
             Master
             of
             him
             is
             of
             life
             bere●t
             .
          
           
             If
             now
             he
             were
             the
             same
             for
             shape
             and
             deed
          
           
             He
             then
             was
             when
             Ulysses
             here
             him
             left
             ,
          
           
             You
             'ld
             quickly
             see
             he
             had
             both
             strength
             &
             speed
             .
          
           
             There
             was
             no
             B●ast
             he
             once
             saw
             in
             the
             Wood
          
           
             That
             could
             escape
             him
             .
             For
             not
             only
             swift
             ,
          
           
             But
             also
             at
             a
             Sent
             was
             very
             good
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             himself
             scarce
             able
             is
             to
             lift
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             his
             Master
             being
             dead
             and
             gone
             ,
          
           
             He
             was
             not
             left
             unto
             the
             Womans
             care
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             Master
             is
             not
             looking
             on
             ,
          
           
             Men-servants
             of
             their
             duty
             careless
             are
             .
          
           
             For
             half
             the
             vertue
             taken
             is
             away
          
           
             Of
             whosoever
             is
             to
             service
             ti'd
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             into
             the
             house
             he
             went
             his
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             Argus
             having
             seen
             his
             Master
             ,
             di'd
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             ,
             the
             first
             that
             saw
             him
             enter
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             ●●m●odded
             to
             come
             to
             his
             Seat.
          
           
             A
             Chopping-board
             was
             near
             him
             by
             adventure
             .
          
           
             He
             took
             up
             that
             ,
             whereon
             to
             eat
             his
             meat
             .
          
           
             And
             near
             Telemachus
             he
             plac'd
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             A
             Waiter
             sets
             before
             him
             flesh
             and
             bread
             .
          
           
             And
             after
             him
             Ulysses
             also
             came
          
           
             Like
             an
             old
             Beggar
             torn
             and
             tattered
             .
          
           
             And
             said
             〈◊〉
             Eumaeus
             ,
             Give
             the
             Beggar
             this
             ,
          
           
             And
             bid
             him
             go
             and
             try
             the
             charity
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             rest
             ;
             and
             tell
             him
             hurtful
             't
             is
          
           
             For
             Beggars
             to
             have
             too
             much
             modesty
             .
          
           
             ●…us
             then
             streight
             went
             unto
             the
             Guest
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             Telema●bus
             doth
             give
             you
             this
             ,
          
           
             And
             bids
             you
             try
             your
             fortune
             with
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             For
             modesty
             to
             Beggars
             hurtful
             is
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             Ulysses
             to
             Eumaeus
             says
             ,
          
           
             God
             bless
             Telemachus
             and
             make
             him
             great
             ,
          
           
             And
             always
             grant
             him
             that
             for
             which
             he
             prays
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             with
             both
             his
             hands
             receiv'd
             his
             mean
          
           
           
             And
             as
             the
             Fiddle
             with
             the
             Feast
             gives
             o're
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             when
             he
             eaten
             had
             his
             meat
             ,
          
           
             Sate
             quiet
             on
             the
             Sill
             and
             said
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             But
             still
             amongst
             the
             Woo'●s
             the
             noise
             was
             great
             .
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             comes
             and
             stands
             Ulysses
             by
             ,
          
           
             And
             bids
             him
             try
             the
             Suiters
             as
             they
             sat
          
           
             Which
             of
             them
             had
             ,
             which
             wanted
             charity
             ,
          
           
             Though
             they
             the
             same
             men
             would
             be
             for
             all
             that
             .
          
           
             Then
             rising
             up
             ,
             before
             the
             first
             he
             stands
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             right
             hand
             onward
             still
             he
             goes
          
           
             To
             every
             one
             ,
             and
             holds
             up
             both
             his
             hands
             ,
          
           
             Like
             one
             that
             well
             the
             Art
             of
             begging
             knows
             .
          
           
             They
             gave
             him
             meat
             ,
             and
             wondred
             at
             the
             man
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             another
             askt
             ,
             Who
             is
             't
             ,
             and
             whence
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             Melanthius
             to
             speak
             began
             :
          
           
             I
             saw
             him
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             but●
             little
             since
          
           
             Brought
             hither
             by
             the
             Master
             of
             the
             Swine
             .
          
           
             But
             who
             he
             is
             ,
             his
             kinred
             ,
             and
             his
             place
             ,
          
           
             It
             is
             not
             in
             my
             power
             to
             divine
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Antinous
             in
             cho●er
             was
             .
          
           
             O
             Noble
             Master
             of
             the
             Swine
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             What
             made
             you
             here
             to
             introduce
             this
             Guest
             ?
          
           
             Think
             you
             that
             yet
             too
             few
             the
             Beggars
             be
             ,
          
           
             That
             you
             must
             needs
             invite
             this
             trouble-feast
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Lords
             estate
             the
             sooner
             to
             eat
             up
             ?
          
           
             Good
             as
             you
             are
             (
             says
             he
             )
             you
             say
             not
             right
             .
          
           
             No
             man
             a
             Stranger
             e're
             call'd
             in
             to
             Sup
             ,
          
           
             And
             him
             on
             no
             acquaintance
             did
             invite
             ,
          
           
             Unless
             he
             were
             a
             man
             that
             most
             men
             need
             ,
          
           
             Prophet
             ,
             Physitian
             ,
             or
             Armourer
             ,
          
           
             Or
             Fidler
             at
             a
             Feast
             ;
             for
             when
             men
             feed
          
           
             A
             Song
             doth
             add
             delight
             unto
             the
             chear
             .
          
           
             These
             use
             to
             be
             invited
             ev'ry
             where
             .
          
           
             Who
             ever
             call'd
             a
             Beggar
             in
             to
             eat
             ?
          
           
             But
             to
             the
             Servants
             you
             still
             cruel
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             them
             all
             you
             me
             the
             worst
             did
             treat
             ▪
          
           
             But
             I
             care
             little
             whilst
             Penelope
          
           
             Alive
             is
             ,
             and
             Telemachus
             her
             Son.
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             had
             him
             silent
             ●e
             .
          
           
             Eum●us
             (
             said
             he
             )
             let
             him
             now
             alone
             ,
          
           
           
             He
             loves
             to
             quarrel
             ,
             and
             set
             others
             on
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             Antinous
             he
             turn'd
             and
             spake
             ,
          
           
             Is
             this
             as
             from
             a
             Father
             to
             his
             Son
             ,
          
           
             To
             bid
             me
             ,
             make
             my
             Guest
             my
             house
             forsake
             ?
          
           
             I
             'll
             never
             do
             't
             .
             Give
             him
             what
             Alms
             you
             will
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             my
             Mother
             ,
             nor
             I
             ,
             nor
             a
             man
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             woman
             that
             here
             dwelleth
             take
             it
             ill
             .
          
           
             But
             eat
             than
             give
             ,
             it
             seems
             you
             better
             can
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Antinous
             ,
             These
             words
             are
             great
             ,
          
           
             And
             passionate
             ,
             but
             spoken
             without
             need
             .
          
           
             If
             thus
             we
             all
             go
             on
             to
             give
             him
             meat
             ,
          
           
             He
             may
             himself
             three
             months
             together
             seed
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             his
             Footstool
             to
             his
             foot
             he
             drew
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             with
             his
             Scrip
             went
             to
             the
             Sill
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             it
             was
             full
             )
             meaning
             to
             beg
             anew
             .
          
           
             And
             first
             he
             tries
             Antinous
             his
             will.
          
           
             Give
             a
             poor
             Stranger
             (
             says
             he
             .
             )
             You
             appear
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Achaeans
             here
             to
             be
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             For
             like
             a
             King
             you
             look
             ,
             and
             reason
             't
             were
          
           
             You
             should
             in
             bounty
             exceed
             all
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             abroad
             your
             goodness
             will
             make
             known
             .
          
           
             I
             could
             for
             riches
             once
             with
             most
             compare
             ,
          
           
             And
             kept
             a
             great
             and
             free
             house
             of
             my
             own
             ,
          
           
             And
             askt
             what
             want
             you
             ,
             ●an
             ,
             not
             what
             you
             are
             .
          
           
             And
             many
             Servants
             had
             ,
             ●nd
             things
             that
             p●…s
          
           
             For
             happiness
             amongst
             us
             ●…ls
             all
             ,
          
           
             Till
             t'Aegypt
             I
             by
             Knaves
             perswa●dd
             was
          
           
             To
             Sail.
             I'
             th'
             Nile
             we
             let
             our
             Anchors
             fall
             .
          
           
             There
             I
             my
             Fellows
             bid
             aboard
             to
             stay
             ,
          
           
             And
             guard
             the
             ships
             ;
             and
             some
             to
             places
             high
          
           
             I
             sent
             to
             watch
             .
             But
             mov'd
             by
             lu●…e
             they
          
           
             On
             Plunder
             and
             on
             Rapine
             had
             their
             eye
             .
          
           
             The
             fields
             they
             waste
             ,
             and
             ●…he
             men
             ,
             and
             make
          
           
             Women
             and
             Children
             ●…ves
             .
             Then
             the
             cry
          
           
             Arriving
             at
             the
             City
             ,
             Arms
             they
             take
          
           
             And
             next
             day
             early
             to
             the
             fields
             they
             hie
          
           
             With
             Horse
             and
             Foot
             The●●●nd'red
             the
             Field
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Armour
             lightned
             My
             men
             frigh●●d
             were
             .
          
           
             Some
             taken
             and
             made
             slaves
             ,
             some
             〈◊〉
             kill'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             rest
             ran
             scatter'd
             here
             and
             there
             .
          
           
           
             To
             th'
             King
             of
             Cyprus
             I
             was
             made
             a
             Gift
             ,
          
           
             Dmetor
             by
             name
             ,
             the
             King
             of
             
             Aegypt's
             Guest
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             come
             hither
             thence
             ,
             I
             made
             hard
             shi●●
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Antinous
             ,
             Stand
             off
             you
             're
             best
             .
          
           
             What
             Devil
             to
             molest
             us
             sent
             this
             Rogue
          
           
             Unmannerly
             ,
             that
             with
             such
             impudence
          
           
             To
             beg
             presumeth
             here
             ,
             and
             to
             cologue
             ?
          
           
             S●and
             off
             .
             Or
             ill
             at
             ease
             I
             'll
             send
             you
             hence
             .
          
           
             They
             that
             have
             given
             have
             done
             foolishly
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             another's
             cost
             been
             charitable
             .
          
           
             No
             wonder
             in
             such
             super●u●●y
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             then
             retired
             from
             the
             Table
             .
          
           
             O
             ,
             O
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             I
             had
             but
             little
             skill
             ,
          
           
             That
             from
             the
             Aspect
             have
             inferred
             wi●
             .
          
           
             Not
             give
             (
             I
             see
             )
             a
             ●rum
             of
             salt
             you
             will
          
           
             To
             a
             poor
             man
             that
             humbly
             alketh
             it
             .
          
           
             Antinous
             at
             this
             enrag'd
             at
             th'
             heart
             ,
          
           
             Look'd
             on
             Ulysses
             angerly
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             To
             part
             hence
             safely
             thou
             not
             likely
             art
             ;
          
           
             Since
             to
             my
             face
             thou
             dar'st
             me
             thus
             upbraid
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             threw
             the
             Footstool
             at
             his
             head
             ,
          
           
             Which
             touch'd
             his
             shoulder
             ,
             but
             remov'd
             him
             not
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             the
             S●ll
             himself
             he
             rendered
             ,
          
           
             Shaking
             his
             head
             with
             vengeance
             in
             his
             thought
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             then
             unto
             the
             Suiters
             spake
             .
          
           
             A
             man
             (
             said
             he
             )
             not
             much
             is
             griev'd
             a
             blow
          
           
             In
             fighting
             for
             his
             Kine
             or
             Sheep
             ,
             to
             take
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             did
             for
             his
             Belly
             at
             me
             throw
             .
          
           
             If
             any
             care
             the
             Gods
             of
             poor
             men
             have
             ,
          
           
             Antinous
             before
             he
             marri'd
             be
             ,
          
           
             Is
             like
             enough
             to
             go
             into
             his
             Grave
             .
          
           
             Antinous
             replies
             ,
             Sit
             quietly
          
           
             And
             eat
             your
             meat
             ,
             lest
             taken
             by
             the
             heels
          
           
             The
             Servants
             hale
             and
             drag
             you
             out
             o'
             th'
             Gate
             ,
          
           
             Or
             use
             you
             worse
             ,
             your
             tongue
             so
             runs
             on
             wheels
             .
          
           
             At
             this
             the
             rest
             all
             discontented
             sate
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             among
             the
             rest
             unto
             him
             said
             ,
          
           
             Antinous
             ,
             it
             was
             unjustly
             done
          
           
             To
             use
             a
             Stranger
             so
             .
             The
             Gods
             arraid
          
           
             In
             poor
             mens
             habits
             mens
             deeds
             look
             upon
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             notice
             take
             ,
             who
             well
             does
             ,
             and
             who
             ill
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             was
             grieved
             at
             the
             heart
          
           
             For
             what
             was
             done
             ,
             but
             did
             no
             tear
             distil
             ,
          
           
             But
             shook
             his
             head
             ,
             and
             hop'd
             to
             make
             them
             smart
             .
          
           
             When
             what
             had
             pass'd
             was
             told
             Penelope
             ,
          
           
             Apollo
             strike
             him
             to
             the
             heart
             ,
             said
             she
             .
          
           
             If
             I
             my
             wish
             had
             ,
             said
             Eurynome
             ,
          
           
             No
             Suiter
             of
             them
             all
             the
             morn
             should
             see
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Penelope
             again
             ,
             'T
             is
             true
             ,
          
           
             They
             all
             be
             enemies
             ,
             and
             mean
             us
             evil
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             the
             fiercest
             is
             of
             all
             the
             Crew
             ,
          
           
             And
             rageth
             in
             the
             house
             like
             any
             Devil
             .
          
           
             A
             Stranger
             in
             distress
             comes
             to
             the
             door
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             want
             constrained
             had
             to
             beg
             his
             bread
             .
          
           
             The
             rest
             all
             give
             him
             somewhat
             of
             their
             store
             ,
          
           
             But
             he
             a
             Footstool
             throweth
             at
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             While
             she
             thus
             and
             her
             Women
             talking
             were
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             supping
             sat
             upon
             the
             Sill.
          
           
             I
             fain
             (
             said
             she
             )
             would
             have
             the
             Beggar
             here
             .
          
           
             Fetch
             him
             Eumaeus
             ,
             talk
             with
             him
             I
             will.
          
           
             I
             'll
             ask
             him
             if
             Ulysses
             he
             have
             seen
             ,
          
           
             For
             many
             men
             and
             Cities
             knoweth
             he
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             then
             made
             answer
             to
             the
             Queen
             :
          
           
             If
             once
             the
             Suiters
             would
             but
             silent
             be
             ,
          
           
             You
             would
             be
             pleas'd
             his
             History
             to
             hear
             .
          
           
             Three
             days
             and
             nights
             he
             stai'd
             with
             me
             an
             end
             .
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             suffrings
             much
             he
             told
             me
             there
          
           
             When
             new
             arriv'd
             ;
             but
             came
             not
             to
             the
             end
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             a
             man
             that
             knows
             the
             Art
             of
             Song
             ,
          
           
             Sings
             lovely
             words
             with
             sweet
             &
             well-tun'd
             voice
             ,
          
           
             The
             man
             that
             hears
             him
             thinks
             not
             the
             time
             long
             ;
          
           
             So
             I
             in
             his
             strange
             story
             did
             rejoyce
             .
          
           
             He
             said
             Ulysses
             was
             his
             Fathers
             Guest
             ,
          
           
             In
             th'
             Isle
             of
             Crete
             where
             reigneth
             Minos
             race
             .
          
           
             Himself
             (
             he
             said
             )
             with
             many
             woes
             opprest
             ,
          
           
             The
             Fates
             at
             last
             him
             tumbled
             to
             this
             place
             .
          
           
             And
             that
             he
             heard
             Ulysses
             is
             hard
             by
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             into
             Thesprotia
             he
             's
             come
          
           
             Alive
             and
             well
             ;
             enriched
             mightily
             ;
          
           
             With
             Treasure
             which
             he
             now
             is
             bringing
             home
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             said
             Penelope
             ,
             Go
             call
             me
             hither
          
           
             The
             Beggar
             ,
             I
             my self
             will
             ask
             him
             all
             .
          
           
             And
             mean
             while
             let
             the
             Suiters
             chat
             together
          
           
             Where
             they
             think
             best
             without
             or
             in
             the
             Hall.
          
           
             For
             merry
             they
             must
             be
             ,
             since
             they
             feed
             here
             ,
          
           
             And
             their
             own
             Corn
             and
             Wine
             and
             Cattle
             save
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             our
             Cattle
             make
             themselves
             good
             chear
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             our
             Corn
             and
             Wi●e
             no
             mercy
             have
             .
          
           
             For
             such
             as
             was
             Ulysses
             here
             is
             none
             ,
          
           
             That
             should
             defend
             us
             from
             their
             injuries
             .
          
           
             But
             were
             he
             h●ther
             come
             ,
             he
             ,
             and
             his
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Would
             bring
             destruction
             on
             these
             enemies
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             it
             chanc'd
             Telemachus
             to
             sneeze
             .
          
           
             She
             laught
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             Beggar
             calls
             agen
             .
          
           
             You
             see
             
               Eumaeus
               ,
               Jove
            
             with
             me
             agrees
             ,
          
           
             And
             certainly
             slain
             shall
             be
             all
             these
             men
             .
          
           
             Go
             call
             the
             Beggar
             ,
             and
             say
             this
             from
             me
             ,
          
           
             If
             I
             find
             true
             what
             he
             shall
             to
             me
             say
             ,
          
           
             He
             shall
             with
             Coat
             and
             Vest
             rewarded
             be
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             to
             the
             Beggar
             went
             his
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             near
             him
             was
             ,
             Father
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             Pe●elope
             desires
             to
             speak
             with
             you
             .
          
           
             About
             Ulysses
             she
             inform'd
             would
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             If
             she
             find
             all
             you
             say
             be
             true
             ,
          
           
             She
             clothe
             you
             will
             with
             a
             fair
             Coat
             and
             Vest
             ,
          
           
             Which
             you
             stand
             most
             in
             need
             of
             .
             But
             for
             food
          
           
             By
             begging
             in
             the
             Town
             you
             'll
             get
             it
             best
             ,
          
           
             Where
             they
             relieve
             you
             will
             that
             shall
             think
             good
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             to
             Eumaeus
             answered
             ,
          
           
             P●nelope
             I
             quickly
             can
             inform
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             and
             I
             have
             jointly
             suffered
             .
          
           
             But
             from
             the
             Suiters
             I
             much
             fear
             a
             storm
             .
          
           
             Their
             insolence
             is
             known
             up
             to
             the
             Sky
             .
          
           
             Just
             now
             a
             Footstool
             one
             threw
             at
             my
             head
             ,
          
           
             When
             given
             him
             no
             cause
             at
             all
             had
             I
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             could
             I
             by
             her
             Son
             be
             succoured
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             intreat
             P●nelope
             to
             stay
          
           
             Untill
             the
             Sun
             be
             set
             and
             Suiters
             gone
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             fire-side
             hear
             what
             I
             can
             say
             .
          
           
             You
             see
             what-wosul
             Garments
             I
             have
             on
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             back
             Eumaeus
             went
             with
             his
             excuse
             ,
          
           
             And
             came
             without
             him
             to
             Penelope
             .
          
           
             How
             now
             (
             said
             she
             )
             does
             he
             to
             come
             refuse
             ?
          
           
             They
             that
             are
             bashful
             but
             ill
             Beggars
             be
             .
          
           
             Not
             so
             ,
             O
             Queen
             (
             said
             he
             )
             he
             is
             discreet
             .
          
           
             He
             prays
             you
             stay
             till
             setting
             of
             the
             Sun
             ,
          
           
             Fearing
             some
             danger
             from
             the
             Woo'rs
             to
             meet
             .
          
           
             And
             for
             you
             also
             then
             't
             will
             best
             be
             done
             .
          
           
             I
             see
             (
             quoth
             she
             )
             the
             Stranger
             wants
             not
             wit.
          
           
             For
             in
             the
             world
             never
             so
             many
             men
          
           
             Contriving
             mischief
             did
             together
             sit
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             
               Penelope
               .
               Eumeus
            
             then
          
           
             Went
             down
             and
             put
             himself
             into
             the
             throng
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             Telemachus
             said
             in
             his
             ear
             ,
          
           
             I
             have
             been
             absent
             from
             my
             Swine
             too
             long
             .
          
           
             I
             go
             ,
             and
             to
             your
             care
             leave
             all
             things
             here
             ,
          
           
             And
             chiefly
             of
             your
             life
             to
             have
             a
             care
             .
          
           
             Many
             there
             are
             that
             bear
             you
             evil
             mind
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             to
             take
             your
             life
             contriving
             are
             .
          
           
             But
             may
             they
             first
             their
             own
             destruction
             find
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             And
             so
             't
             will
             be
             .
          
           
             Farewel
             .
             But
             I
             advise
             you
             first
             to
             dine
             .
          
           
             The
             bus'ness
             here
             leave
             to
             the
             Gods
             and
             me
             .
          
           
             Then
             din'd
             he
             and
             went
             back
             unto
             the
             Swine
             ,
          
           
             Next
             morning
             with
             more
             Victims
             to
             return
             .
          
           
             And
             full
             he
             left
             the
             Hall
             and
             Court
             with
             men
             ,
          
           
             Who
             there
             themselves
             to
             Song
             and
             dancing
             turn
             .
          
           
             For
             less
             than
             half
             the
             day
             remained
             then
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           LIB
           .
           XVIII
           .
        
         
           
             THen
             came
             a
             Beggar
             to
             Ulysses
             Gate
             .
          
           
             The
             man
             to
             see
             to
             was
             both
             great
             and
             tall
             ,
          
           
             Though
             but
             a
             lither
             fell
             w.
             Down
             he
             sate
          
           
             Boldly
             within
             the
             Porch
             before
             the
             Hall.
          
           
             He
             had
             a
             greedy
             Gut
             ,
             and
             named
             was
          
           
             At
             first
             Arnaeus
             ,
             then
             Irus
             ;
             for
             he
             went
          
           
             On
             errants
             oft
             ,
             when
             ever
             there
             was
             cause
             .
          
           
             The
             Wooers
             favour
             made
             him
             insolent
             .
          
           
             This
             Beggar
             thought
             to
             drive
             Ulysses
             thence
             .
          
           
             Dost
             see
             those
             Princes
             how
             they
             wink
             at
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             heels
             would
             have
             me
             pluckt
             thee
             hence
             ?
          
           
             Though
             to
             do
             that
             I
             should
             ashamed
             be
             .
          
           
             Go
             from
             the
             door
             Old
             man
             lest
             I
             should
             do
             it
             .
          
           
             Up
             therefore
             quickly
             and
             be
             gone
             ;
             arise
          
           
             Before
             that
             with
             my
             fists
             I
             force
             you
             to
             it
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             frowning
             answer'd
             in
             this
             wise
             :
          
           
             Strange
             man
             ,
             I
             neither
             do
             thee
             harm
             ,
             nor
             say
          
           
             Thee
             any
             ill
             .
             Here
             's
             room
             for
             thee
             and
             me
             .
          
           
             I
             do
             not
             envy
             you
             the
             meat
             which
             they
          
           
             Shall
             give
             you
             here
             ,
             how
             much
             so
             e're
             it
             be
             .
          
           
             Envy
             not
             other
             men
             ;
             I
             think
             you
             are
          
           
             As
             well
             as
             I
             a
             Beggar
             ;
             but
             forbear
          
           
             To
             threaten
             me
             too
             much
             .
             You
             're
             best
             beware
             ,
          
           
             Old
             as
             I
             am
             ,
             lest
             I
             your
             lips
             besmear
          
           
             And
             breast
             with
             blood
             ,
             and
             so
             have
             better
             room
             .
          
           
             For
             to
             Ulysses
             house
             I
             'm
             confident
          
           
             Th●u
             never
             wilt
             be
             able
             more
             to
             come
             .
          
           
             This
             made
             the
             Beggar
             more
             impatient
             .
          
           
             O
             (
             says
             he
             )
             how
             the
             Raskal
             prates
             !
             'T
             were
             well
          
           
             To
             beat
             the
             Raskals
             teeth
             out
             ,
             while
             his
             Tongue
          
           
           
             Thus
             runs
             on
             wheels
             ,
             till
             to
             the
             ground
             they
             fell
             .
          
           
             Let
             these
             see
             fight
             the
             Old
             man
             with
             the
             Young.
          
           
             Whilst
             in
             great
             heat
             they
             quarrell'd
             at
             the
             door
             ,
          
           
             They
             by
             Antinous
             observed
             were
             ,
          
           
             Who
             laughing
             said
             there
             never
             came
             before
          
           
             Such
             sport
             to
             th'
             House
             .
             The
             Beggars
             standing
             there
          
           
             Will
             go
             to
             cuffs
             ,
             I
             pray
             let
             's
             hold
             them
             to
             it
             .
          
           
             Then
             up
             they
             start
             ,
             and
             round
             about
             them
             stand
             .
          
           
             There
             are
             o'
             th'
             fire
             good
             puddings
             full
             of
             suit
             ,
          
           
             Of
             these
             ,
             let
             him
             that
             conquers
             lay
             his
             hand
          
           
             On
             which
             he
             will.
             So
             said
             Antinous
             ,
          
           
             And
             have
             the
             priviledge
             ,
             and
             none
             but
             he
          
           
             To
             beg
             within
             the
             Porch
             before
             the
             house
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             our
             talk
             at
             meat
             a
             hearer
             be
             .
          
           
             The
             motion
             pleas'd
             .
             And
             then
             Ulysses
             spake
             :
          
           
             The
             match
             is
             hard
             ,
             an
             Old
             man
             'gainst
             a
             Younger
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             this
             my
             belly
             bids
             me
             undertake
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             'm
             acquainted
             more
             with
             blows
             than
             hunger
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             must
             first
             intreat
             you
             all
             to
             swear
          
           
             Not
             to
             help
             Irus
             ,
             nor
             a
             heavy
             hand
          
           
             To
             lay
             on
             me
             ,
             but
             both
             of
             us
             forbear
             ,
          
           
             And
             justly
             'twixt
             us
             both
             as
             Neute●s
             stand
             .
          
           
             When
             all
             had
             sworn
             ,
             then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
          
           
             Stranger
             ,
             if
             thou
             dare
             combat
             with
             this
             man
          
           
             None
             else
             shall
             do
             thee
             hurt
             .
             Antinous
             ,
          
           
             Eurymachus
             ,
             and
             I
             defend
             you
             can
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             cover'd
             kept
             his
             gear
             ,
          
           
             But
             shew'd
             his
             shoulders
             wide
             ,
             &
             his
             strong
             thighs
             .
          
           
             His
             large
             brest
             and
             his
             brawny
             arms
             appear
             .
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             standing
             by
             inlarg'd
             his
             size
             .
          
           
             At
             which
             the
             Suiters
             greatly
             wondered
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             unto
             another
             softly
             said
             ,
          
           
             Irus
             has
             pull'd
             an
             old
             house
             on
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             And
             Irus
             then
             was
             mightily
             afraid
             .
          
           
             But
             yet
             by
             force
             the
             Servants
             brought
             him
             out
             ,
          
           
             His
             flesh
             still
             trembling
             on
             his
             limbs
             with
             fear
             ,
          
           
             Shew
             not
             thy self
             a
             Coward
             and
             a
             lout
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             fear
             a
             man
             worn
             out
             with
             many
             a
             year
             .
          
           
             For
             if
             he
             get
             the
             better
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             go
          
           
             Unto
             King
             Takim
             ,
             and
             there
             by
             his
             Law
          
           
           
             Thy
             nose
             and
             ears
             ,
             and
             privy
             parts
             also
          
           
             Shall
             be
             cut
             off
             ,
             and
             dogs
             shall
             eat
             them
             raw
             .
          
           
             This
             made
             him
             quake
             more
             yet
             .
             Into
             the
             lists
          
           
             They
             brought
             him
             so
             .
             Both
             ready
             were
             to
             fight
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             then
             thought
             how
             to
             use
             his
             fists
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             to
             beat
             him
             down
             or
             kill
             him
             quite
             .
          
           
             But
             not
             t'
             offend
             the
             Suiters
             thought
             it
             best
          
           
             To
             strike
             him
             gently
             .
             And
             when
             they
             were
             near
          
           
             Irus
             did
             hit
             Ulysses
             on
             the
             brest
             .
          
           
             
               Ulysses
               Irus
            
             struck
             just
             under
             th●ear
             .
          
           
             He
             broke
             the
             bones
             ,
             at
             's
             mouth
             the
             blood
             gusht
             out
             .
          
           
             He
             fell
             ,
             squ●akt
             ,
             shed
             his
             teeth
             .
             The
             Suiters
             were
          
           
             With
             laughter
             almost
             dead
             ,
             that
             stood
             about
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             drag'd
             him
             to
             the
             utter-gate
             ,
          
           
             And
             set
             him
             to
             the
             hedge
             ,
             as
             't
             were
             a
             Signe
             ,
          
           
             And
             put
             a
             Staff
             in
             's
             hand
             .
             As
             there
             he
             sate
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             bad
             him
             keep
             out
             Dogs
             and
             Swine
             .
          
           
             Think
             not
             thy self
             quoth
             he
             ,
             of
             Beggars
             King
          
           
             (
             That
             art
             a
             very
             wretch
             )
             and
             wandering
             Souls
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ;
             ore's
             head
             he
             threw
             the
             twisted
             string
          
           
             By
             which
             his
             Scrip
             hung
             rag'd
             and
             full
             of
             holes
             .
          
           
             Then
             sat
             him
             down
             i'
             th'
             Porch
             .
             The
             Suiters
             enter
          
           
             All
             laughing
             in
             ,
             and
             as
             they
             passed
             by
          
           
             Greatly
             congratulated
             his
             adventure
             .
          
           
             Stranger
             ,
             said
             they
             ,
             Jove
             and
             the
             Gods
             on
             high
             ,
          
           
             Grant
             thee
             whatever
             thou
             shalt
             most
             desire
             ,
          
           
             That
             hast
             reliev'd
             us
             from
             the
             Raskal
             there
             .
          
           
             We
             'll
             send
             him
             to
             King
             Takim
             in
             Epire.
          
           
             And
             glad
             Ulysses
             was
             his
             praise
             to
             hear
             .
          
           
             Antinous
             a
             Haggas
             brought
             fill'd
             up
          
           
             With
             fat
             and
             blood
             ,
             and
             to
             't
             Amphino●…s
          
           
             Two
             loaves
             of
             bread
             ,
             and
             with
             't
             a
             gilded
             Cup
          
           
             Of
             lusty
             wine
             ,
             and
             said
             unto
             him
             thus
             :
          
           
             Hail
             ,
             Father
             ,
             Stranger
             ,
             Rich
             and
             Happy
             be
          
           
             As
             ere
             you
             were
             ;
             though
             many
             miseries
          
           
             Oppress
             you
             now
             .
             He
             answer'd
             him
             ,
             I
             see
          
           
             Amphinomus
             ,
             you
             prudent
             are
             and
             wise
             .
          
           
             So
             was
             your
             Eather
             .
             Nisus
             was
             his
             name
             .
          
           
             Prince
             of
             Dulichium
             ,
             both
             rich
             and
             wise
             .
          
           
           
             You
             are
             his
             Son
             ,
             as
             I
             am
             told
             by
             Fame
             ;
          
           
             Therefore
             I
             will
             a
             little
             you
             advise
             .
          
           
             There
             's
             not
             a
             weaker
             Creature
             lives
             o'
             th'
             ground
             ,
          
           
             Or
             goes
             ,
             o●
             c●eeps
             upon
             it
             than
             a
             man
          
           
             Who
             whilst
             he
             's
             strong
             ,
             and
             all
             his
             limbs
             are
             sound
             ,
          
           
             He
             makes
             account
             that
             fa●l
             he
             never
             can
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             Gods
             shall
             have
             decreed
             him
             woe
             ,
          
           
             He
             less
             indures
             it
             than
             another
             can
             .
          
           
             Such
             is
             the
             nature
             Jove
             has
             as●●gn'd
             to
          
           
             This
             weak
             and
             short-liv'd
             Creature
             called
             Man.
          
           
             For
             I
             my self
             was
             rich
             ,
             and
             lived
             in
          
           
             Great
             plenty
             ,
             and
             was
             very
             insolent
             ,
          
           
             Bold
             on
             my
             strength
             ,
             my
             Father
             ,
             and
             my
             Kin
             ,
          
           
             Therefore
             let
             no
             man
             be
             too
             confident
             .
          
           
             But
             rather
             quietly
             God's
             Gifts
             enjoy
             .
          
           
             These
             Suiters
             here
             bring
             this
             into
             my
             mind
          
           
             Who
             of
             an
             absent
             man
             the
             Goods
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             at
             last
             unto
             their
             cost
             they
             'll
             find
             .
          
           
             For
             this
             I
             tell
             you
             (
             mark
             well
             what
             I
             say
             )
          
           
             That
             he
             will
             soon
             ,
             nay
             very
             quickly
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             will
             be
             to
             some
             a
             heavy
             day
             .
          
           
             Pray
             God
             that
             at
             his
             coming
             you
             keep
             home
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             drank
             ,
             and
             to
             Amphinomus
          
           
             Return'd
             the
             Cup
             ,
             who
             shook
             his
             head
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             For
             not
             long
             after
             by
             Telemachus
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             rest
             of
             th'Wooers
             he
             was
             slain
             .
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             puts
             Penelope
             in
             mind
          
           
             T'
             appear
             unto
             the
             Wooers
             ,
             that
             she
             might
          
           
             Before
             her
             Son
             and
             Husband
             honour
             find
             ,
          
           
             And
             further
             bring
             the
             Suiters
             thoughts
             to
             light
             .
          
           
             Penelope
             then
             laught
             not
             knowing
             why
             .
          
           
             Eurynome
             (
             said
             she
             )
             my
             mind
             says
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             shew
             your self
             before
             the
             Company
             .
          
           
             Which
             heretofore
             I
             never
             thought
             to
             do
             .
          
           
             I
             hate
             them
             ,
             yet
             I
             mean
             to
             go
             to
             th'
             door
             ,
          
           
             And
             bid
             my
             Son
             their
             company
             to
             shun
          
           
             And
             mix
             himself
             with
             those
             ill
             men
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             Dear
             Child
             ,
             said
             the
             old
             woman
             ,
             't
             is
             well
             done
             .
          
           
             Go
             tell
             him
             whatsoever
             you
             think
             fit
             ,
          
           
             But
             wash
             away
             the
             tears
             first
             from
             your
             eyes
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             '
             noint
             your
             Cheeks
             ;
             they
             must
             sometimes
             remit
          
           
             And
             hide
             their
             grief
             that
             will
             be
             counted
             wise
             .
          
           
             You
             have
             your
             wish
             ,
             your
             Son
             now
             is
             a
             man.
          
           
             Penelope
             then
             answered
             her
             again
             ;
          
           
             Restored
             be
             my
             beauty
             never
             can
             ▪
          
           
             '
             Nointing
             and
             washing
             now
             are
             all
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             ,
             Eurynome
             ,
             then
             took
             away
          
           
             All
             beauty
             from
             me
             when
             Ulysses
             went
          
           
             With
             Agamemnon
             to
             the
             Siege
             of
             T●●y
             ;
          
           
             Such
             words
             afford
             me
             now
             but
             small
             content
             .
          
           
             Call
             Hipp●d●mia
             and
             A●●●nne
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             I
             am
             asham'd
             my self
             alone
          
           
             Amongst
             so
             many
             men
             in
             sight
             to
             be
             .
          
           
             They
             shall
             go
             with
             me
             ,
             on
             each
             side
             me
             one
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             th'
             old
             woman
             was
             gone
             out
             ,
             and
             staid
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             pour'd
             sweet
             sleep
             upon
             her
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             her
             face
             a
             greater
             beauty
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             also
             made
             her
             limbs
             of
             larger
             size
             ,
          
           
             And
             whiter
             than
             the
             purest
             Ivory
             .
          
           
             Having
             so
             done
             the
             Goddess
             rise
             to
             th'Skies
             .
          
           
             Her
             Maidens
             coming
             made
             a
             noise
             ,
             and
             she
          
           
             Awak'd
             ,
             and
             with
             her
             hand
             she
             strok'd
             her
             eyes
             .
          
           
             I
             've
             had
             (
             said
             she
             )
             a
             very
             gentle
             sleep
             .
          
           
             O
             that
             Diana
             such
             a
             gentle
             death
          
           
             Would
             send
             me
             presently
             ,
             nor
             let
             me
             weep
          
           
             My
             life
             out
             ,
             nor
             with
             sorrow
             give
             me
             breath
             ,
          
           
             Sorrow
             for
             my
             dear
             Husband
             ,
             best
             of
             all
          
           
             The
             G●e●ian
             Princes
             ,
             and
             that
             said
             ,
             then
             down
          
           
             She
             goes
             to
             th
             Porch
             before
             the
             door
             of
             th'Hall
          
           
             With
             her
             two
             Maids
             ,
             she
             would
             not
             go
             alone
          
           
             And
             so
             stood
             at
             the
             door
             within
             their
             sight
             ,
          
           
             But
             with
             her
             Scarf
             her
             Cheeks
             a
             little
             shaded
             .
          
           
             A
             Maid
             stood
             at
             her
             left
             hand
             and
             her
             right
             .
          
           
             When
             we
             appear'd
             Love
             all
             their
             hearts
             invaded
             .
          
           
             Her
             speech
             then
             to
             Telemachus
             sh'addrest
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             (
             said
             she
             )
             your
             Wit
             's
             less
             now
          
           
             Than
             when
             you
             were
             a
             Boy
             .
             'T
             was
             then
             at
             best
             .
          
           
             And
             backward
             more
             and
             more
             it
             seems
             to
             grow
             .
          
           
             Now
             you
             are
             tall
             ,
             and
             come
             to
             mans
             estate
             ,
          
           
             And
             '
             counted
             are
             the
             best
             mens
             Sons
             among
             ,
          
           
           
             Of
             your
             discretion
             you
             begin
             t'
             abate
             .
          
           
             Why
             else
             d'
             ye
             let
             your
             Stranger
             suffer
             wrong
             ?
          
           
             If
             you
             your
             Guests
             thus
             treat
             ,
             what
             think
             you
             ,
             can
          
           
             Men
             say
             of
             you
             ,
             that
             's
             good
             or
             honourable
             ?
          
           
             You
             'll
             be
             reproach'd
             and
             scorn'd
             of
             every
             man
             ,
          
           
             And
             taken
             for
             a
             man
             unhospitable
             .
          
           
             Mother
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             you
             well
             may
             angry
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             yet
             I
             better
             know
             what
             's
             good
             and
             ill
          
           
             Than
             heretofore
             .
             But
             these
             men
             hinder
             me
             .
          
           
             I
             cannot
             without
             help
             ,
             do
             all
             I
             will.
          
           
             The
             Quarrel
             'twixt
             my
             Guest
             and
             Irus
             was
          
           
             None
             of
             the
             Suiters
             act
             ,
             by
             chance
             it
             rose
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             sate
             begging
             ,
             from
             some
             other
             cause
             ,
          
           
             And
             Irus
             only
             bare
             away
             the
             blows
             .
          
           
             O
             Jupiter
             (
             I
             wish
             )
             and
             all
             the
             Gods
             ,
          
           
             That
             all
             your
             Suiters
             were
             in
             Irus
             case
             ,
          
           
             (
             Who
             yonder
             sits
             like
             one
             that
             's
             drunk
             ,
             and
             nods
             )
          
           
             Either
             here
             right
             or
             in
             some
             other
             place
             ,
          
           
             Unable
             to
             go
             home
             .
             Penelope
          
           
             And
             her
             lov'd
             Son
             so
             talkt
             .
             And
             then
          
           
             Eurymachus
             ,
             if
             all
             the
             Lords
             (
             said
             he
             )
          
           
             Which
             now
             through
             Arg●s
             bear
             rule
             over
             men
          
           
             Should
             see
             you
             now
             ,
             more
             Suiters
             you
             'ld
             have
             here
          
           
             (
             For
             you
             do
             far
             ,
             all
             Woman-kind
             surpass
             )
          
           
             And
             come
             betime
             to
             taste
             of
             your
             good
             chear
             .
          
           
             None
             such
             for
             fair
             and
             prudent
             ever
             was
             .
          
           
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             said
             she
             .
             For
             when
             Ulysses
             went
          
           
             With
             th'
             Argive
             Princes
             to
             the
             War
             of
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             The
             Immortal
             Gods
             took
             from
             me
             my
             content
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             it
             all
             these
             Ornaments
             away
             .
          
           
             Were
             he
             come
             home
             that
             took
             a
             care
             of
             me
             ,
          
           
             I
             should
             more
             honour
             have
             and
             beauty
             so
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             I
             lead
             my
             life
             in
             misery
             ,
          
           
             The
             Gods
             some
             evil
             on
             me
             daily
             throw
             .
          
           
             My
             Husband
             when
             he
             parted
             hence
             to
             fight
          
           
             For
             Agamemnon
             'gainst
             the
             Trojans
             ,
             laid
          
           
             At
             taking
             leave
             on
             my
             left
             hand
             his
             right
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             those
             words
             of
             counsel
             to
             me
             said
             :
          
           
             Expect
             you
             cannot
             (
             Wife
             )
             that
             we
             that
             go
          
           
             Over
             the
             Sea
             unto
             the
             Siege
             of
             Troy
          
           
           
             Shall
             all
             come
             safe
             away
             .
             The
             Trojans
             know
          
           
             How
             t'
             use
             the
             Dart
             and
             Bowe
             too
             ,
             as
             men
             say
             ;
          
           
             And
             are
             good
             Horsmen
             also
             ,
             and
             can
             see
          
           
             All
             their
             advantages
             in
             ranged
             field
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             I
             know
             not
             what
             my
             luck
             will
             be
             ,
          
           
             Either
             to
             come
             again
             ,
             or
             to
             be
             kill'd
             .
          
           
             My
             Father
             and
             my
             Mother
             I
             therefore
          
           
             To
             you
             commend
             ,
             to
             see
             them
             cherished
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             are
             now
             ,
             or
             (
             in
             my
             absence
             )
             more
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             Telemachus
             is
             grown
             ,
             then
             wed
             .
          
           
             Take
             whom
             your self
             like
             best
             ,
             and
             leave
             this
             house
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             parts
             .
             Ay
             me
             the
             time
             is
             come
          
           
             I
             must
             embrace
             a
             Marriage
             odious
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             must
             leave
             this
             my
             most
             blessed
             home
             .
          
           
             Suiters
             were
             wont
             when
             they
             a
             woman
             woo'd
          
           
             Of
             Noble
             Parentage
             ,
             to
             please
             her
             all
          
           
             They
             could
             ,
             and
             strive
             who
             most
             should
             do
             her
             good
             ;
          
           
             Mine
             daily
             eat
             and
             drink
             me
             up
             in
             th'Hall
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             was
             well
             pleas'd
             to
             see
          
           
             His
             wife
             draw
             Presents
             from
             them
             ,
             and
             was
             glad
             ,
          
           
             And
             th'Wooers
             by
             her
             over-reacht
             to
             be
          
           
             With
             her
             fine
             words
             ,
             when
             other
             thoughts
             she
             had
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             
               Antinous
               :
               Penelope
            
             ,
          
           
             Fair
             and
             wise
             daughter
             of
             Icarius
             ,
          
           
             Receive
             what
             e're
             by
             us
             shall
             offer'd
             be
             .
          
           
             It
             is
             not
             good
             ,
             good
             Presents
             to
             refuse
             .
          
           
             Yet
             till
             you
             chuse
             some
             one
             whom
             you
             think
             best
          
           
             To
             be
             your
             Husband
             ,
             we
             resolve
             to
             stay
             ,
          
           
             And
             be
             each
             one
             of
             us
             your
             constant
             Guest
             ,
          
           
             And
             never
             absent
             from
             your
             house
             a
             day
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             Antinous
             they
             all
             agree
             ,
          
           
             Who
             her
             presented
             with
             a
             fair
             ,
             large
             ,
             rich
          
           
             And
             divers-colour'd
             Robe
             ,
             with
             four
             times
             three
          
           
             Buckles
             of
             pure
             and
             beaten
             gold
             ,
             and
             which
          
           
             As
             many
             clasps
             of
             Gold
             had
             joyned
             fit
             .
          
           
             Eurymachus
             his
             Present
             was
             a
             Chain
          
           
             Of
             Gold
             and
             Amber-Beads
             alternate
             .
             It
          
           
             Shin'd
             bright
             as
             is
             the
             Sun-shine
             after
             rain
             .
          
           
             Eurydamas
             two
             Pendants
             gave
             ,
             of
             which
          
           
             Each
             had
             three
             Gems
             and
             polisht
             very
             bright
          
           
           
             And
             both
             for
             Art
             and
             Workmanship
             were
             rich
             ,
          
           
             Reflecting
             to
             the
             eye
             a
             lovely
             light
             .
          
           
             Pysandrus
             Son
             of
             Poly●terides
          
           
             Gave
             her
             a
             costly
             Necklace
             .
             All
             the
             rest
          
           
             With
             some
             good
             Gift
             endeavoured
             to
             please
          
           
             The
             fair
             and
             wise
             Penelope
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             This
             done
             ,
             unto
             her
             Chamber
             up
             she
             went
          
           
             With
             her
             two
             Maids
             that
             did
             her
             Presents
             carry
             .
          
           
             Th'Woo'rs
             with
             dancing
             and
             with
             merriment
             ,
          
           
             (
             Their
             wonted
             pastime
             )
             for
             the
             Ev'ning
             tarry
             .
          
           
             The
             Ev'ning
             came
             ,
             and
             then
             the
             Lamps
             were
             lighted
             ,
          
           
             And
             Torches
             ,
             and
             the
             Fir-staves
             long
             lain
             dry
             ,
          
           
             Which
             to
             that
             purpose
             had
             with
             Tools
             been
             fitted
          
           
             And
             ready
             lay
             to
             light
             the
             Company
             .
          
           
             The
             Lights
             the
             Maids
             took
             up
             by
             turns
             and
             bore
             them
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             Maidens
             ,
             if
             you
             please
             ,
          
           
             To
             save
             your
             pains
             ,
             I
             'll
             bear
             the
             Light
             before
             them
             .
          
           
             I
             'm
             us'd
             to
             labour
             and
             can
             do
             't
             with
             ease
          
           
             Though
             they
             should
             stay
             and
             sit
             up
             till
             to
             morrow
             .
          
           
             You
             may
             go
             up
             unto
             the
             Queen
             and
             there
          
           
             Sit
             and
             spin
             with
             her
             ,
             and
             divert
             her
             sorrow
             .
          
           
             At
             this
             the
             Wenches
             'gan
             to
             laugh
             and
             jeer
             .
          
           
             And
             one
             of
             them
             
               (
               Melantho
            
             )
             him
             revil'd
          
           
             With
             bitter
             words
             .
             Her
             Father
             Dolius
             hight
             .
          
           
             Penelope
             did
             treat
             her
             as
             her
             Child
          
           
             And
             in
             her
             company
             did
             take
             delight
             .
          
           
             But
             yet
             she
             could
             not
             put
             away
             her
             grief
             .
          
           
             The
             Wench
             was
             fair
             ,
             and
             too
             familiar
             was
          
           
             VVith
             Prince
             Eurymachus
             ,
             one
             of
             ●he
             chief
          
           
             Of
             all
             her
             Suiters
             .
             And
             this
             woman
             '
             t
             was
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             she
             said
             ,
             Sure
             (
             Stranger
             )
             thou
             art
             mad
          
           
             That
             wilt
             not
             here
             nor
             elsewhere
             go
             to
             bed
             .
          
           
             Is
             it
             because
             thou
             too
             much
             wine
             hast
             had
             ?
          
           
             Or
             is
             't
             a
             humour
             in
             thy
             nature
             bred
          
           
             To
             pra●…
             so
             boldly
             in
             such
             Company
             ?
          
           
             Thy
             Victory
             o're
             Irus
             may
             pe●haps
          
           
             Have
             made
             thee
             wild
             .
             A
             bet●e●
             man
             than
             he
          
           
             May
             chance
             to
             send
             thee
             hence
             with
             bloody
             chaps
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             looking
             ●ourly
             answered
             ,
          
           
             You
             b●tch
             ,
             T●l●●a●hus
             shall
             streight-way
             know
          
           
           
             These
             words
             .
             He
             'll
             cause
             thee
             to
             be
             tortured
             .
          
           
             They
             fearing
             he
             would
             do
             't
             ,
             away
             they
             go
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             ready
             stood
             to
             take
             in
             hand
          
           
             A
             Torch
             when
             bidden
             ;
             casting
             in
             his
             mind
          
           
             How
             he
             might
             safely
             carry
             on
             the
             grand
          
           
             Mischief
             against
             the
             Woo'rs
             he
             had
             design'd
             .
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             yet
             not
             suffer'd
             them
             to
             keep
          
           
             Themselves
             in
             any
             bounds
             of
             modesty
             ,
          
           
             But
             fix
             Ulysses
             anger
             yet
             more
             deep
             .
          
           
             Eurymachus
             then
             said
             to
             th'
             standers
             by
          
           
             To
             make
             them
             laugh
             ,
             Ulysses
             to
             disgrace
             ,
          
           
             Hear
             Sirs
             I
             pray
             ,
             what
             now
             comes
             in
             my
             thought
             .
          
           
             The
             man
             comes
             opportunely
             to
             this
             place
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             sure
             some
             God
             that
             him
             has
             hither
             brought
          
           
             To
             give
             us
             greater
             light
             .
             For
             from
             his
             head
          
           
             Methinks
             I
             see
             arise
             another
             flame
          
           
             Besides
             the
             flame
             the
             Torch
             gives
             ,
             and
             so
             spread
          
           
             Upon
             his
             bald
             pate
             doubled
             has
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Then
             says
             t'Ulysses
             ,
             Man
             wilt
             thou
             serve
             me
          
           
             To
             pluck
             up
             Thorns
             &
             Bry'rs
             ,
             and
             Trees
             to
             plant
             ?
          
           
             Thou
             shalt
             have
             meat
             enough
             ,
             and
             clothes
             ,
             and
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             shooes
             ,
             and
             whatsoever
             thou
             shalt
             want
             .
          
           
             But
             since
             thou
             hast
             been
             us'd
             to
             idleness
          
           
             I
             doubt
             thou
             ne'r
             wilt
             labour
             any
             more
             ,
          
           
             But
             rather
             feed
             thy
             carcass
             labourless
             ,
          
           
             And
             wandring
             choose
             to
             beg
             from
             door
             to
             door
             ▪
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             answer'd
             him
             agen
             :
          
           
             Eurymachus
             ,
             if
             we
             two
             were
             to
             try
          
           
             Our
             labour
             ,
             in
             alarge
             green
             meadow
             ,
             when
          
           
             The
             days
             are
             long
             ,
             the
             weather
             hot
             and
             dry
             ,
          
           
             With
             equal
             S●thes
             from
             morning
             unto
             night
             ;
          
           
             Or
             with
             two
             equal
             oxen
             fed
             and
             strong
          
           
             Were
             fasting
             put
             to
             plow
             to
             try
             our
             might
          
           
             Which
             of
             us
             labour
             could
             indure
             most
             long
             ;
          
           
             Or
             if
             an
             enemy
             to
             day
             should
             land
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             a
             helmet
             had
             sit
             for
             my
             head
             ,
          
           
             And
             Target
             ,
             and
             two
             fit
             spears
             for
             my
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Then
             you
             should
             see
             whether
             I
             sought
             or
             fled
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             reproach
             m'
             of
             sloth
             or
             poverty
             .
          
           
             You
             are
             too
             cruel
             ,
             and
             you
             do
             me
             wrong
          
           
           
             And
             think
             your self
             a
             man
             of
             might
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             Because
             they
             weaker
             are
             you
             live
             among
             .
          
           
             But
             should
             Ulysses
             come
             and
             find
             you
             here
          
           
             You
             'ld
             think
             the
             door
             (
             though
             it
             be
             very
             wide
             )
          
           
             As
             you
             are
             running
             out
             too
             narrow
             were
             .
          
           
             So
             glad
             you
             'ld
             be
             your
             heads
             to
             save
             or
             hide
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             E●rymachus
             with
             bended
             brow
             ,
          
           
             And
             furious
             eye
             ,
             answer'd
             ,
             Wretch
             that
             thou
             art
             ,
          
           
             And
             dar'st
             so
             saucily
             to
             prate
             .
             How
             now
             !
          
           
             'T
             will
             not
             be
             long
             before
             I
             make
             thee
             smart
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             it
             because
             thou
             too
             much
             Wine
             hast
             had
             ?
          
           
             Or
             is
             't
             thy
             nature
             always
             to
             be
             bold
             ?
          
           
             Or
             is
             't
             t'
             have
             beaten
             Irus
             makes
             thee
             mad
             ?
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             upon
             a
             Footstool
             he
             laid
             hold
             ,
          
           
             And
             threw
             it
             at
             him
             ,
             but
             it
             hit
             him
             not
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             sunk
             on
             's
             knees
             ,
             the
             stool
             flew
             o're
          
           
             His
             head
             ,
             and
             a
             Cup-bearer
             next
             him
             smot
          
           
             On
             the
             right
             hand
             ,
             and
             down
             he
             falls
             o'
             th'
             floor
             .
          
           
             Much
             the
             disorder
             then
             was
             in
             the
             room
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             unto
             another
             next
             him
             said
             ,
          
           
             I
             would
             this
             Beggar
             hither
             had
             not
             come
             ,
          
           
             But
             somewhere
             else
             before
             had
             perished
             .
          
           
             For
             what
             ado
             about
             a
             Beggar
             's
             here
             ?
          
           
             The
             pleasure
             of
             our
             Dinner
             all
             is
             lost
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             Can
             you
             not
             bear
          
           
             (
             Madmen
             )
             your
             wine
             and
             chear
             both
             boil'd
             &
             ●ost
             ?
          
           
             When
             fill'd
             ,
             why
             do
             you
             not
             go
             home
             and
             sleep
             ?
          
           
             Go
             when
             you
             will
             ,
             I
             drive
             you
             not
             away
             .
          
           
             ●he
             Suiters
             at
             this
             boldness
             bit
             the
             lip
             ,
          
           
             And
             thought
             it
             strange
             ,
             but
             yet
             did
             nothing
             say
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Amphin●mus
             ,
             Let
             's
             not
             fall
             out
          
           
             With
             any
             man
             for
             speaking
             truth
             ,
             nor
             be
          
           
             ●…ude
             and
             unkind
             .
             Cup-bearers
             ,
             bear
             about
          
           
             To
             every
             man
             the
             Cup
             of
             Charity
             .
          
           
             And
             so
             go
             each
             man
             home
             ,
             for
             now
             't
             is
             late
          
           
             (
             Leaving
             the
             Stranger
             with
             Telemachus
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Guest
             he
             is
             )
             and
             our selves
             recreate
          
           
             With
             gentle
             sleep
             each
             one
             in
             his
             own
             house
             .
          
           
             Then
             Meleus
             to
             each
             man
             presents
             a
             Cup
             ,
          
           
             Whereof
             unto
             the
             Gods
             they
             offer'd
             part
             .
          
           
           
             When
             this
             was
             done
             each
             one
             his
             wine
             drank
             up
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             unto
             their
             houses
             they
             depart
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           XIX
           .
        
         
           
             ULysses
             in
             the
             house
             remain'd
             ;
             and
             staid
          
           
             Contriving
             how
             the
             Suiters
             to
             destroy
             .
          
           
             And
             streightway
             to
             Telemachus
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             Carry
             the
             Armour
             in
             the
             Hall
             away
             .
          
           
             And
             tell
             them
             gently
             (
             if
             they
             ask
             wherefore
             )
          
           
             The
             fire
             has
             hurt
             them
             ,
             and
             they
             are
             not
             now
          
           
             Such
             as
             Ulysses
             left
             them
             heretofore
          
           
             When
             with
             the
             Greeks
             he
             did
             to
             Ilium
             go
             .
          
           
             Or
             say
             ,
             for
             fear
             some
             quarrel
             might
             arise
          
           
             By
             th'
             indiscretion
             of
             one
             or
             other
             ,
          
           
             You
             thought
             the
             counsel
             would
             not
             be
             unwise
          
           
             To
             take
             them
             thence
             .
             One
             drawn
             sword
             draws
             another
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             calls
             his
             Nurse
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Euryclea
             ,
             shut
             all
             the
             rooms
             up
             fast
             .
          
           
             Be
             sure
             to
             keep
             within
             door
             every
             Maid
             ,
          
           
             Till
             I
             my
             Fathers
             Arms
             have
             elsewhere
             plac't
             .
          
           
             The
             smoke
             does
             spoil
             them
             all
             .
             But
             I
             will
             now
          
           
             Free
             them
             from
             soot
             .
             I
             'm
             glad
             (
             said
             she
             )
             at
             last
          
           
             To
             see
             your
             husbandry
             .
             But
             I
             would
             know
          
           
             Who
             't
             is
             shall
             light
             you
             when
             the
             Maids
             are
             fast
             .
          
           
             My
             Guest
             (
             says
             he
             )
             this
             Stranger
             whom
             you
             see
             .
          
           
             For
             here
             he
             seeds
             ,
             and
             nothing
             has
             to
             do
             .
          
           
             How
             far
             soever
             hence
             his
             dwelling
             be
             ,
          
           
             I
             think
             't
             is
             reason
             he
             should
             help
             me
             too
             .
          
           
             The
             Nurse
             did
             what
             commanded
             she
             had
             been
             .
          
           
             They
             laid
             up
             Helmets
             ,
             Bucklers
             ,
             Swords
             &
             Spears
             ;
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             with
             a
             Lamp
             came
             in
             unseen
             ,
          
           
             And
             up
             and
             down
             the
             Light
             before
             them
             bears
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             (
             Father
             )
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             I
             see
          
           
             The
             walls
             ,
             beams
             ,
             roof
             ,
             and
             all
             the
             pillars
             shine
          
           
             Like
             any
             fire
             ,
             and
             certainly
             there
             be
          
           
             Within
             the
             house
             some
             of
             the
             Powers
             Divine
             .
          
           
             Peace
             (
             said
             Ulysses
             )
             be
             not
             curious
             ,
          
           
             The
             purpose
             of
             the
             Gods
             you
             cannot
             find
             .
          
           
             Go
             you
             to
             bed
             .
             I
             must
             go
             through
             the
             house
          
           
             To
             find
             the
             Womens
             and
             your
             Mothers
             mind
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             to
             his
             Chamber
             went
          
           
             In
             which
             before
             he
             wonted
             was
             to
             lie
             ,
          
           
             Leaving
             his
             Father
             in
             the
             house
             ,
             intent
          
           
             On
             how
             (
             with
             Pallas
             )
             to
             make
             th'Wooers
             die
             .
          
           
             Forth
             comes
             Penelope
             into
             the
             Hall
          
           
             More
             than
             Diana
             ,
             more
             than
             Venus
             fair
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Maids
             upon
             her
             were
             attending
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             set
             down
             for
             her
             a
             most
             stately
             Chair
          
           
             Made
             by
             I●malius
             of
             silver
             plate
             ,
          
           
             And
             Iv'ry
             turned
             ,
             white
             as
             any
             snow
             ,
          
           
             And
             Footstool
             thereto
             fix'd
             .
             And
             there
             in
             State
          
           
             Sat
             down
             the
             fair
             Penelope
             ,
             and
             now
          
           
             The
             Housmaids
             enter
             in
             and
             take
             away
          
           
             The
             Tables
             ,
             and
             the
             Bowls
             ,
             the
             Cups
             ,
             and
             Bread
          
           
             Which
             (
             th'Wooers
             gone
             )
             about
             the
             room
             still
             lay
             ;
          
           
             And
             having
             made
             a
             fire
             there
             ,
             went
             to
             bed
             .
          
           
             Melantho
             then
             Ulysses
             bitterly
          
           
             Rebuk'd
             again
             .
             Art
             thou
             here
             (
             said
             she
             )
             still
             ,
          
           
             To
             peep
             at
             th'Women
             in
             the
             night
             ,
             and
             spy
          
           
             What
             they
             are
             doing
             ?
             An
             't
             may
             be
             hast
             the
             will
          
           
             To
             sstay
             all
             night
             .
             Go
             quickly
             .
             Get
             thee
             gone
          
           
             Th'
             ast
             supt
             .
             Lest
             thou
             be
             driven
             out
             of
             door
          
           
             With
             brands
             of
             fire
             .
             To
             this
             new
             insolence
          
           
             Ulysses
             answer'd
             gentlier
             than
             before
             .
          
           
             Why
             d'
             ye
             pursue
             me
             thus
             ?
             Is
             it
             because
          
           
             I
             am
             not
             fine
             ,
             but
             have
             ill
             Rayment
             on
             ?
          
           
             The
             time
             has
             been
             I
             rich
             and
             wealthy
             was
             ,
          
           
             And
             Beggars
             I
             did
             much
             bestow
             upon
             .
          
           
             Not
             looking
             on
             the
             men
             ,
             but
             on
             their
             want
             .
          
           
             And
             many
             Servants
             had
             .
             Of
             that
             which
             makes
          
           
             Men
             called
             Rich
             ,
             I
             knew
             not
             any
             scant
             .
          
           
             But
             Jove
             not
             only
             Riches
             gives
             but
             takes
             .
          
           
           
             Think
             therefore
             that
             your
             Beauty
             will
             decay
             ,
          
           
             Or
             of
             your
             Mistress
             you
             may
             lose
             the
             grace
             ,
          
           
             Or
             that
             Ulysses
             may
             come
             back
             one
             day
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             he
             ne're
             return
             unto
             his
             place
             ,
          
           
             His
             Son
             Telemachus
             knows
             all
             you
             do
             ;
          
           
             Knows
             better
             now
             what
             's
             good
             ,
             and
             what
             is
             worse
             .
          
           
             Then
             be
             hereafter
             modester
             .
             Go
             to
             .
          
           
             Penelope
             o'reheard
             all
             this
             discourse
             .
          
           
             Bold
             Bitch
             (
             said
             she
             )
             I
             know
             what
             deeds
             you
             've
             done
             ,
          
           
             Which
             thou
             shalt
             one
             day
             pay
             for
             with
             thy
             head
             .
          
           
             Did
             not
             I
             tell
             thee
             when
             the
             Woo'rs
             were
             gone
          
           
             That
             I
             to
             speak
             with
             him
             had
             ordered
             ?
          
           
             Eurynome
             ,
             I
             've
             much
             to
             say
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             this
             man.
             Set
             here
             a
             Chair
             ,
             that
             so
          
           
             Sitting
             I
             may
             hear
             him
             ,
             and
             he
             hear
             me
             .
          
           
             For
             there
             are
             many
             things
             I
             'd
             from
             him
             know
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             sat
             .
             Penelope
             began
             .
          
           
             The
             Question
             I
             will
             ask
             you
             first
             is
             this
             .
          
           
             What
             is
             your
             name
             ,
             and
             who
             your
             Parents
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             further
             tell
             me
             where
             your
             Country
             is
             .
          
           
             When
             she
             had
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             thus
             replies
             ,
          
           
             O
             Queen
             ,
             through
             all
             the
             world
             your
             prayses
             ring
             .
          
           
             Your
             vertues
             known
             are
             up
             unto
             the
             Skies
             ,
          
           
             No
             less
             than
             of
             some
             great
             and
             happy
             King
             ,
          
           
             That
             maintains
             Justice
             ,
             and
             whose
             fertile
             ground
          
           
             Bea●s
             store
             of
             Wheat
             and
             Barly
             and
             whose
             Trees
          
           
             Are
             charg'd
             with
             fruit
             ,
             and
             all
             his
             sheep
             stand
             sound
             ,
          
           
             And
             under
             him
             a
             valiant
             people
             sees
             .
          
           
             And
             therefore
             ask
             me
             what
             you
             will
             beside
             .
          
           
             My
             K●●
             and
             Country
             to
             my self
             I
             'd
             keep
             .
          
           
             For
             then
             my
             grief
             I
             can
             no
             longer
             hide
             ,
          
           
             Or
             think
             thereon
             ,
             but
             ready
             am
             to
             weep
             .
          
           
             Which
             here
             would
             be
             no
             seemly
             thing
             to
             do
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             your
             Mads
             might
             peradventure
             think
             ,
          
           
             And
             you
             your self
             ,
             it
             may
             be
             think
             so
             too
             ,
          
           
             My
             tears
             came
             not
             from
             sorrow
             but
             from
             drink
             .
          
           
             Strarger
             (
             said
             she
             )
             my
             Beauty
             ,
             Form
             ,
             and
             Worth
          
           
             T●…Immortal
             Gods
             took
             from
             me
             then
             away
          
           
             When
             first
             Ulysses
             with
             the
             Gre●ks
             went
             forth
          
           
             To
             that
             abominable
             Town
             of
             Troy.
          
           
           
             But
             were
             he
             here
             ,
             that
             had
             the
             care
             of
             me
             ,
          
           
             I
             should
             more
             honour
             have
             ,
             and
             beauty
             so
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             I
             lead
             my
             live
             in
             misery
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             upon
             me
             troubles
             daily
             throw
             .
          
           
             For
             all
             the
             Lords
             that
             in
             these
             Islands
             be
             ,
          
           
             
               Same
               ,
               Dulichium
            
             ,
             and
             woody
             Zant
             ,
          
           
             And
             Ithaca
             it self
             ,
             Suiters
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             My
             house
             continually
             together
             haunt
             .
          
           
             And
             there
             devour
             my
             Cattle
             ,
             Corn
             and
             Wine
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             of
             Strangers
             I
             can
             take
             no
             care
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             can
             my self
             dispose
             of
             what
             is
             mine
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             Messengers
             receive
             that
             publike
             are
             .
          
           
             But
             longing
             for
             my
             Husband
             sit
             and
             pine
             .
          
           
             They
             press
             for
             Marri'ge
             ,
             I
             to
             put
             it
             by
             .
          
           
             Then
             came
             into
             my
             thought
             (
             some
             Power
             Divine
          
           
             Sure
             prompt
             me
             )
             to
             set
             up
             a
             Beam.
             So
             I
          
           
             A
             Beam
             set
             up
             ,
             and
             then
             began
             to
             weave
             .
          
           
             Suiters
             (
             said
             I
             )
             since
             dead
             Ulysses
             is
             ,
          
           
             Stay
             yet
             a
             little
             while
             and
             give
             me
             leave
          
           
             To
             make
             an
             end
             but
             of
             one
             business
             .
          
           
             I
             must
             for
             old
             Laertes
             make
             a
             Cloth
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             his
             Sepulchre
             he
             is
             to
             wear
             .
          
           
             Toffend
             the
             Wives
             of
             Greece
             I
             should
             be
             Ioath
             .
          
           
             For
             to
             accuse
             me
             they
             will
             not
             forbear
             .
          
           
             They
             'll
             say
             I
             very
             hasty
             was
             to
             wed
             ,
          
           
             If
             I
             go
             hence
             and
             not
             provide
             a
             shroud
          
           
             Wherein
             Laertes
             must
             be
             buried
             ,
          
           
             Out
             of
             his
             wealth
             .
             That
             might
             have
             been
             allow'd
             .
          
           
             My
             Suiters
             all
             were
             well
             content
             .
             And
             then
          
           
             All
             day
             I
             wove
             ;
             but
             ere
             I
             went
             to
             bed
             ,
          
           
             What
             I
             had
             wov'n
             I
             ravel'd
             out
             agen
             .
          
           
             Three
             years
             my
             Suiters
             I
             thus
             frustrated
             .
          
           
             In
             the
             fourth
             year
             my
             women
             me
             betrai'd
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             they
             came
             while
             I
             the
             Web
             undid
             .
          
           
             I
             could
             the
             wedding
             now
             no
             more
             avoid
             ,
          
           
             But
             I
             was
             rated
             by
             them
             much
             and
             chid
             .
          
           
             What
             I
             am
             next
             to
             do
             I
             cannot
             tell
             ;
          
           
             My
             Father
             and
             my
             Mother
             bid
             me
             marry
             ;
          
           
             My
             Son
             is
             weary
             ,
             and
             takes
             not
             very
             well
          
           
             That
             th'Woo'rs
             devouring
             him
             should
             longer
             ●arry
             .
          
           
           
             But
             for
             all
             this
             I
             long
             to
             know
             your
             Stock
             .
          
           
             For
             sure
             you
             come
             not
             of
             the
             ●abled
             Oak
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             are
             ,
             I
             think
             ,
             descended
             from
             a
             Rock
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             answering
             thus
             spoke
             :
          
           
             Wife
             of
             Ulysses
             ,
             since
             you
             so
             much
             press
          
           
             To
             know
             my
             Kindred
             and
             from
             whence
             I
             come
             ,
          
           
             Although
             the
             telling
             grieve
             me
             ,
             I
             'll
             confess
             ,
          
           
             For
             I
             have
             now
             long
             absent
             been
             from
             home
             .
          
           
             In
             the
             wide
             Sea
             a
             fertile
             Island
             lies
             ,
          
           
             Innumerable
             therein
             are
             the
             men
             ,
          
           
             Creta
             by
             name
             .
             Many
             diversities
          
           
             There
             are
             of
             Tongues
             ;
             and
             Cities
             nine
             times
             ten
             .
          
           
             There
             dwell
             Achaeans
             and
             Cydonians
             ,
          
           
             And
             antient
             true
             
               Creatans
               ,
               Tribachic●s
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             also
             D●richs
             and
             Pelasgians
             ,
          
           
             Who
             divers
             Dialects
             together
             mix
             .
          
           
             And
             Cnossus
             the
             prime
             City
             was
             of
             these
          
           
             Where
             Minos
             reigned
             ;
             the
             great
             Minos
             that
             ,
          
           
             Who
             often
             used
             with
             great
             Chronides
          
           
             Familiarly
             of
             old
             ●o
             sit
             and
             chat
             .
          
           
             Minos
             my
             Fathers
             Father
             was
             ,
             and
             he
          
           
             De●calion
             begot
             .
             Deucalion
          
           
             First
             got
             Idome●eus
             ,
             and
             then
             got
             me
             .
          
           
             He
             went
             to
             Troy.
             My
             name
             is
             Aitho●
             .
          
           
             There
             't
             was
             I
             saw
             Ulysses
             .
             He
             came
             in
          
           
             As
             he
             went
             homeward
             ,
             and
             with
             much
             ado
          
           
             T'Amphisus
             .
             For
             by
             winds
             he
             fore'd
             had
             ●een
          
           
             This
             place
             ,
             though
             no
             good
             Port
             ,
             to
             p●t
             into
             .
          
           
             Then
             streight
             went
             up
             ,
             Idomeneus
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             With
             whom
             he
             had
             acquaintance
             ,
             as
             he
             said
             .
          
           
             'T
             was
             ten
             days
             after
             that
             ,
             or
             more
             ,
             that
             he
          
           
             For
             Troy
             with
             th'
             other
             Greeks
             his
             Anchors
             wa●'d
             .
          
           
             I
             entertain'd
             him
             kindly
             with
             my
             own
             .
          
           
             Gave
             him
             a
             handsome
             Present
             too
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             I
             made
             him
             to
             be
             feasted
             by
             the
             Town
          
           
             Upon
             the
             Publike
             Charge
             himself
             and
             men
             .
          
           
             Twelve
             days
             the
             wind
             continued
             at
             North
             ,
          
           
             VVhich
             kept
             the
             Fleet
             perforce
             within
             the
             Bay.
          
           
             On
             the
             thirteenth
             th'wind
             changed
             ,
             and
             came
             South
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             they
             set
             up
             Sail
             and
             steer'd
             for
             Troy.
          
           
           
             'T
             was
             so
             like
             truth
             ,
             she
             wept
             .
             As
             when
             the
             Sun
          
           
             Dissolving
             is
             the
             Snow
             upon
             a
             Hill
             ,
          
           
             Innumerable
             s●reams
             of
             water
             run
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             low
             Rivers
             of
             the
             valley
             fill
             :
          
           
             So
             wept
             the
             for
             her
             Husband
             sitting
             by
             ;
          
           
             Who
             griev'd
             and
             piti'd
             her
             ,
             but
             never
             wept
             ;
          
           
             As
             hard
             as
             horn
             or
             iron
             was
             his
             eye
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             designe
             himself
             from
             tears
             he
             kept
             .
          
           
             After
             with
             weeping
             she
             was
             satisfi'd
             ,
          
           
             Stranger
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             I
             'll
             ask
             you
             somewhat
             now
          
           
             By
             which
             most
             certainly
             it
             will
             be
             tri'd
             ,
          
           
             If
             you
             my
             Has●and
             as
             you
             say
             did
             know
          
           
             O●
             en●ertain'd
             him
             ,
             and
             his
             company
             .
          
           
             What
             kind
             of
             person
             was
             he
             ,
             and
             how
             clad
             ?
          
           
             How
             serv'd
             ?
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             made
             reply
             .
          
           
             Though
             twenty
             year
             ago
             it
             be
             ,
             and
             bad
          
           
             My
             memory
             ;
             yet
             what
             I
             can
             recall
             ,
          
           
             I
             will
             relate
             .
             He
             wore
             a
             purple
             Vest
          
           
             Unshorn
             ,
             and
             lin'd
             .
             Before
             embroider'd
             all
             .
          
           
             Two
             clasps
             of
             Gold.
             And
             in
             it
             was
             exprest
          
           
             A
             Hound
             that
             did
             between
             his
             forefeet
             hold
          
           
             A
             Faun
             that
             sp●all'd
             and
             labour'd
             to
             get
             free
             .
          
           
             Which
             was
             so
             lively
             done
             ,
             and
             all
             in
             gold
          
           
             Performed
             was
             ,
             that
             wonder
             't
             was
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             His
             Coat
             (
             I
             markt
             )
             so
             soft
             it
             was
             and
             fine
          
           
             As
             is
             the
             fold
             of
             a
             dry
             Onion
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             the
             Sun
             ,
             did
             gloriously
             shine
          
           
             And
             women
             gaz'd
             upon
             him
             many
             a
             one
             .
          
           
             Such
             were
             his
             Garments
             ,
             but
             I
             know
             not
             whence
          
           
             He
             had
             them
             .
             You
             know
             better
             that
             than
             I
             ;
          
           
             Whether
             he
             so
             apparell'd
             went
             from
             hence
             ,
          
           
             Presented
             by
             some
             of
             his
             Company
             ,
          
           
             O●
             given
             to
             him
             somewhere
             by
             some
             Guest
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             was
             much
             beloved
             far
             and
             near
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             th'Achaears
             all
             esteem'd
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Greeks
             he
             harldly
             had
             his
             Peer
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             him
             gave
             ,
             a
             Purple
             double
             Vest
             ;
          
           
             A
             Sword
             and
             Coat
             edged
             with
             fringes
             trim
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             him
             to
             his
             ship
             .
             Amongst
             the
             rest
          
           
             A
             ●●rald
             was
             ;
             and
             I
             'll
             describe
             you
             him
             .
          
           
           
             Round
             shoulder'd
             was
             he
             ,
             curled
             was
             his
             hair
             ,
          
           
             Swarthy
             his
             face
             ,
             Eurybates
             his
             name
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             to
             him
             much
             respect
             did
             bear
             ,
          
           
             Because
             their
             thoughts
             for
             most
             part
             were
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             had
             done
             ,
             she
             could
             no
             longer
             hold
             ,
          
           
             But
             wept
             again
             ,
             and
             sorer
             than
             before
             ;
          
           
             For
             the
             found
             true
             the
             tokens
             he
             had
             told
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             this
             show'r
             of
             tears
             was
             passed
             o're
             ,
          
           
             Stranger
             (
             said
             she
             )
             I
             piti'd
             you
             before
             ;
          
           
             Now
             as
             a
             f●iend
             you
             shall
             respected
             be
             .
          
           
             'T
             was
             I
             gave
             him
             th'
             Apparel
             he
             then
             wore
          
           
             And
             the
             Gold
             Buckles
             ,
             to
             remember
             me
             ,
          
           
             But
             I
             shall
             never
             see
             him
             more
             at
             home
             ;
          
           
             In
             an
             unlucky
             hour
             he
             cross'd
             the
             Main
          
           
             To
             that
             accursed
             Town
             of
             Ilium
             .
          
           
             Then
             thus
             Ulysses
             answer'd
             her
             again
             :
          
           
             O
             Noble
             Wife
             of
             Laertiades
             ,
          
           
             Blemish
             no
             more
             those
             your
             fair
             eyes
             with
             tears
             ,
          
           
             For
             your
             Ulysses
             .
             Set
             your
             heart
             at
             ease
             .
          
           
             Not
             that
             your
             sorrow
             as
             a
             fault
             appears
             .
          
           
             What
             Woman
             that
             her
             Husband
             of
             her
             youth
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             whom
             Children
             she
             had
             born
             had
             lost
             ,
          
           
             Could
             choose
             but
             grieve
             and
             weep
             ,
             although
             in
             truth
          
           
             She
             could
             not
             of
             his
             Vertue
             greatly
             boast
             ?
          
           
             But
             that
             you
             would
             give
             ear
             to
             what
             I
             say
             .
          
           
             I
             say
             Ulysses
             is
             not
             far
             from
             home
             ;
          
           
             He
             's
             in
             Thesprotia
             hence
             a
             little
             way
          
           
             Alive
             ,
             enrich'd
             with
             Presents
             he
             is
             come
             .
          
           
             His
             ship
             and
             men
             all
             perisht
             in
             the
             Main
             ,
          
           
             Then
             when
             he
             left
             the
             Isle
             T●●inacie
             ,
          
           
             Because
             Sols
             Sacred
             Kine
             his
             men
             had
             slain
             ,
          
           
             Hurled
             they
             were
             by
             Jove
             into
             the
             Sea.
          
           
             Ulysses
             only
             scap'd
             ;
             for
             sitting
             fast
          
           
             Upon
             the
             torn-off
             Rudder
             by
             the
             Waves
             ,
          
           
             After
             much
             labour
             came
             to
             land
             at
             last
          
           
             In
             th'
             Isle
             Phaeacia
             .
             There
             his
             life
             he
             saves
             .
          
           
             Much
             honour
             there
             and
             precious
             gifts
             he
             got
             .
          
           
             They
             ready
             were
             to
             have
             convey'd
             him
             home
          
           
             Safely
             to
             Ithaca
             ,
             but
             he
             would
             not
             ;
          
           
             Else
             long
             ago
             he
             might
             have
             hither
             come
             .
          
           
           
             But
             he
             thought
             best
             to
             travel
             longer
             yet
             ,
          
           
             And
             pick
             up
             Presents
             which
             way
             e●e
             he
             went
             ,
          
           
             Before
             his
             going
             home
             much
             wealth
             to
             get
             .
          
           
             For
             at
             designing
             he
             was
             excellent
             .
          
           
             Phidon
             himself
             King
             of
             Thesprotia
          
           
             Swore
             to
             me
             this
             ;
             and
             that
             both
             Ship
             and
             men
             ▪
          
           
             VVere
             ready
             to
             convey
             him
             t'Ithaca
             ,
          
           
             His
             Country
             .
             But
             he
             could
             not
             stay
             till
             then
             .
          
           
             For
             now
             a
             Vessel
             ready
             to
             set
             forth
          
           
             Stood
             for
             Dulichium
             .
             But
             he
             she●'d
             me
             all
          
           
             Ulysses
             Treasure
             ,
             which
             might
             serve
             ,
             for
             worth
          
           
             Ten
             ages
             to
             maintain
             a
             man
             withal
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             (
             he
             said
             )
             was
             gone
             o're
             to
             the
             Main
             ,
          
           
             There
             at
             Do●ona
             with
             
             Jove's
             Oak
             t'
             advise
          
           
             How
             to
             return
             to
             Ithaca
             again
             ;
          
           
             As
             he
             was
             openly
             ,
             or
             in
             disguise
             .
          
           
             So
             then
             he
             's
             safe
             ;
             and
             soon
             he
             will
             be
             here
             .
          
           
             He
             cannot
             from
             his
             house
             be
             long
             away
             .
          
           
             And
             which
             is
             more
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             doubt
             to
             swear
             ,
          
           
             And
             witness
             call
             the
             Gods
             to
             what
             I
             say
             .
          
           
             Hear
             Jove
             ,
             of
             Gods
             the
             best
             ,
             and
             high'st
             ;
             and
             th●…
          
           
             The
             Guardian
             of
             the
             house
             that
             we
             are
             in
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             shall
             come
             to
             this
             place
             you
             know
             ,
          
           
             E're
             this
             month
             end
             ,
             or
             when
             the
             next
             comes
             in
             .
          
           
             Penelope
             than
             answer'd
             :
             Stranger
             ,
             Oh
          
           
             That
             this
             would
             so
             fall
             out
             ,
             you
             then
             should
             see
          
           
             Such
             friendship
             from
             me
             ,
             and
             such
             gifts
             also
             ,
          
           
             That
             men
             should
             bless
             ,
             and
             say
             you
             happy
             be
             .
          
           
             But
             ,
             Maids
             ,
             go
             wash
             his
             feet
             ,
             and
             make
             his
             bed
             ,
          
           
             Lay
             on
             warm
             Rugs
             and
             handsom
             covering
             ,
          
           
             His
             limbs
             to
             cherish
             till
             the
             day
             be
             spread
             .
          
           
             Then
             wash
             and
             '
             noint
             hi●…
             that
             my
             Son
             may
             bring
          
           
             And
             set
             him
             in
             the
             Hall
             at
             Dinner
             by
             him
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             that
             wrongs
             him
             shall
             not
             be
             allow'd
          
           
             To
             come
             into
             my
             house
             another
             time
             .
          
           
             How
             angry
             at
             it
             e're
             he
             be
             ,
             and
             proud
             .
          
           
             Stranger
             ,
             by
             this
             I
             mean
             to
             let
             you
             see
          
           
             I
             better
             know
             to
             entertain
             my
             Guest
          
           
             Than
             many
             women
             do
             ,
             though
             poor
             he
             be
             ,
          
           
             Far
             from
             his
             home
             ,
             and
             in
             vile
             Garments
             drest
             .
          
           
           
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             answer'd
             her
             again
             ,
          
           
             O
             Noble
             wife
             of
             Laertiades
             ,
          
           
             Since
             I
             left
             Crete
             ,
             on
             Shipboard
             I
             have
             lain
             .
          
           
             Soft
             and
             fine
             bedding
             give
             me
             little
             ease
             .
          
           
             Many
             a
             night
             have
             I
             past
             without
             sleep
             ,
          
           
             And
             often
             slept
             have
             on
             a
             homely
             Couch
             ,
          
           
             The
             custome
             I
             have
             so
             long
             kept
             I
             'll
             keep
             .
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             your
             Maidens
             my
             feet
             wash
             or
             touch
          
           
             Such
             as
             wait
             on
             you
             ,
             but
             if
             there
             be
             any
          
           
             Old
             woman
             here
             that
             hath
             endured
             much
             ,
          
           
             As
             I
             have
             done
             ,
             and
             years
             have
             lived
             many
             ,
          
           
             I
             am
             content
             my
             feet
             be
             wash'd
             by
             such
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Penelope
             ,
             Ne're
             man
             came
             here
          
           
             VVithin
             my
             house
             from
             forein
             Countrey
             yet
          
           
             So
             prudent
             as
             you
             are
             ,
             whose
             answers
             were
          
           
             To
             every
             thing
             so
             wise
             and
             so
             discreet
             .
          
           
             There
             is
             a
             woman
             such
             as
             you
             desire
             ,
          
           
             That
             nurst
             and
             brought
             up
             that
             afflicted
             man
             ,
          
           
             Though
             she
             be
             very
             weak
             ,
             she
             'll
             make
             a
             fire
             ,
          
           
             And
             wash
             your
             feet
             ,
             but
             nothing
             else
             do
             can
             .
          
           
             Rise
             Euryclea
             ,
             wash
             the
             feet
             of
             one
          
           
             That
             's
             like
             your
             Lord
             Such
             feet
             and
             hands
             were
             his
             ,
          
           
             VVoe
             makes
             men
             old
             as
             well
             as
             years
             that
             run
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             Penelope
             .
             And
             th'
             old
             woman
             rise
             .
          
           
             And
             weeping
             held
             her
             hand
             before
             her
             eyes
             .
          
           
             O
             my
             dear
             Child
             ,
             O
             Jupiter
             unkind
             !
          
           
             VVho
             more
             devout
             ,
             who
             burnt
             to
             him
             more
             thighs
             ,
          
           
             Or
             fatter
             ,
             or
             doth
             lesser
             favour
             find
             ?
          
           
             He
             prai'd
             to
             live
             so
             long
             that
             he
             might
             see
          
           
             Painless
             ,
             the
             education
             of
             his
             Child
          
           
             Telemachus
             ,
             but
             granted
             't
             will
             not
             be
             .
          
           
             He
             now
             perhaps
             is
             where
             he
             is
             revil'd
          
           
             And
             mockt
             by
             women
             in
             some
             great
             mans
             Hall
             ,
          
           
             As
             thou
             ,
             O
             Stranger
             ,
             hast
             been
             scorned
             here
             ,
          
           
             And
             wilt
             not
             suffer
             any
             of
             them
             all
          
           
             Either
             thy
             feet
             to
             wash
             or
             to
             come
             near
             .
          
           
             I
             'll
             wash
             your
             feet
             as
             I
             am
             bidden
             by
          
           
             Penelope
             ,
             and
             for
             your
             own
             sake
             too
             .
          
           
             It
             is
             not
             her
             command
             alone
             .
             There
             lie
          
           
             Thoughts
             on
             my
             heart
             that
             urge
             me
             thereunto
             .
          
           
           
             Poor
             Passengers
             come
             hither
             very
             many
             ,
          
           
             But
             one
             so
             like
             Ul●sses
             never
             came
             .
          
           
             For
             Person
             ,
             Voice
             ,
             and
             Feet
             I
             ne'r
             saw
             any
          
           
             Come
             to
             this
             house
             that
             had
             so
             near
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             answer'd
             ,
             Woman
             ,
             so
             they
             say
          
           
             All
             that
             have
             seen
             us
             both
             .
             It
             may
             be
             so
             .
          
           
             She
             with
             her
             Kettle
             bright
             then
             went
             her
             way
          
           
             For
             water
             wherewithal
             her
             work
             to
             do
             .
          
           
             Cold
             water
             she
             brings
             in
             ,
             and
             pours
             on
             't
             hot
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             sate
             by
             th'
             fire
             ,
             but
             turn'd
             that
             thigh
          
           
             That
             had
             the
             scar
             to
             th'dark
             ,
             that
             she
             might
             not
          
           
             Find
             it
             and
             force
             him
             ●'appear
             openly
             .
          
           
             She
             was
             not
             long
             about
             him
             when
             she
             spi'd
          
           
             The
             Scar
             a
             Bore
             had
             made
             above
             his
             knee
          
           
             When
             he
             was
             hunting
             on
             Parnassus
             side
             ,
          
           
             At
             's
             Grandsires
             in
             his
             Unkles
             Company
             .
          
           
             His
             Grandsire
             was
             Autolycus
             ,
             that
             was
          
           
             His
             Mothers
             Father
             nam'd
             Anticlia
             .
          
           
             He
             in
             Hermetique
             Arts
             did
             most
             surpass
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             his
             Daughter
             came
             to
             Ithaca
             ,
          
           
             That
             newly
             of
             a
             Son
             was
             brought
             to
             bed
             .
          
           
             Euryclea
             laid
             the
             Child
             upon
             his
             knee
             .
          
           
             Autolycus
             ,
             you
             are
             to
             give
             ,
             she
             said
             ,
          
           
             The
             Name
             .
             How
             shall
             it
             named
             be
             ?
          
           
             Then
             said
             Autolycus
             ,
             Since
             I
             of
             many
          
           
             Both
             men
             and
             women
             have
             incur'd
             the
             blame
             ,
          
           
             A
             fitter
             name
             I
             cannot
             think
             on
             any
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             I
             say
             ,
             Ulysses
             be
             his
             name
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             's
             grown
             a
             man
             send
             him
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             To
             Mount
             Parnassus
             ,
             whither
             if
             he
             come
             ,
          
           
             He
             shall
             of
             what
             I
             have
             ,
             partaker
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             me
             go
             not
             ill
             contented
             home
             .
          
           
             And
             this
             the
             cause
             was
             that
             he
             thither
             went.
          
           
             Autolycus
             and
             's
             Sons
             there
             take
             Ulysses
          
           
             By
             th'
             hand
             ,
             expressing
             very
             great
             content
             .
          
           
             Antithea
             his
             Grannam
             his
             head
             kisses
          
           
             And
             both
             his
             eyes
             .
             Autolycus
             appoints
          
           
             His
             Sons
             to
             have
             the
             Supper
             very
             good
             .
          
           
             A
             Bullock
             sat
             they
             kill
             ,
             flay
             ,
             cut
             in
             joynts
             ,
          
           
             Roast
             ,
             and
             in
             Mesies
             distribute
             the
             ●ood
             .
          
           
           
             And
             so
             they
             feasted
             till
             the
             day
             was
             done
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             't
             was
             dark
             parted
             and
             went
             to
             sleep
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             Aurora
             had
             proclaim'd
             the
             Sun
          
           
             Which
             ready
             was
             above
             the
             Hill
             to
             peep
             ,
          
           
             Then
             to
             Parnassus
             up
             the
             Hunters
             go
             ,
          
           
             The
             Hounds
             before
             went
             searching
             out
             the
             sent
             .
          
           
             Autolycus
             his
             sons
             were
             there
             also
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             with
             them
             ;
             next
             the
             Dogs
             he
             went.
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             hand
             shook
             a
             longshaded
             Spear
             .
          
           
             The
             Dogs
             drew
             tow'rd
             a
             wood
             .
             So
             close
             it
             was
          
           
             That
             neither
             rain
             nor
             wind
             e're
             entred
             there
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             yet
             the
             beams
             o'
             th'
             Sun
             could
             through
             it
             pass
             .
          
           
             And
             heaps
             of
             wither'd
             leaves
             there
             lay
             therein
             .
          
           
             Within
             this
             th●cket
             lay
             a
             mighty
             B●re
             .
          
           
             Only
             the
             noise
             of
             Hounds
             and
             men
             came
             in
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             were
             very
             near
             ,
             and
             not
             before
             .
          
           
             The
             Bore
             rusht
             cut
             ,
             and
             fire
             was
             in
             his
             eye
             ,
          
           
             ●…led
             his
             neck
             .
             Ulysses
             ready
             was
             .
          
           
             The
             Bore
             first
             wounded
             had
             Ulysses
             thigh
             .
          
           
             The
             Spear
             did
             through
             the
             Boars
             right
             shoulder
             pass
             .
          
           
             Slain
             was
             the
             Bore
             .
             And
             of
             Ulysses
             wound
          
           
             His
             Unkles
             to●k
             the
             care
             ,
             and
             skilfully
          
           
             They
             caus'd
             it
             to
             be
             closed
             up
             and
             bound
             ,
          
           
             And
             wi●h
             a
             Charm
             the
             blood
             stopt
             presently
             .
          
           
             His
             wound
             soon
             cured
             very
             glad
             they
             were
          
           
             And
             him
             with
             many
             Gifts
             send
             glad
             away
             .
          
           
             At
             home
             they
             ask
             ,
             and
             he
             relateth
             there
             .
          
           
             The
             Story
             of
             the
             hunting
             of
             that
             day
             .
          
           
             Euryclea
             on
             the
             wound
             had
             said
             her
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             well
             assured
             was
             't
             was
             none
             but
             he
             .
          
           
             Which
             made
             the
             water
             in
             her
             eyes
             to
             stand
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             her
             joy
             and
             grief
             one
             passion
             be
             .
          
           
             Her
             Speech
             stuck
             in
             her
             Throat
             ;
             her
             hand
             le
             ts
             fall
          
           
             Her
             Masters
             soot
             .
             That
             down
             the
             Kettle
             threw
             .
          
           
             The
             water
             runneth
             out
             about
             the
             Hall
             ;
          
           
             And
             knowing
             now
             what
             she
             but
             thought
             was
             true
             ,
          
           
             You
             are
             Ulysses
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             O
             my
             dear
             .
          
           
             And
             tow'rd
             Penelope
             she
             lookt
             aside
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             she
             meant
             to
             say
             ,
             Your
             Husband
             's
             here
             .
          
           
             But
             Pallas
             that
             did
             mean
             the
             truth
             to
             hide
          
           
           
             Still
             made
             the
             Queen
             to
             look
             another
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             he
             with
             one
             hand
             stopt
             the
             Nurses
             breath
             ,
          
           
             With
             th'
             other
             held
             her
             fast
             to
             make
             her
             stay
             .
          
           
             Why
             Nurse
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             mean
             you
             to
             be
             my
             death
             ?
          
           
             Since
             at
             your
             brest
             I
             nourished
             have
             been
             ,
          
           
             And
             none
             but
             you
             knows
             me
             in
             this
             disguise
             ;
          
           
             These
             twenty
             years
             I
             here
             was
             never
             seen
             .
          
           
             Let
             none
             else
             know
             it
             in
             the
             house
             .
             Be
             wise
             .
          
           
             For
             this
             I
             tell
             you
             ,
             and
             will
             make
             it
             true
             ,
          
           
             That
             of
             the
             women
             some
             I
             mean
             to
             slay
             .
          
           
             VVhen
             by
             my
             hand
             the
             Gods
             the
             Woo'rs
             subdue
             ,
          
           
             If
             you
             bewray
             me
             ,
             you
             shall
             fare
             as
             they
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Euryclea
             ,
             VVhat
             needeth
             this
             ?
          
           
             You
             know
             my
             heart
             can
             hold
             like
             stone
             or
             brass
             .
          
           
             And
             who
             is
             honest
             ,
             who
             dishonest
             is
          
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             ,
             if
             your
             purpose
             come
             to
             pass
             .
          
           
             No
             Nurse
             ,
             then
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             tell
             not
             me
             .
          
           
             You
             need
             not
             .
             I
             shall
             know
             them
             ev'ry
             one
             .
          
           
             Permit
             all
             to
             the
             Gods
             ,
             and
             silent
             be
             .
          
           
             For
             they
             best
             know
             what
             best
             is
             to
             be
             done
             .
          
           
             Then
             out
             she
             went
             more
             water
             to
             fetch
             in
             ,
          
           
             The
             first
             being
             spilt
             .
             He
             washt
             and
             'nointed
             was
             .
          
           
             And
             covered
             the
             place
             where
             th'wound
             had
             been
             .
          
           
             And
             nearer
             to
             the
             fire
             his
             Chair
             he
             draws
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             them
             came
             Penelope
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Stranger
             ,
             I
             'll
             ask
             you
             but
             a
             little
             more
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             almost
             bed-time
             ,
             and
             when
             we
             are
             laid
             ,
          
           
             Our
             grief
             in
             gentle
             sleep
             is
             passed
             o're
             .
          
           
             But
             all
             the
             day
             my
             tears
             are
             my
             delight
             ,
          
           
             Or
             of
             my
             womens
             work
             the
             care
             I
             take
             .
          
           
             And
             after
             I
             am
             gone
             to
             bed
             at
             night
          
           
             A
             thousand
             dismal
             thoughts
             keep
             me
             awake
             .
          
           
             As
             Philomela
             sitting
             in
             a
             tree
          
           
             Mourns
             with
             a
             lamentable
             voice
             and
             shrill
          
           
             For
             Itylus
             ,
             and
             turneth
             restlesly
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             Zethus
             Son
             did
             by
             misfortune
             kill
             :
          
           
             Just
             so
             my
             mind
             divided
             is
             in
             twain
             ;
          
           
             Whether
             to
             keep
             my
             Servants
             with
             my
             Son
             ,
          
           
             And
             my
             dear
             Husbands
             bed
             ,
             and
             here
             remain
             ,
          
           
             Or
             marry
             one
             o'
             th'
             Suiters
             ,
             and
             be
             gone
             .
          
           
           
             To
             marry
             and
             be
             gone
             I
             could
             not
             yet
             ,
          
           
             My
             Son
             too
             young
             was
             yet
             to
             rule
             th'
             estate
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             grown
             up
             ,
             it
             makes
             him
             vex
             and
             fret
          
           
             To
             see
             them
             daily
             feast
             within
             his
             Gate
             .
          
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             now
             a
             dream
             ;
             expound
             it
             you
             .
          
           
             I
             've
             twenty
             Geese
             feeding
             i'
             th'
             yard
             without
             .
          
           
             A
             mighty
             Eagle
             from
             the
             Hills
             down
             flew
             ,
          
           
             And
             brake
             their
             necks
             ;
             dead
             they
             lay
             all
             about
             .
          
           
             The
             Eagle
             straightway
             mounted
             out
             of
             sight
             .
          
           
             I
             dreaming
             wept
             .
             To
             see
             them
             at
             the
             trough
             ,
          
           
             Feeding
             on
             steeped
             wheat
             ,
             I
             took
             delight
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             bemoan
             me
             Ladies
             came
             enough
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             methought
             the
             Eagle
             came
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             a
             Beam
             which
             through
             the
             wall
             did
             start
          
           
             He
             sat
             ,
             and
             said
             in
             humane
             Language
             plain
             ,
          
           
             Child
             of
             Icarius
             trouble
             not
             your
             heart
             .
          
           
             The
             thing
             you
             see
             is
             real
             ,
             not
             a
             dream
             .
          
           
             The
             Geese
             the
             Wooers
             ,
             I
             the
             Eagle
             was
             ,
          
           
             And
             now
             return'd
             and
             sitting
             on
             the
             Beam
             ,
          
           
             I
             am
             your
             Husband
             ,
             and
             will
             bring
             to
             pass
          
           
             The
             death
             of
             all
             your
             Suiters
             .
             Then
             wak'd
             I
             ,
          
           
             And
             went
             into
             the
             Court
             my
             Geese
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             found
             them
             all
             there
             feeding
             heartily
             ,
          
           
             Unhurt
             ,
             and
             well
             as
             they
             were
             wont
             to
             be
             .
          
           
             Woman
             ,
             then
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             no
             man
             can
          
           
             Expound
             this
             Dream
             but
             as
             himself
             has
             done
             ,
          
           
             That
             says
             and
             does
             .
             Ulysses
             is
             the
             man.
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             will
             be
             killed
             every
             one
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Penelope
             ,
             Dreams
             are
             without
          
           
             Such
             order
             as
             to
             make
             a
             Judgment
             by
             ;
          
           
             And
             at
             two
             Gates
             ,
             men
             say
             ,
             they
             issue
             out
             ,
          
           
             The
             one
             of
             Horn
             ,
             th'
             other
             of
             Ivory
             .
          
           
             Th●se
             that
             pass
             through
             the
             Horn
             ,
             to
             men
             of
             skill
             ,
          
           
             Never
             say
             any
             thing
             but
             what
             is
             sooth
             ;
          
           
             But
             find
             a
             word
             of
             truth
             you
             never
             will
          
           
             In
             those
             that
             come
             through
             th'
             Elephantine
             tooth
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             much
             fear
             that
             my
             Dream
             came
             this
             way
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             have
             promised
             to
             quit
             this
             place
             ,
          
           
             And
             come
             already
             is
             th'
             unlucky
             day
          
           
             That
             must
             determine
             who
             shall
             gain
             my
             grace
             .
          
           
           
             Twelve
             Axes
             here
             Ulysses
             set
             a
             row
          
           
             Like
             twelve
             Boats
             laid
             along
             upon
             their
             sides
             ▪
          
           
             And
             at
             a
             distance
             standing
             with
             his
             Bowe
             ,
          
           
             Through
             ev'ry
             one
             of
             them
             his
             arrow
             glides
             .
          
           
             And
             this
             shall
             to
             my
             Suiters
             be
             the
             Prize
             .
          
           
             He
             that
             most
             easily
             shall
             bend
             the
             Bowe
             ,
          
           
             And
             through
             the
             Axes
             all
             his
             Arrow
             flies
             ,
          
           
             Leaving
             this
             blessed
             house
             with
             him
             I
             'll
             go
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             Let
             the
             Suiters
             try
          
           
             If
             they
             can
             bend
             the
             Bowe
             ,
             and
             thorow
             shoot
          
           
             Through
             th'Axes
             if
             they
             can
             ,
             for
             sure
             am
             I
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             will
             be
             here
             before
             they
             do
             't
             .
          
           
             Stranger
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             whilst
             you
             discourse
             ,
             my
             eyes
          
           
             To
             sleep
             will
             never
             be
             enclin'd
             .
             But
             since
          
           
             The
             force
             of
             Nature
             on
             all
             Mortals
             lies
             ,
          
           
             I
             up
             into
             my
             Chamber
             will
             go
             hence
             ,
          
           
             There
             is
             my
             Bed
             ,
             washt
             nightly
             with
             my
             tears
          
           
             Since
             first
             Ulysses
             went
             to
             cursed
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             Wailing
             my
             Husbands
             absence
             wak'd
             with
             fears
             ;
          
           
             And
             yours
             in
             what
             part
             of
             the
             house
             you
             'll
             say
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             unto
             her
             Chamber
             up
             she
             went
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             her
             all
             her
             Maids
             .
             And
             there
             she
             lies
             .
          
           
             And
             for
             her
             Husband
             did
             afresh
             lament
             ,
          
           
             Till
             Pallas
             threw
             a
             sweet
             sleep
             on
             her
             eyes
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           XX.
           
        
         
           
             ULysses
             in
             the
             Court
             lay
             out
             adoors
          
           
             On
             a
             Cow
             hide
             ;
             and
             on
             him
             skins
             of
             sheep
          
           
             New
             kill'd
             and
             s●crificed
             by
             the
             Woo●rs
             .
          
           
             There
             lay
             he
             ,
             but
             he
             could
             not
             fall
             asleep
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             a
             Rug
             laid
             on
             him
             too
             .
          
           
             Out
             came
             the
             Maids
             that
             wont
             were
             to
             commit
          
           
           
             With
             the
             proud
             Wooers
             gigling
             and
             laughing
             so
             ,
          
           
             And
             pleasing
             one
             another
             with
             their
             wit
             ,
          
           
             As
             made
             Ulysses
             in
             his
             mind
             to
             cast
          
           
             Whether
             to
             start
             up
             quick
             and
             kill
             them
             all
             ,
          
           
             Or
             let
             them
             now
             go
             on
             and
             take
             their
             last
          
           
             Farewel
             of
             those
             they
             had
             to
             do
             withal
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             a
             Bitch
             stands
             by
             her
             Whelps
             and
             spies
          
           
             A
             Stranger
             coming
             near
             will
             bark
             and
             grin
             ;
          
           
             So
             at
             this
             sight
             of
             their
             debaucheries
          
           
             Ulysses
             heart
             provoked
             barkt
             within
             .
          
           
             Hold
             heart
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             when
             Cyelops
             eat
             my
             men
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             didst
             endure
             till
             counsel
             set
             thee
             free
             ;
          
           
             The
             danger
             now
             is
             less
             .
             Hold
             out
             agen
             .
          
           
             And
             so
             it
             did
             ,
             though
             he
             lay
             restlesly
             .
          
           
             As
             one
             that
             has
             raw
             flesh
             upon
             the
             fire
             ,
          
           
             And
             hungry
             is
             ,
             is
             ever
             turning
             it
             ;
          
           
             So
             turneth
             he
             himself
             with
             great
             desire
          
           
             'Gainst
             th'Wooers
             to
             devise
             some
             mischief
             fit
             .
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             came
             and
             standing
             at
             his
             head
          
           
             In
             Womans
             shape
             ,
             O
             wretched
             man
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
          
           
             What
             makes
             you
             toss
             and
             turn
             so
             in
             your
             bed
             ?
          
           
             The
             house
             is
             yours
             ,
             your
             Wife
             and
             Son
             here
             be
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             I
             was
             casting
             how
          
           
             I
             might
             alone
             these
             Suiters
             insolent
             ,
          
           
             That
             always
             here
             are
             many
             ,
             overthrow
             ;
          
           
             And
             if
             I
             kill
             them
             ,
             then
             again
             invent
          
           
             How
             to
             escape
             and
             save
             my self
             by
             flight
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             the
             Goddess
             answered
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Another
             man
             would
             trust
             a
             meaner
             wight
             ,
          
           
             Though
             mortal
             ,
             and
             rely
             upon
             his
             aid
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             a
             God
             immortal
             am
             ,
             and
             say
             ,
          
           
             Though
             fifty
             Bands
             of
             men
             should
             us
             oppose
             ,
          
           
             You
             should
             their
             Herds
             of
             Cattle
             drive
             away
             .
          
           
             Enjoy
             securely
             therefore
             your
             repose
             .
          
           
             A
             torment
             't
             is
             to
             watch
             all
             night
             ,
             to
             one
          
           
             That
             is
             already
             drencht
             in
             misery
             .
          
           
             Sleep
             then
             .
             This
             said
             ,
             sweet
             sleep
             she
             threw
             upon
          
           
             His
             eyes
             ,
             and
             from
             him
             mounted
             to
             the
             Sky
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             Penelope
             awak'd
             and
             sat
          
           
             On
             her
             bed
             weeping
             ▪
             Having
             wept
             her
             fill
             ,
          
           
           
             She
             to
             Diana
             pray'd
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
             O
             that
          
           
             You
             would
             now
             shoot
             your
             Arrow
             and
             me
             kill
             ,
          
           
             Or
             that
             some
             great
             wind
             me
             away
             might
             bear
             ,
          
           
             And
             o're
             a
             Rock
             throw
             me
             into
             the
             Main
             ,
          
           
             Ne'r
             to
             be
             heard
             of
             ,
             or
             as
             th'
             Daughters
             were
          
           
             Of
             Pandareus
             ,
             whose
             Parents
             both
             were
             slain
          
           
             By
             th'
             Gods.
             But
             Venus
             th'
             Orphans
             nourished
             .
          
           
             With
             Butter
             ,
             and
             with
             Hony
             ,
             and
             with
             Wine
             .
          
           
             Jun●
             with
             form
             and
             wit
             them
             furnished
             .
          
           
             Diana
             gave
             them
             stature
             .
             Artifice
             Divine
          
           
             Pallas
             them
             taught
             .
             Then
             Venus
             went
             to
             Jove
          
           
             To
             get
             them
             Husbands
             ;
             for
             best
             knoweth
             he
          
           
             The
             Issue
             of
             Conjunctions
             in
             Love
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             for
             better
             or
             for
             worse
             they
             be
             ,
          
           
             While
             Venus
             absent
             was
             on
             that
             affair
             ,
          
           
             By
             Harpies
             foul
             away
             they
             carried
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             giv'n
             for
             slaves
             to
             th'Furies
             in
             the
             Air.
          
           
             Oh
             that
             the
             Gods
             would
             so
             dispose
             of
             me
             ;
          
           
             Or
             else
             Diana
             send
             me
             under
             ground
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             may
             with
             Ulysses
             be
             ,
             and
             not
          
           
             To
             please
             another
             meaner
             man
             be
             bound
             .
          
           
             Grief
             all
             day
             long
             is
             but
             a
             woful
             Lot
             ,
          
           
             And
             sleep
             is
             some
             amends
             .
             But
             unto
             me
          
           
             It
             evil
             Dreams
             along
             with
             it
             doth
             bring
             .
          
           
             This
             night
             my
             Husband
             seem'd
             i'
             th'
             bed
             to
             be
             ;
          
           
             No
             Dream
             I
             thought
             it
             ,
             but
             a
             real
             thing
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Morning
             fringed
             had
             the
             Sky
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             musing
             lay
             upon
             his
             bed
          
           
             With
             closed
             eyes
             ,
             and
             thought
             she
             certainly
          
           
             Knew
             who
             he
             was
             ,
             and
             stood
             at
             his
             beds
             head
             .
          
           
             Then
             rose
             he
             ,
             and
             his
             sheep
             ▪
             skins
             bare
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             Rug
             into
             the
             house
             ,
             but
             the
             Cow-hide
          
           
             He
             carri'd
             out
             ,
             and
             then
             to
             Jove
             did
             pray
             :
          
           
             Hear
             Jupiter
             ,
             with
             lifted
             hands
             he
             cri'd
             .
          
           
             O
             Jove
             and
             Gods
             ,
             if
             by
             your
             will
             Divine
             ,
          
           
             Tost
             both
             at
             Sea
             and
             Land
             ,
             I
             hither
             came
             ;
          
           
             By
             fatal
             word
             within
             ,
             without
             by
             Signe
             ,
          
           
             To
             me
             now
             presently
             confirm
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Jove
             heard
             his
             Pray'r
             ,
             and
             straight
             it
             thundered
             .
          
           
             This
             made
             Ulysses
             glad
             .
             Then
             spake
             a
             Maid
          
           
           
             The
             fatal
             word
             .
             Twelve
             Maids
             to
             furnish
             bread
          
           
             Were
             ●o
             grind
             wheat
             continually
             imploy'd
             .
          
           
             Eleven
             their
             work
             had
             done
             and
             went
             to
             bed
             .
          
           
             The
             weakest
             still
             staid
             grinding
             ,
             and
             thus
             prai'd
             :
          
           
             Jove
             who
             without
             a
             Cloud
             hast
             thundered
             ,
          
           
             Grant
             me
             poor
             Maid
             my
             wish
             ,
             and
             then
             she
             said
             ,
          
           
             O
             Jove
             that
             Fa●her
             art
             of
             Gods
             and
             Men
             ,
          
           
             Let
             never
             more
             these
             wicked
             Suiters
             tast
          
           
             Meat
             in
             this
             house
             ,
             nor
             ever
             come
             agen
          
           
             That
             pain
             me
             thus
             .
             This
             Supper
             be
             their
             last
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             with
             this
             word
             ,
             and
             with
             the
             Thunder
          
           
             Well
             pleased
             was
             ,
             and
             thought
             assuredly
             .
          
           
             With
             Pallas
             help
             the
             Suiters
             to
             bring
             under
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             though
             they
             were
             to
             make
             them
             die
             .
          
           
             Then
             th'
             other
             Maids
             came
             in
             and
             made
             a
             fire
          
           
             Within
             the
             Hall.
             And
             then
             too
             from
             his
             bed
          
           
             Telemachus
             rose
             ,
             puts
             on
             his
             attire
             ,
          
           
             And
             Sword
             and
             shooes
             .
             His
             Spear
             with
             brazen
             head
          
           
             He
             took
             into
             his
             ha●d
             ,
             and
             stood
             i'
             th'
             door
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Nurse
             Euryclea
             he
             spake
             :
          
           
             What
             meat
             ,
             what
             lodging
             had
             this
             Stranger
             poor
             ?
          
           
             Or
             was
             there
             nonè
             that
             care
             of
             him
             did
             take
             ?
          
           
             My
             Mothers
             nature
             (
             wise
             as
             she
             is
             )
             is
             such
          
           
             H●ghly
             to
             honour
             men
             of
             less
             desert
             ;
          
           
             But
             for
             this
             Stranger
             perhaps
             cares
             not
             much
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Euryclea
             ,
             She
             has
             done
             her
             part
             ;
          
           
             Wine
             he
             has
             had
             as
             much
             as
             he
             thought
             fit
             .
          
           
             She
             askt
             him
             if
             he
             had
             a
             mind
             to
             eat
             .
          
           
             He
             answer'd
             ,
             that
             he
             had
             no
             appetite
          
           
             To
             bread
             at
             present
             ,
             nor
             to
             any
             meat
             .
          
           
             She
             bad
             her
             Maids
             set
             up
             a
             standing
             bed
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             ,
             as
             one
             in
             love
             with
             misery
             ,
          
           
             Would
             none
             of
             that
             ,
             nor
             bed
             ,
             nor
             coverled
             ,
          
           
             But
             on
             the
             ground
             resolved
             was
             to
             lie
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             his
             Scrip
             the
             Bolster
             for
             his
             head
             ;
          
           
             And
             for
             a
             Bed
             to
             take
             a
             raw
             Cow-hide
             ,
          
           
             And
             sheepskins
             with
             the
             wool
             for
             coverled
          
           
             Without
             the
             door
             ;
             and
             we
             the
             Rug
             appli'd
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Telemachus
             with
             Spear
             in
             hand
          
           
             To
             Council
             goes
             ,
             and
             his
             Dogs
             follow'd
             him
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             Euryclea
             gives
             the
             Maids
             command
          
           
             The
             rooms
             of
             th'
             House
             to
             dress
             up
             and
             make
             trim
             .
          
           
             Rise
             Maids
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             sprinkle
             and
             sweep
             the
             Hall
             ,
          
           
             Lay
             Cushions
             on
             the
             Chairs
             ,
             with
             Sponges
             make
          
           
             The
             Tables
             clean
             ,
             the
             Temp'rer
             and
             Cups
             all
             ;
          
           
             And
             see
             of
             water
             that
             there
             be
             no
             lack
             .
          
           
             Go
             to
             the
             Spring
             ,
             and
             fetch
             fair
             water
             thence
          
           
             Quickly
             .
             You
             know
             to
             day
             is
             Holiday
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             will
             not
             now
             be
             long
             from
             hence
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             the
             Nurse
             .
             The
             women
             her
             obey
             .
          
           
             For
             water
             to
             the
             fountain
             went
             twice
             ten
             .
          
           
             The
             rest
             did
             diligently
             work
             within
             .
             〈◊〉
          
           
             The
             Maids
             that
             went
             for
             water
             came
             agen
             ;
          
           
             And
             the
             proud
             Woo'rs
             by
             that
             time
             were
             come
             in
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             came
             in
             the
             Master
             of
             the
             Swine
          
           
             Eumaeus
             ,
             three
             Swine
             frankt
             and
             fat
             he
             brought
             ,
          
           
             There
             to
             be
             ready
             'gainst
             the
             Suiters
             dine
             .
          
           
             In
             all
             his
             Swine-sties
             better
             there
             were
             not
             .
          
           
             And
             he
             unto
             Ulysses
             kindly
             spake
             :
          
           
             Stranger
             how
             fare
             you
             'mongst
             the
             Wooers
             here
             ?
          
           
             Do
             they
             more
             pity
             now
             upon
             you
             take
          
           
             Than
             formerly
             ;
             or
             still
             deride
             you
             there
             ?
          
           
             O
             ,
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             that
             the
             Gods
             would
             give
          
           
             These
             men
             what
             to
             their
             insolence
             is
             due
             ,
          
           
             Who
             in
             a
             house
             not
             theirs
             so
             lewdly
             live
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             no
             modesty
             at
             all
             they
             knew
             .
          
           
             Then
             came
             Melanthus
             from
             a
             place
             hard
             by
             .
          
           
             He
             had
             the
             charge
             o'
             th'
             Goats
             ,
             &
             brought
             the
             best
             .
          
           
             And
             spake
             unto
             Ulysses
             spightfully
             :
          
           
             Art
             thou
             here
             still
             to
             beg
             ,
             and
             to
             molest
          
           
             The
             Company
             ?
             D'
             ye
             mean
             before
             you
             go
          
           
             To
             taste
             my
             fingers
             ?
             Is
             there
             no
             good
             chear
          
           
             In
             other
             places
             'mongst
             the
             Greeks
             ,
             and
             so
          
           
             You
             mean
             to
             dwell
             continually
             here
             ?
          
           
             Then
             came
             a
             third
             ,
             that
             charge
             had
             of
             the
             Kine
             ,
          
           
             Philoetius
             by
             name
             ,
             with
             him
             he
             brought
          
           
             A
             Heiser
             and
             more
             G●ats
             ,
             on
             which
             to
             dine
             ,
          
           
             Over
             the
             water
             ,
             in
             the
             Ferry-boat
             .
          
           
             Philoetius
             askt
             Eumaeus
             in
             his
             〈◊〉
          
           
             Who
             's
             this
             ,
             that
             's
             ●●w
             come
             ●●ther
             ,
             &
             from
             whence
             ,
          
           
           
             What
             Countryman
             ,
             and
             what
             his
             Parents
             were
             ?
          
           
             For
             ,
             for
             his
             person
             he
             may
             be
             a
             Prince
             .
          
           
             God
             can
             make
             Princes
             go
             from
             Land
             to
             Land
          
           
             And
             beg
             ,
             when
             he
             will
             give
             them
             misery
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             took
             Ulysses
             by
             the
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             spake
             unto
             him
             kind
             and
             lovingly
             :
          
           
             Father
             ,
             I
             wish
             you
             as
             much
             happiness
          
           
             As
             ever
             you
             enjoy'd
             before
             .
             But
             now
             ,
          
           
             I
             see
             you
             are
             in
             very
             great
             distress
             .
          
           
             O
             Jove
             !
             What
             God
             so
             cruel
             is
             as
             thou
             ?
          
           
             Though
             born
             thou
             wert
             ,
             yet
             pitiest
             not
             to
             see
          
           
             The
             torments
             of
             mankind
             .
             To
             think
             upon
          
           
             Ulysses
             makes
             me
             weep
             .
             It
             may
             be
             he
          
           
             Thus
             begs
             somewhere
             ,
             with
             such
             apparel
             on
             ,
          
           
             Or
             else
             he
             's
             dead
             .
             O
             then
             I
             am
             undone
             .
          
           
             He
             set
             me
             o're
             his
             Herds
             when
             but
             a
             Boy
             ;
          
           
             But
             infinite
             they
             're
             grown
             since
             he
             is
             gone
             ,
          
           
             Or
             man
             would
             quickly
             all
             Cow
             kind
             destroy
             .
          
           
             But
             mine
             the
             Suiters
             force
             me
             to
             bring
             in
          
           
             For
             them
             to
             eat
             ,
             and
             ne're
             regard
             his
             Son.
          
           
             The
             Goods
             to
             share
             already
             they
             begin
          
           
             Of
             th'
             owner
             ,
             that
             so
             long
             now
             has
             been
             gone
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             devising
             was
             what
             I
             should
             do
             ,
          
           
             To
             take
             my
             Ca●tle
             with
             me
             and
             be
             gone
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             or
             other
             Prince
             to
             give
             them
             to
             .
          
           
             But
             that
             I
             thought
             would
             be
             unjustly
             done
             ,
          
           
             For
             they
             Telemachus
             his
             Cattle
             were
             .
          
           
             Again
             ,
             I
             thought
             it
             labour
             very
             sour
          
           
             To
             stay
             and
             keep
             my
             Masters
             Cattle
             here
          
           
             For
             others
             in
             his
             absence
             to
             devour
             .
          
           
             So
             here
             abide
             I
             ,
             and
             my self
             I
             flatter
          
           
             With
             hope
             to
             see
             Ulysses
             one
             day
             come
          
           
             Back
             to
             his
             house
             ,
             and
             the
             proud
             Suiters
             scatter
             .
          
           
             Thus
             laid
             the
             Ma●●er
             of
             the
             Kine
             .
             To
             whom
          
           
             Ulyss●s
             said
             ,
             Honest
             you
             seem
             and
             wise
             .
          
           
             I
             therefore
             will
             a
             secret
             to
             you
             swear
          
           
             By
             〈◊〉
             on
             high
             you
             shall
             see
             with
             your
             eyes
          
           
             Ulysses
             (
             〈◊〉
             you
             wish
             to
             see
             him
             )
             here
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             these
             domineering
             Suiters
             slay
             .
          
           
             Then
             ,
             O
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             that
             Jove
             would
             have
             it
             so
             .
          
           
           
             For
             I
             should
             let
             you
             see
             in
             such
             a
             fray
          
           
             Quickly
             how
             much
             these
             hands
             of
             mine
             can
             do
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             also
             did
             like
             Prayer
             make
          
           
             To
             see
             Ulysses
             there
             .
             So
             ended
             they
             .
          
           
             While
             they
             discours'd
             ,
             the
             Suiters
             counsel
             take
          
           
             How
             they
             might
             make
             Telemachus
             away
             .
          
           
             Then
             o're
             their
             heads
             an
             Eagle
             flew
             on
             high
          
           
             Sinister
             ,
             with
             a
             fearful
             Dove
             in
             's
             foot
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Amphinomus
             ,
             Let
             's
             lay
             this
             by
             ,
          
           
             And
             think
             of
             Supper
             ,
             for
             we
             cannot
             do
             't
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             all
             approv'd
             of
             what
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             they
             went
             ,
             and
             there
             on
             Bench
             and
             Se●
          
           
             Within
             Ulysses
             house
             their
             Coats
             they
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             set
             themselves
             to
             kill
             and
             dress
             their
             meat
             .
          
           
             Then
             from
             the
             Herd
             they
             sacrific'd
             a
             Cow
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             well-grown
             sheep
             ,
             and
             goats
             well
             fed
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             a
             very
             fat
             and
             pamper'd
             Sow
          
           
             Th'
             entrails
             they
             rosted
             and
             distributed
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             gave
             out
             Cups
             ,
             Philoetius
             bread
             ,
          
           
             Melanthus
             from
             the
             Temp'rer
             fill'd
             out
             wine
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             on
             the
             meat
             before
             them
             fed
          
           
             With
             Stomachs
             good
             ,
             and
             drank
             the
             blood
             o'
             th'
             Vine
             .
          
           
             
               Telemachus
               Ulysses
            
             in
             the
             Hall
          
           
             Hard
             by
             the
             threshold
             sets
             ,
             and
             there
             he
             sat
          
           
             On
             an
             ill-favour'd
             stool
             at
             Table
             small
             ,
          
           
             And
             gave
             him
             his
             just
             share
             of
             th'
             entrails
             fat
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             him
             fill'd
             a
             great
             gold
             Cup
             with
             wine
             .
          
           
             Sit
             here
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             and
             fare
             like
             other
             men
             .
          
           
             Fear
             neither
             blows
             nor
             scoffs
             .
             The
             house
             is
             mine
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             is
             the
             owner
             of
             it
             .
             When
          
           
             He
             first
             possessed
             it
             ,
             he
             gave
             it
             me
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             my
             Mothers
             Suiters
             ,
             mock
             no
             more
             ,
          
           
             But
             keep
             the
             peace
             as
             long
             as
             here
             you
             be
             ;
          
           
             For
             else
             perhaps
             arise
             may
             trouble
             sore
             .
          
           
             At
             first
             the
             Suiters
             knew
             not
             how
             to
             take
          
           
             Telemachus
             his
             words
             ,
             and
             silent
             were
             ,
          
           
             Admiring
             that
             such
             threatning
             words
             he
             spake
             ,
          
           
             So
             many
             men
             provoking
             without
             fear
             .
          
           
             But
             by
             and
             by
             Antinous
             said
             thus
             ,
          
           
             Since
             Jove
             appeared
             has
             in
             his
             defence
             ,
          
           
           
             Let
             's
             put
             these
             threats
             up
             of
             Telemachus
             .
          
           
             Else
             we
             should
             quickly
             spoil
             his
             eloquence
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             Antinous
             .
             But
             Telemachus
          
           
             Car'd
             not
             at
             all
             for
             any
             thing
             he
             said
             .
          
           
             When
             peace
             within
             doors
             was
             concluded
             thus
             ,
          
           
             In
             other
             Rites
             o'
             th'
             Feast
             they
             were
             imploy'd
             .
          
           
             The
             Hecatomb
             they
             bear
             throughout
             the
             Town
          
           
             Into
             
             Apollo's
             shady
             Grove
             divine
             .
          
           
             The
             upper-joynts
             in
             Messes
             they
             divide
             ;
          
           
             So
             fill'd
             their
             Tables
             and
             sat
             down
             to
             dine
             .
          
           
             The
             portion
             of
             Ulysses
             was
             no
             less
          
           
             Than
             other
             Suiters
             had
             ,
             nor
             more
             .
             For
             why
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             had
             order'd
             every
             Mess
          
           
             Should
             equal
             be
             ,
             and
             men
             serv'd
             equally
             .
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Suiters
             was
             a
             very
             Knave
             ,
          
           
             Ctesippus
             was
             his
             name
             ,
             a
             rich
             mans
             Son
             ;
          
           
             And
             therefore
             hop●d
             Penelope
             to
             have
          
           
             This
             man
             to
             th'Wooers
             made
             a
             motion
             .
          
           
             Hear
             me
             you
             Suiters
             of
             Penel●pe
             :
          
           
             This
             Stranger
             here
             is
             equal
             made
             to
             us
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             reason
             't
             is
             that
             also
             we
          
           
             Should
             love
             the
             Strangers
             of
             T●lemachus
             :
          
           
             Lo
             ,
             here
             's
             a
             Gift
             I
             'll
             give
             him
             ,
             that
             he
             may
          
           
             Bestow
             it
             ,
             is
             't
             please
             him
             ,
             on
             him
             or
             her
          
           
             That
             empts
             the
             Chamber
             pots
             ,
             or
             giv
             't
             away
          
           
             To
             any
             of
             Ulysses
             Bond-men
             here
             .
          
           
             With
             that
             he
             hurled
             at
             Ulysses
             head
          
           
             A
             Cows-foot
             ,
             but
             he
             turn'd
             his
             head
             the
             while
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             stroke
             himself
             delivered
             .
          
           
             Then
             smil'd
             Ulysses
             a
             Sardanique
             smile
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             his
             anger
             could
             not
             hide
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             well
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             you
             did
             not
             hurt
             him
             here
             .
          
           
             For
             else
             ,
             believe
             it
             you
             had
             surely
             di'd
          
           
             O'
             th
             place
             ,
             run
             through
             the
             body
             with
             my
             Spear
             ,
          
           
             And
             never
             found
             a
             wife
             here
             ,
             but
             a
             g●ave
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             give
             over
             th●s
             behaviour
             wild
             .
          
           
             Of
             good
             and
             bad
             I
             now
             some
             kn●wledge
             have
             ;
          
           
             And
             do
             nor
             always
             take
             me
             for
             a
             Child
             .
          
           
             What
             's
             past
             I
             bear
             ,
             the
             havock
             of
             m●…attle
             ,
          
           
             My
             Corn
             and
             Wine
             consumed
             lavishly
             .
          
           
           
             T
             is
             hard
             for
             one
             with
             many
             t'
             enter
             battle
             .
          
           
             Use
             me
             no
             longer
             as
             an
             Enemy
             .
          
           
             For
             fighting
             to
             be
             stain
             I
             'd
             rather
             chuse
             ,
          
           
             Than
             see
             my
             Guests
             or
             Servants
             harshly
             us'd
             ,
          
           
             My
             women
             ,
             as
             they
             pass
             about
             the
             house
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             so
             basely
             tug'd
             ,
             touz'd
             ,
             and
             abus'd
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             a
             while
             the
             Suiters
             silent
             were
             ;
          
           
             But
             not
             long
             after
             ,
             Agelaus
             spake
             .
          
           
             Let
             's
             not
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             against
             a
             truth
             so
             clear
          
           
             Struggle
             ,
             and
             what
             is
             said
             in
             ill
             part
             take
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             harshly
             use
             the
             Stranger
             any
             more
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             Servant
             of
             Telemachus
             .
          
           
             But
             yet
             I
             have
             a
             silly
             word
             in
             store
          
           
             For
             him
             ,
             and
             for
             his
             Mother
             ,
             and
             for
             us
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             there
             was
             hope
             Ulysses
             might
             come
             home
             ,
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             had
             done
             best
             at
             home
             to
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Expecting
             him
             ,
             and
             not
             have
             hither
             come
             .
          
           
             But
             since
             there
             's
             none
             ,
             to
             's
             Mother
             he
             should
             say
             ,
          
           
             Take
             one
             of
             them
             for
             Husband
             ;
             which
             you
             please
             ,
          
           
             And
             most
             shall
             give
             you
             .
             So
             shall
             he
             enjoy
          
           
             His
             Fathers
             means
             ,
             and
             eat
             and
             drink
             at
             ease
             ,
          
           
             And
             she
             with
             her
             new
             Husband
             go
             her
             way
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Telemachus
             replying
             says
             ,
          
           
             By
             Jove
             ,
             and
             by
             my
             Fathers
             misery
             ,
          
           
             Who
             now
             is
             lost
             and
             dead
             ,
             or
             somewhere
             strays
          
           
             Far
             off
             from
             Ithaca
             ,
             it
             is
             not
             I
          
           
             That
             do
             my
             Mother
             keep
             from
             marrying
          
           
             Whom
             she
             thinks
             good
             .
             I
             do
             advise
             her
             still
          
           
             To
             take
             the
             man
             that
             shall
             most
             Treasure
             bring
             .
          
           
             But
             I
             'll
             not
             make
             her
             do
             't
             against
             her
             will.
          
           
             So
             ended
             he
             .
             Then
             on
             the
             Suiters
             faces
          
           
             Pallas
             sets
             up
             a
             laughter
             not
             their
             own
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             to
             be
             stopt
             ;
             their
             Senses
             she
             displaces
             ,
          
           
             Their
             meat
             was
             bloody
             ,
             &
             their
             hearts
             were
             down
             .
          
           
             What
             is
             't
             poor
             men
             ,
             said
             Theoclymenus
             ,
          
           
             Your
             heads
             and
             faces
             are
             wrapt
             up
             in
             night
             ;
          
           
             You
             weep
             and
             groan
             ;
             the
             Walls
             &
             Beams
             of
             th'
             house
          
           
             To
             me
             seem
             bloody
             ;
             and
             left
             there
             is
             no
             light
             .
          
           
             The
             Hall
             and
             Porch
             ,
             methinks
             are
             full
             of
             Sprights
          
           
             Ready
             to
             go
             to
             Hell
             ;
             the
             Sun
             has
             lost
          
           
           
             His
             place
             in
             Heaven
             ,
             nor
             are
             there
             any
             lights
             ;
          
           
             And
             dismal
             darkness
             hath
             the
             House
             ●ngrost
             :
          
           
             At
             this
             they
             laught
             .
             Then
             said
             Eurymachu●
             ,
          
           
             This
             Stranger
             is
             not
             very
             well
             ,
             let
             him
          
           
             By
             those
             that
             wait
             be
             guided
             from
             the
             House
          
           
             To
             th'Market-place
             .
             For
             all
             within
             is
             dim
             ,
          
           
             I
             am
             ,
             said
             Theoclymenus
             ,
             not
             blind
             .
          
           
             I
             can
             go
             to
             the
             Market-place
             alone
             .
          
           
             I
             have
             both
             eyes
             and
             ears
             ,
             and
             feet
             and
             mind
             .
          
           
             With
             these
             I
             can
             go
             hence
             .
             Guide
             need
             I
             none
             .
          
           
             And
             go
             I
             will.
             For
             evil
             is
             hard
             by
             ,
          
           
             Which
             none
             of
             you
             the
             Suiters
             shall
             escape
          
           
             That
             have
             so
             much
             abus'd
             the
             Family
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             parts
             ,
             and
             left
             the
             Woo'rs
             to
             gape
          
           
             On
             one
             another
             ,
             and
             with
             insipid
             jests
          
           
             To
             vex
             Telemachus
             ,
             and
             themselves
             please
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             upon
             Telemachu●
             his
             Guests
             .
          
           
             The
             words
             that
             one
             of
             them
             then
             said
             were
             these
             :
          
           
             Telemachus
             ,
             of
             all
             men
             you
             're
             least
             able
          
           
             To
             make
             an
             entertainment
             or
             a
             Feast
             .
          
           
             For
             first
             you
             for
             this
             Beggar
             set
             a
             Table
             ,
          
           
             Who
             eats
             and
             drinks
             as
             stoutly
             as
             the
             best
             ,
          
           
             But
             can
             no
             work
             do
             ,
             nor
             has
             any
             force
             ;
          
           
             A
             very
             burthen
             to
             the
             earth
             .
             And
             this
          
           
             A
             Prophet
             would
             be
             ,
             and
             loves
             to
             discourse
          
           
             Of
             Ill
             to
             come
             .
             My
             counsel
             therefore
             is
          
           
             That
             you
             would
             put
             these
             Strangers
             both
             aboard
          
           
             Some
             ship
             ,
             and
             send
             them
             into
             Sicily
             .
          
           
             They
             that
             way
             may
             some
             profit
             you
             afford
             .
          
           
             Thus
             said
             the
             Woo'rs
             ,
             but
             little
             cared
             he
             ,
          
           
             But
             silently
             the
             signe
             expecting
             stood
          
           
             His
             Father
             should
             have
             giv'n
             of
             falling
             on
             .
          
           
             Penelope
             mean
             while
             sat
             where
             she
             could
          
           
             Hear
             plainly
             what
             was
             said
             by
             ev'ry
             one
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             the
             Suiters
             merry
             Supper
             made
             ,
          
           
             And
             laughing
             sat
             ,
             and
             fed
             on
             much
             good
             cheat
             .
          
           
             But
             After-Supper
             worse
             none
             ever
             had
             .
          
           
             For
             of
             the
             wrong
             themselves
             beginners
             were
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           LIB
           .
           XXI
           .
        
         
           
             PEnelope
             the
             Suiters
             strength
             to
             try
          
           
             Who
             soon'st
             could
             bend
             her
             Noble
             Husbands
             Bowe
             ,
          
           
             And
             through
             the
             Axes
             make
             his
             Arrow
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             whom
             she
             was
             to
             marry
             now
             to
             know
             ,
          
           
             To
             a
             high
             Chamber
             up
             the
             stairs
             she
             went
             ,
          
           
             Wherein
             Ulysses
             precious
             goods
             did
             stand
             .
          
           
             There
             hung
             upon
             a
             Pin
             the
             Bowe
             unbent
          
           
             The
             well
             made
             Kev
             she
             carri'd
             in
             her
             hand
             .
          
           
             This
             Bowe
             was
             g●ven
             h●m
             by
             Iphitus
          
           
             At
             Sparta
             But
             U●ysses
             with
             him
             met
          
           
             First
             at
             Messena
             .
             For
             it
             fell
             out
             thus
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             then
             was
             there
             about
             a
             debt
             .
          
           
             Messena
             .
             men
             thei
             ships
             had
             put
             ashore
          
           
             At
             Itha●a
             ,
             and
             thence
             had
             ta'ne
             a
             Prey
          
           
             Of
             sl●eep
             ,
             wh●●n
             was
             in
             number
             fifteen
             score
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             Shepherds
             carri'd
             them
             away
             .
          
           
             Th●
             was
             the
             ●au
             .
             Ulysses
             thither
             went.
          
           
             'T
             was
             a
             long
             way
             ▪
             and
             he
             scarce
             past
             a
             Boy
             .
          
           
             But
             by
             his
             Father
             and
             the
             Lords
             was
             sent
          
           
             Task
             ●epara●●●●
             for
             this
             a●●y
             .
          
           
             But
             Ip●●tus
             twelve
             Mares
             had
             lost
             Each
             one
          
           
             A
             young
             Mule
             had
             that
             f●llow'd
             he
             behind
          
           
             (
             Which
             of
             his
             ●eat●
             were
             the
             occas●on
             )
          
           
             And
             at
             Messena
             these
             he
             thought
             to
             find
             .
          
           
             But
             as
             he
             was
             re●…
             back
             aga●n
             ,
          
           
             And
             came
             into
             the
             house
             of
             He●●ules
             ,
          
           
             That
             〈◊〉
             first
             d●d
             him
             e●tert●●n
             ,
          
           
             And
             after
             ,
             killing
             ●im
             his
             Ma●es
             〈◊〉
             s●ize
             .
          
           
             Th●●
             was
             the
             man
             that
             to
             Ulyss●s
             gave
          
           
             The
             Bowe
             .
             And
             from
             him
             had
             a
             Sword
             and
             Spear
             .
          
           
           
             But
             Hercules
             had
             sent
             him
             to
             his
             Grave
             ,
          
           
             ●re
             they
             had
             tasted
             one
             anothers
             chear
             .
          
           
             This
             Bowe
             he
             carried
             not
             to
             Ilium
             ,
          
           
             No●
             ever
             had
             made
             use
             of
             it
             in
             sray
             .
          
           
             But
             often
             had
             it
             〈◊〉
             his
             hand
             at
             home
             .
          
           
             For
             only
             as
             a
             Monument
             it
             lay
             .
          
           
             Penelope
             now
             standing
             at
             the
             door
             ,
          
           
             Quickly
             the
             Bolt
             strook
             ba●k
             with
             her
             great
             Key
             .
          
           
             The
             Valves
             fly
             open
             suddenly
             and
             roar
             :
          
           
             As
             when
             a
             great
             Bull
             roars
             ,
             ●o
             r●ared
             they
             .
          
           
             Penelo●e
             went
             in
             ,
             and
             up
             she
             stept
          
           
             Upon
             a
             board
             whereon
             were
             standing
             Chests
             ,
          
           
             In
             which
             'mongst
             odours
             sw●e●
             the
             clothes
             were
             kept
             ,
          
           
             The
             costly
             Ga●ments
             ,
             Robes
             ,
             and
             Coats
             and
             Vests
             .
          
           
             Thence
             to
             the
             Bowe
             she
             reach●
             and
             from
             the
             Pin
          
           
             She
             took
             it
             as
             it
             hung
             there
             in
             the
             Case
             .
          
           
             And
             sitting
             down
             ,
             her
             lap
             she
             laid
             it
             in
             .
          
           
             Aloud
             she
             wept
             ,
             and
             tears
             ran
             down
             apace
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             she
             long
             enough
             had
             weeping
             been
             ,
          
           
             The
             Bowe
             she
             did
             unto
             the
             Suite●s
             bear
             ,
          
           
             And
             Qui●er
             with
             it
             full
             of
             Arrows
             keen
             .
          
           
             The
             Axes
             by
             her
             women
             carri'd
             were
             .
          
           
             Then
             with
             her
             S●arf
             she
             shaded
             both
             her
             cheeks
             ,
          
           
             Having
             a
             Waiting-woman
             on
             each
             hand
             .
          
           
             Unto
             her
             Gallant
             Suiters
             thus
             she
             speaks
             :
          
           
             Hear
             me
             you
             lusty
             Suiters
             that
             here
             stand
          
           
             Using
             this
             House
             not
             yours
             ,
             continually
          
           
             To
             eat
             and
             drink
             in
             ,
             at
             anothers
             cost
             ;
          
           
             And
             for
             it
             do
             pretend
             no
             reason
             why
             ,
          
           
             But
             as
             contenders
             who
             shall
             love
             me
             most
             .
          
           
             Lo
             here
             ;
             to
             him
             I
             make
             my self
             a
             prize
             ,
          
           
             Who
             this
             good
             Bowe
             with
             greatest
             ease
             shall
             bend
             ,
          
           
             And
             whose
             aim'd
             Arrow
             through
             these
             Axes
             flies
             .
          
           
             With
             him
             from
             this
             most
             blessed
             house
             I
             'll
             wend.
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             E●m●●us
             th'Axes
             and
             the
             Bowe
          
           
             By
             her
             command
             unto
             the
             Suiters
             bears
             ;
          
           
             And
             as
             he
             went
             ,
             his
             eyes
             for
             grief
             o'reflow
             .
          
           
             Nor
             could
             Philoetius
             abstain
             from
             tears
             .
          
           
             For
             which
             Antinous
             gave
             them
             this
             reproof
             :
          
           
             You
             foolish
             Clowns
             ,
             what
             ails
             you
             to
             shed
             tears
             ?
          
           
           
             Has
             she
             not
             for
             her
             Husband
             grief
             enough
             ?
          
           
             That
             you
             must
             add
             your
             sorrow
             unto
             hers
             .
          
           
             Sit
             silently
             ,
             eat
             and
             drink
             quietly
             .
          
           
             Or
             if
             you
             needs
             must
             weep
             ,
             go
             weep
             without
             .
          
           
             Leave
             the
             Bowe
             here
             ,
             the
             Suiters
             strength
             to
             try
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             it
             may
             be
             carried
             round
             about
             .
          
           
             Not
             that
             I
             think
             there
             's
             any
             man
             among
          
           
             Us
             all
             can
             bend
             it
             as
             Ulysses
             could
          
           
             (
             For
             I
             remember
             him
             though
             I
             were
             young
             )
          
           
             So
             said
             he
             ,
             though
             he
             thought
             he
             bend
             it
             should
             ,
          
           
             And
             also
             shoot
             through
             th'
             Axes
             every
             one
             ,
          
           
             Though
             he
             were
             only
             the
             first
             to
             be
             shot
             .
          
           
             For
             he
             the
             other
             Suiters
             had
             set
             on
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             the
             first
             contriver
             of
             the
             Plot.
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             to
             the
             Suiters
             spake
             ,
          
           
             Sure
             Jove
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             bereav'd
             me
             has
             of
             sense
             .
          
           
             My
             Mother
             tells
             me
             she
             'll
             a
             Husband
             take
             ,
          
           
             And
             leaving
             me
             depart
             with
             him
             from
             hence
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             here
             merry
             am
             that
             should
             be
             sad
             .
          
           
             But
             be
             't
             as
             't
             will
             ,
             the
             Game
             must
             now
             begin
             ,
          
           
             For
             such
             a
             wise
             as
             ne're
             Achaia
             had
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             in
             
               Mysen
               '
            
             or
             Argos
             was
             e're
             seen
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             Pyle
             ,
             nor
             Ithaca
             ,
             nor
             in
             Epire.
          
           
             But
             what
             need
             I
             set
             forth
             my
             Mothers
             praise
             ?
          
           
             You
             know
             't
             your selves
             .
             Therefore
             I
             you
             desire
          
           
             To
             put
             off
             all
             excuses
             and
             delays
             .
          
           
             And
             I
             my self
             will
             be
             the
             first
             to
             try
          
           
             This
             mighty
             Bowe
             ,
             whether
             I
             can
             or
             no
             ,
          
           
             And
             through
             the
             Axes
             make
             the
             Arrow
             fly
             .
          
           
             'T
             will
             grieve
             me
             less
             to
             let
             my
             Mother
             go
             ;
          
           
             ●ince
             I
             have
             strength
             to
             bend
             my
             Fathers
             Bowe
             ,
          
           
             Why
             should
             I
             doubt
             of
             governing
             his
             State
             ?
          
           
             And
             from
             him
             presently
             his
             Coat
             did
             throw
          
           
             And
             Sword
             ,
             and
             then
             fell
             to
             delineate
          
           
             The
             ground
             whereon
             the
             Axes
             were
             to
             stand
             .
          
           
             On
             one
             long
             line
             he
             set
             them
             all
             upright
             .
          
           
             The
             Woo'rs
             admir'd
             the
             justness
             of
             his
             hand
             ;
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             the
             like
             was
             ne'r
             done
             in
             his
             sight
             .
          
           
             Then
             went
             he
             to
             the
             Sill
             to
             try
             the
             Bowe
             .
          
           
             Thrice
             he
             essaid
             it
             and
             was
             near
             it
             still
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             thrice
             again
             relenting
             let
             it
             go
             .
          
           
             Once
             more
             had
             done
             it
             .
             But
             't
             was
             not
             his
             will.
          
           
             For
             then
             his
             Father
             checkt
             him
             with
             a
             wink
             .
          
           
             Alas
             ,
             then
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             must
             this
          
           
             Be
             all
             my
             strength
             ?
             Too
             young
             I
             am
             I
             think
             .
          
           
             Come
             ,
             let
             one
             take
             the
             Bowe
             that
             elder
             is
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Bowe
             and
             Arrow
             he
             laid
             by
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Seat
             went
             where
             he
             ●…t
             before
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Antinous
             ,
             The
             Bowe
             let
             's
             try
          
           
             In
             order
             as
             we
             sit
             .
             Let
             him
             therefore
          
           
             Try
             first
             ,
             whose
             Table
             next
             the
             Cupboard
             is
             ,
          
           
             And
             so
             to
             the
             right
             hand
             up
             one
             by
             one
             .
          
           
             The
             other
             Suiters
             all
             approved
             this
             .
          
           
             Leiodes
             was
             the
             first
             ;
             so
             he
             begun
             ;
          
           
             His
             place
             was
             low'st
             .
             He
             to
             the
             threshold
             wen●
          
           
             To
             try
             his
             force
             .
             But
             to
             his
             tender
             hand
          
           
             And
             feeble
             arms
             the
             Bowe
             would
             not
             relent
             .
          
           
             Then
             down
             he
             laid
             it
             there
             ,
             and
             lets
             it
             stand
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Suiters
             spake
             :
             This
             Bowe
             says
             he
             ,
          
           
             I
             cannot
             bend
             ,
             some
             other
             tak
             't
             in
             hand
             .
          
           
             It
             's
             like
             of
             many
             Lords
             the
             death
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             VVhen
             by
             the
             strongest
             it
             comes
             to
             be
             man'd
             ▪
          
           
             For
             better
             't
             is
             to
             die
             than
             live
             and
             miss
          
           
             The
             hopes
             you
             hither
             come
             for
             ev'ry
             day
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             is
             't
             any
             of
             you
             hope
             but
             this
             ,
          
           
             That
             you
             Ulysses
             Consort
             marry
             may
             ?
          
           
             But
             when
             he
             shall
             this
             Bowe
             have
             understood
             ,
          
           
             Let
             him
             some
             other
             Lady
             wooe
             at
             ease
          
           
             Amongst
             th'
             Achaea●s
             whom
             he
             shall
             think
             good
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             Penelope
             take
             whom
             she
             please
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Bowe
             and
             Arrow
             he
             set
             by
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Seat
             went
             where
             he
             sat
             before
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             Antinous
             was
             angerly
          
           
             Assoon
             as
             he
             had
             spoke
             ,
             rebuk'd
             therefore
             .
          
           
             VVhat
             say
             you
             ?
             That
             this
             Bowe
             the
             death
             shall
             be
          
           
             Of
             many
             Lords
             ?
             Why
             so
             ?
             'Cause
             you
             have
             not
          
           
             The
             strength
             to
             bend
             it
             ?
             Others
             have
             ,
             you
             'll
             see
             ,
          
           
             But
             you
             for
             bending
             Bowes
             were
             not
             begot
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             Mel●●theus
             he
             turn'd
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Let
             fire
             be
             made
             ,
             and
             a
             great
             Chair
             set
             by
             't
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             let
             upon
             it
             Cushions
             be
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             us
             have
             good
             sto●e
             of
             Tallow
             white
          
           
             T'
             anoint
             and
             warm
             and
             supple
             make
             the
             Bowe
             ,
          
           
             And
             ●…y
             if
             we
             perh●ps
             may
             bend
             it
             then
             .
          
           
             Fire
             .
             Chair
             ,
             and
             Cushions
             came
             a●d
             greace
             enough
             ,
          
           
             But
             to
             no
             purpose
             ;
             too
             we●k
             were
             the
             men
             .
          
           
             Antinous
             yet
             and
             Earyma●h●●
          
           
             Gave
             〈◊〉
             not
             over
             ;
             these
             two
             were
             the
             best
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             ●uiters
             th●t
             ca●e
             to
             the
             house
             .
          
           
             No
             hope
             at
             all
             remained
             f●●
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             Eu●…aeus
             and
             Philoetius
             then
             went
             out
          
           
             Together
             ;
             after
             them
             Ulysses
             went
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             they
             were
             the
             Gate
             and
             Court
             without
             ,
          
           
             Himself
             unto
             ●hem
             to
             discover
             ●eant
             .
          
           
             And
             fair
             he
             spake
             them
             :
             Master
             of
             the
             Kine
             ,
          
           
             And
             you
             Eumaeus
             ,
             Master
             of
             the
             Swine
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             I
             keep
             in
             ,
             or
             speak
             a
             thought
             of
             mine
             ?
          
           
             To
             speak
             it
             out
             my
             heart
             does
             me
             encline
             .
          
           
             What
             〈◊〉
             Uly●●es
             should
             c●me
             suddenly
          
           
             Brought
             by
             some
             God
             ,
             and
             stand
             before
             this
             rout
             ,
          
           
             On
             whose
             side
             ,
             his
             or
             theirs
             would
             you
             then
             be
             ?
          
           
             What
             your
             mind
             prompts
             you
             to
             speak
             freely
             out
             .
          
           
             Then
             answer'd
             him
             the
             Master
             of
             the
             Kine
             ,
          
           
             O
             that
             the
             Gods
             above
             would
             have
             it
             so
             .
          
           
             You
             'ld
             see
             the
             vertue
             of
             these
             hands
             of
             mine
             .
          
           
             The
             Master
             of
             the
             Swine
             then
             said
             so
             too
             .
          
           
             When
             now
             the
             hearts
             of
             both
             of
             them
             he
             knew
             ,
          
           
             He
             spake
             again
             and
             said
             ,
             'T
             is
             I
             am
             he
             ,
          
           
             That
             after
             twenty
             years
             return
             to
             you
             ;
          
           
             And
             know
             you
             longed
             have
             this
             day
             to
             see
             .
          
           
             Of
             all
             my
             Servants
             I
             find
             only
             you
          
           
             That
             wish
             me
             here
             .
             If
             therefore
             it
             shall
             please
          
           
             The
             Gods
             by
             me
             the
             Suiters
             to
             subdue
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             give
             you
             wealth
             enough
             to
             live
             at
             ease
             ,
          
           
             And
             Houses
             near
             me
             ,
             and
             shall
             wedded
             live
             ,
          
           
             And
             Brothers
             of
             Telemachus
             shall
             be
             .
          
           
             And
             that
             you
             may
             assuredly
             believe
          
           
             Ulysses
             speaks
             it
             ,
             you
             a
             signe
             shall
             see
             .
          
           
             With
             that
             he
             pull'd
             his
             Rags
             beside
             his
             thigh
             ,
          
           
             And
             lets
             them
             see
             the
             place
             the
             Boar
             had
             ●ent
          
           
           
             Then
             when
             upon
             Parnassus
             Mountain
             high
          
           
             He
             with
             his
             Unkles
             Sons
             a
             hunting
             went.
          
           
             And
             then
             they
             fling
             their
             Arms
             about
             Ulysses
             ,
          
           
             And
             kiss
             his
             hand
             and
             shoulders
             ,
             weeping
             sore
             ;
          
           
             And
             he
             again
             embraced
             them
             with
             kisses
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             had
             till
             Sun-set
             weeping
             given
             o're
          
           
             But
             that
             Ulysses
             hinder'd
             it
             .
             Give
             o're
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             Your
             weeping
             ,
             lest
             that
             some
             one
             come
             out
             hither
             ,
          
           
             And
             tell
             within
             what
             here
             without
             they
             see
             .
          
           
             Go
             in
             ,
             but
             one
             by
             one
             ,
             not
             all
             together
             .
          
           
             First
             I
             'll
             go
             in
             ,
             and
             then
             come
             you
             .
             Now
             mark
             .
          
           
             I
             'll
             pray
             the
             Suiters
             I
             the
             Bowe
             may
             try
             .
          
           
             If
             to
             my
             motion
             they
             refuse
             to
             hark
             ,
          
           
             Give
             it
             into
             my
             hand
             as
             you
             pass
             by
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             Eumaeus
             bid
             the
             women
             shut
          
           
             The
             House-doors
             all
             ,
             nor
             suffer
             any
             one
          
           
             O'
             th'
             men
             without
             the
             House
             his
             head
             to
             put
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             within
             they
             hap
             to
             hear
             men
             grone
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             stir
             not
             ,
             but
             ply
             their
             business
             .
          
           
             The
             utter-Gate
             Philoetius
             lock
             you
             fast
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             the
             House
             there
             may
             be
             no
             access
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             into
             the
             Hall
             again
             he
             past
             ,
          
           
             And
             after
             him
             his
             Servants
             .
             Now
             the
             Bowe
          
           
             Was
             in
             Eurymachus
             his
             hand
             by
             th'
             fire
             .
          
           
             He
             warm'd
             and
             rub'd
             ,
             and
             did
             what
             he
             could
             do
             .
          
           
             But
             for
             to
             bend
             it
             he
             was
             ne're
             the
             nigh●
             .
          
           
             At
             this
             he
             v●xt
             ,
             and
             took
             it
             heinously
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             O
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             't
             is
             not
             for
             my
             own
             part
          
           
             I
             troubled
             am
             ,
             but
             for
             the
             Company
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             chiefly
             that
             ,
             I
             take
             so
             much
             to
             heart
             .
          
           
             Nor
             is
             it
             for
             a
             wife
             that
             I
             complain
             ;
          
           
             For
             in
             Achaia
             Ladies
             be
             enough
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             we
             hope
             Penelope
             to
             gain
             ,
          
           
             Although
             we
             cannot
             bend
             Ulysses
             Bowe
             .
          
           
             Th●●●aid
             Antinous
             ,
             'T
             will
             not
             be
             so
             .
          
           
             This
             day
             unto
             Apollo
             sacred
             is
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             a
             day
             for
             bending
             of
             a
             Bowe
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             to
             lay
             it
             by
             is
             not
             amiss
             .
          
           
             And
             let
             the
             Axes
             stand
             still
             as
             they
             do
             ;
          
           
             (
             For
             't
             is
             not
             like
             they
             will
             be
             stoln
             away
             )
          
           
           
             And
             so
             go
             in
             and
             offer
             Wine
             unto
          
           
             The
             God.
             The
             Bowe
             may
             till
             to
             morrow
             stay
             .
          
           
             And
             bid
             Melanthus
             in
             the
             morning
             bring
          
           
             Goats
             of
             the
             sattest
             ,
             and
             whereof
             the
             savour
          
           
             May
             from
             Apollo
             of
             all
             Archers
             King
             ,
          
           
             For
             bending
             of
             the
             Bowe
             procure
             us
             favour
             .
          
           
             They
             all
             agree
             .
             Into
             the
             house
             they
             went.
          
           
             The
             Officers
             for
             hands
             the
             water
             ho●…
             ;
          
           
             The
             Waiters
             fill
             the
             Cups
             ,
             and
             them
             present
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             they
             drunk
             had
             each
             man
             what
             he
             would
             ,
          
           
             Then
             spake
             Ulysses
             to
             the
             Suiters
             thus
             :
          
           
             Hear
             me
             ,
             ye
             Suiters
             ,
             what
             I
             have
             to
             say
             ,
          
           
             Antinous
             ,
             and
             you
             Eurymachus
             ,
          
           
             For
             to
             you
             two
             't
             is
             chiefly
             that
             I
             pray
             .
          
           
             Since
             you
             the
             bending
             of
             the
             Bowe
             remit
          
           
             To
             th'
             Gods
             to
             give
             to
             whom
             they
             please
             ;
             &
             they
          
           
             To
             morrow
             doubtless
             will
             determine
             it
             ,
          
           
             Let
             me
             now
             of
             the
             Bowe
             make
             an
             essay
             .
          
           
             That
             I
             may
             know
             whether
             my
             strength
             be
             spent
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             I
             could
             before
             now
             cannot
             do
             .
          
           
             Whether
             I
             still
             be
             firm
             or
             do
             relent
          
           
             With
             hardship
             ,
             and
             with
             want
             of
             looking
             to
             .
          
           
             These
             words
             of
             his
             made
             all
             the
             Suiters
             mad
          
           
             With
             fear
             that
             he
             indeed
             would
             bend
             the
             Bowe
             .
          
           
             Antinous
             gave
             him
             language
             very
             bad
             .
          
           
             Thou
             wretched
             Stranger
             ,
             is
             it
             not
             enough
          
           
             That
             of
             our
             Feast
             thou
             hast
             an
             equal
             part
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             of
             our
             discourse
             (
             and
             none
             but
             thou
          
           
             Stranger
             and
             Beggar
             )
             made
             a
             hearer
             art
             ?
          
           
             'T
             is
             wine
             that
             makes
             thee
             not
             thy self
             to
             know
             .
          
           
             For
             wine
             serves
             all
             men
             so
             that
             drink
             too
             much
             .
          
           
             Wine
             hurt
             Eurytion
             the
             Centaur
             great
             .
          
           
             His
             carriage
             in
             Perithous
             house
             was
             such
          
           
             Among
             the
             Lapithae
             sitting
             at
             meat
             ,
          
           
             That
             angry
             with
             't
             they
             were
             ,
             and
             all
             arose
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             sharp
             iron
             cut
             off
             both
             his
             ears
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             same
             they
             pared
             off
             his
             nose
             .
          
           
             A
             way
             the
             cause
             of
             his
             own
             harm
             he
             bears
             .
          
           
             From
             that
             day
             on
             ,
             Centaurs
             and
             men
             are
             foes
             .
          
           
             Themselves
             men
             hurt
             by
             wine
             immoderate
             ,
          
           
           
             So
             if
             you
             bend
             the
             Bowe
             ,
             your
             ears
             you
             'll
             lose
             .
          
           
             For
             you
             'll
             find
             here
             no
             prating
             Advocate
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             King
             Takim
             forthwith
             you
             shall
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             will
             of
             you
             make
             a
             cruel
             end
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             sit
             still
             ,
             and
             let
             alone
             the
             Bowe
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             with
             men
             younger
             than
             your self
             contend
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Penelope
             ,
             I
             'd
             have
             you
             know
             ,
          
           
             Antinous
             ,
             that
             you
             do
             very
             ill
          
           
             To
             wrong
             Telemachus
             his
             Guest
             .
             What
             though
          
           
             He
             bend
             the
             Bowe
             ,
             d'
             ye
             think
             I
             take
             him
             will
          
           
             For
             Husband
             ?
             I
             am
             sure
             you
             think
             not
             so
             .
          
           
             Let
             none
             of
             you
             be
             sad
             with
             fear
             of
             that
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             her
             said
             Eurymachus
             ,
             No
             no
             ;
          
           
             That
             's
             not
             the
             thing
             that
             we
             be
             troubled
             at
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             of
             our
             Honour
             that
             we
             jealous
             be
             .
          
           
             For
             how
             will
             men
             and
             women
             ,
             think
             you
             ,
             prate
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             such
             Suiters
             wooe
             Penelope
          
           
             As
             could
             not
             bend
             Ulysses
             Bowe
             ,
             but
             that
          
           
             A
             Beggar
             that
             past
             by
             by
             chance
             could
             bend
             it
             ?
          
           
             Which
             unto
             us
             will
             be
             no
             little
             shame
             .
          
           
             Who
             (
             said
             she
             )
             live
             on
             others
             means
             and
             spend
             it
             ,
          
           
             Should
             not
             stand
             much
             on
             Honour
             and
             on
             fame
             .
          
           
             Besides
             ,
             this
             Stranger
             is
             well
             made
             and
             tall
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             a
             great
             man
             says
             he
             is
             the
             Son.
          
           
             Give
             him
             the
             Bowe
             to
             try
             his
             strength
             withal
             .
          
           
             For
             this
             I
             'll
             promise
             him
             ,
             and
             see
             it
             done
             .
          
           
             If
             he
             do
             bend
             it
             ,
             I
             'll
             on
             him
             bestow
          
           
             Good
             Clothing
             and
             a
             handsom
             Coat
             and
             Vest
             ,
          
           
             Shooes
             to
             his
             feet
             ,
             Dart
             ,
             Sword
             with
             edges
             two
             ,
          
           
             And
             send
             him
             to
             such
             place
             as
             he
             thinks
             best
             .
          
           
             Then
             spake
             to
             her
             Telemachus
             her
             Son
             :
          
           
             Mother
             ,
             to
             give
             the
             Bowe
             or
             to
             deny
             't
             ,
          
           
             Is
             in
             my
             pow'r
             ,
             and
             hinder
             me
             can
             none
          
           
             In
             Elis
             ,
             or
             Achaia
             ,
             or
             here
             right
          
           
             From
             giving
             it
             unto
             this
             Stranger
             here
             ,
          
           
             If
             I
             think
             fit
             .
             But
             Mother
             ,
             pray
             go
             now
          
           
             Up
             to
             your
             Chamber
             ,
             and
             look
             to
             your
             work
             ,
          
           
             And
             leave
             to
             us
             to
             dispute
             of
             the
             Bowe
             .
          
           
             She
             mused
             on
             ,
             and
             thought
             his
             counsel
             wise
             ;
          
           
             And
             being
             in
             her
             Chamber
             sore
             did
             weep
             .
          
           
           
             For
             th'
             absence
             of
             her
             Husband
             ,
             till
             her
             eyes
          
           
             By
             th'
             Goddess
             Pallas
             closed
             were
             with
             sleep
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             now
             had
             brought
             the
             Bowe
             about
             ,
          
           
             And
             come
             it
             was
             to
             where
             Ulysses
             fat
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             all
             at
             once
             then
             cried
             out
             ,
          
           
             Swineherd
             ,
             Rogue
             ,
             Lout
             ,
             what
             meanest
             thou
             by
             that
             ?
          
           
             If
             the
             Gods
             please
             to
             favour
             our
             designe
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             shalt
             be
             slain
             and
             carried
             out
             of
             sight
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             devoured
             be
             by
             thy
             own
             Swine
             .
          
           
             This
             put
             Eumaeus
             into
             a
             great
             fright
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             roar'd
             on
             th'
             other
             part
             ,
          
           
             Bear
             on
             the
             Bowe
             (
             t'
             obey
             all
             is
             not
             best
             )
          
           
             I
             'll
             pelt
             thee
             (
             though
             that
             thou
             my
             elder
             art
             )
          
           
             With
             stones
             home
             to
             thy
             Hogsties
             like
             a
             beast
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             the
             stronger
             am
             .
             O
             that
             I
             were
          
           
             But
             so
             much
             stronger
             than
             these
             Suiters
             all
             ,
          
           
             I
             soon
             of
             some
             of
             them
             the
             house
             should
             clear
             .
          
           
             They
             laught
             at
             this
             ,
             and
             bated
             of
             their
             gall
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             then
             took
             up
             the
             Bowe
             agen
             ,
          
           
             And
             gave
             it
             to
             Ulysses
             in
             his
             hand
             .
          
           
             This
             done
             ,
             Euryclea
             he
             called
             then
             .
          
           
             It
             is
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             Telemachus
             command
          
           
             To
             lock
             the
             doors
             all
             ;
             and
             that
             if
             you
             hear
          
           
             Noise
             in
             the
             house
             of
             blows
             ,
             or
             groaning
             men
             ,
          
           
             Let
             none
             go
             forth
             ,
             but
             at
             their
             work
             stay
             there
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Euryclea
             went
             in
             agen
             ,
          
           
             And
             lockt
             the
             doors
             .
             Philoetius
             likewise
          
           
             Went
             silently
             and
             shut
             the
             utter-Gate
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             Ship
             rope
             that
             lay
             by
             ,
             it
             ties
             ,
          
           
             And
             coming
             back
             sits
             where
             before
             he
             sate
             ;
          
           
             And
             lookt
             upon
             Ulysses
             ,
             who
             to
             know
          
           
             What
             work
             the
             worms
             had
             in
             his
             absence
             made
             ,
          
           
             This
             way
             and
             that
             way
             turning
             was
             the
             Bowe
             .
          
           
             At
             this
             the
             Suiters
             one
             t'another
             said
             .
          
           
             This
             Beggar
             surely
             has
             no
             little
             skill
          
           
             〈◊〉
             Bowes
             or
             in
             Bowe
             stealing
             ,
             or
             of
             's
             own
          
           
             He
             has
             one
             lik't
             ,
             or
             make
             one
             like
             it
             will
             ,
          
           
             He
             doth
             examine
             it
             so
             up
             and
             down
             .
          
           
             Another
             said
             ,
             As
             he
             shall
             bend
             the
             Bowe
             ,
          
           
             ●o
             let
             him
             find
             ,
             as
             he
             is
             begging
             ,
             Alms.
          
           
           
             So
             mockt
             they
             .
             When
             he
             view'd
             it
             had
             enough
             ,
          
           
             And
             holden
             it
             a
             while
             had
             in
             his
             palms
             ,
          
           
             He
             bent
             it
             .
             As
             a
             Fidler
             does
             not
             spend
          
           
             Very
             much
             labour
             the
             sheeps
             gut
             to
             strain
             ;
          
           
             So
             he
             ,
             Ulysses
             his
             strong
             Bowe
             to
             bend
             ,
          
           
             Did
             put
             himself
             to
             very
             little
             pa●n
          
           
             Then
             with
             his
             left
             hand
             he
             the
             string
             essaid
             .
          
           
             It
             sounded
             like
             the
             singing
             of
             a
             Swallow
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             then
             began
             to
             be
             afraid
             ,
          
           
             And
             mighty
             claps
             of
             Thunder
             straightway
             follow
             .
          
           
             Joves
             Token
             very
             welcome
             was
             t'Ulysses
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             the
             Bowe
             he
             set
             a
             shaft
             ,
             and
             there
          
           
             Sitting
             ,
             shot
             through
             the
             Axes
             ,
             not
             one
             misses
             .
          
           
             The
             rest
             of
             th'Arrows
             in
             the
             Quiver
             were
             .
          
           
             Then
             turning
             to
             Telemachus
             ,
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             I
             have
             not
             sham'd
             you
             ,
             nor
             have
             miss'd
             one
             Axe
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             long
             a
             bending
             of
             the
             Bowe
             I
             staid
             .
          
           
             You
             see
             then
             that
             the
             Woo'rs
             me
             falsly
             tax
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             't
             is
             time
             for
             After
             suppering
          
           
             Ere
             day
             be
             done
             ,
             and
             taking
             such
             delights
             ,
          
           
             As
             Cups
             ,
             Discourse
             ,
             and
             pleasant
             Musique
             bring
             ;
          
           
             For
             these
             of
             Feasting
             are
             the
             common
             rites
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             his
             Son
             with
             's
             eye
             he
             beckoned
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             that
             well
             him
             understood
             ,
          
           
             With
             Spear
             in
             hand
             and
             Helmet
             on
             his
             head
             ,
          
           
             Came
             unto
             him
             ,
             and
             close
             by
             his
             Chair
             stood
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           XXII
           .
        
         
           
             ULysses
             then
             himself
             delivereth
          
           
             Of
             his
             soul
             Rags
             ,
             and
             leaps
             up
             to
             the
             Sill
             :
          
           
             With
             ●owe
             in
             hand
             and
             Arrows
             tipt
             with
             death
             ,
          
           
             And
             spake
             to
             th'Wooers
             ,
             boasting
             of
             his
             skill
          
           
           
             Suiters
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             this
             Match
             is
             at
             an
             end
             .
          
           
             Jov●
             speed
             me
             now
             .
             Another
             Mark
             have
             at
             ,
          
           
             Which
             none
             ere
             shot
             at
             yet
             .
             Apollo
             send
          
           
             Me
             luck
             to
             hit
             .
             As
             he
             was
             saying
             that
             ,
          
           
             T'
             Antinous
             the
             Shaft
             he
             did
             address
             ,
          
           
             Who
             had
             the
             Cup
             in
             's
             hand
             about
             to
             drink
             .
          
           
             Than
             of
             his
             death
             he
             thought
             of
             nothing
             less
             .
          
           
             For
             one
             amongst
             so
             many
             who
             would
             think
             ,
          
           
             How
             strong
             soever
             ,
             durst
             do
             such
             a
             thing
             ?
          
           
             The
             Arrow
             pierc'd
             his
             neck
             from
             throat
             to
             poll
             .
          
           
             The
             wound
             receiv'd
             ,
             he
             turns
             round
             staggering
             ;
          
           
             The
             blood
             stream'd
             out
             ;
             away
             he
             threw
             the
             Bowl
             ;
          
           
             And
             overturn'd
             the
             Table
             with
             his
             feet
             ;
          
           
             Both
             bread
             and
             meat
             lay
             scatter'd
             in
             the
             Hall.
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             bustle
             and
             in
             clusters
             meet
             ,
          
           
             Of
             this
             great
             man
             amazed
             at
             the
             fall
             .
          
           
             Then
             one
             of
             them
             unto
             Ulysses
             said
             ,
          
           
             Stranger
             ,
             this
             was
             ill
             shot
             ;
             thou
             killed
             hast
          
           
             The
             greatest
             man
             in
             Ithaca
             .
             Thou
             'st
             plaid
          
           
             Thy
             last
             prize
             .
             To
             the
             Crows
             thou
             shalt
             be
             cast
             .
          
           
             But
             yet
             they
             held
             their
             hands
             ;
             for
             why
             ,
             they
             thought
          
           
             'T
             was
             done
             by
             misadventure
             ,
             not
             contriv'd
             .
          
           
             For
             proud
             and
             foolish
             they
             perceived
             not
          
           
             The
             fatal
             hour
             was
             to
             them
             all
             arriv'd
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Ulysses
             with
             a
             sullen
             eye
             ,
          
           
             Dogs
             ,
             dead
             you
             thought
             me
             ,
             and
             spent
             my
             estate
             ;
          
           
             With
             you
             my
             women
             you
             compell'd
             to
             lie
             ;
          
           
             And
             would
             have
             wedded
             ,
             whilst
             I
             liv'd
             ,
             my
             Mate
             .
          
           
             No
             ●ear
             you
             had
             neither
             of
             Gods
             on
             high
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             of
             revenge
             from
             any
             mortal
             man
             ;
          
           
             But
             now
             a
             vengeance
             to
             you
             all
             is
             nigh
             .
          
           
             At
             this
             they
             frighted
             were
             and
             looked
             wan
             ;
          
           
             And
             each
             one
             peept
             about
             what
             way
             to
             take
          
           
             To
             save
             his
             own
             life
             ,
             if
             he
             could
             ,
             by
             flight
             .
          
           
             None
             but
             Eurymachus
             〈◊〉
             '
             Ulysses
             spake
             .
          
           
             If
             you
             Ulysses
             be
             ,
             you
             say
             but
             right
             .
          
           
             Much
             harm
             is
             done
             you
             both
             in
             house
             and
             field
             ;
          
           
             But
             this
             Antinous
             Author
             was
             of
             't
             all
             ;
          
           
             He
             set
             us
             on
             ,
             and
             here
             lies
             justly
             kill'd
             .
          
           
             For
             wedding
             of
             your
             wife
             his
             care
             was
             small
             .
          
           
           
             His
             care
             was
             how
             to
             make
             himself
             here
             King
          
           
             (
             Which
             Jove
             not
             suffer'd
             him
             to
             bring
             to
             pass
             ;
             )
          
           
             And
             to
             destruction
             how
             your
             Son
             to
             bring
          
           
             He
             chiefly
             thinking
             and
             designing
             was
             .
          
           
             And
             since
             that
             he
             deservedly
             is
             stain
             ,
          
           
             Spare
             your
             own
             people
             ;
             we
             'll
             repair
             what
             's
             done
             .
          
           
             And
             what
             is
             spent
             we
             will
             make
             up
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             recompence
             with
             twenty
             Cows
             each
             one
             ;
          
           
             And
             Brass
             and
             Gold
             till
             you
             be
             satisfi'd
             .
          
           
             If
             not
             ,
             there
             's
             no
             man
             can
             your
             anger
             blame
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             with
             a
             ●our
             look
             repli'd
          
           
             Your
             whole
             estates
             ,
             and
             added
             to
             the
             same
          
           
             How
             much
             soever
             you
             can
             elsewhere
             get
          
           
             Too
             little
             is
             to
             bind
             me
             to
             desist
             ,
          
           
             Until
             the
             Suiters
             shall
             have
             paid
             their
             debt
             .
          
           
             Two
             ways
             before
             you
             lie
             ,
             take
             which
             you
             list
             ,
          
           
             To
             fight
             or
             flie
             ,
             if
             you
             will
             death
             avoid
             .
          
           
             But
             fly
             ,
             I
             think
             you
             cannot
             .
             So
             said
             he
             .
          
           
             Eurymachus
             then
             to
             the
             Suiters
             said
             ,
          
           
             The
             man
             will
             not
             lay
             down
             his
             Bowe
             you
             see
             ;
          
           
             But
             since
             't
             is
             in
             his
             hand
             ,
             and
             Arrows
             by
             ,
          
           
             And
             stands
             upon
             the
             threshold
             of
             the
             door
             ,
          
           
             His
             shafts
             will
             fly
             at
             us
             continually
             ,
          
           
             And
             till
             we
             all
             be
             slain
             will
             not
             give
             o're
             :
          
           
             Let
             's
             therefore
             take
             up
             Tables
             for
             defence
          
           
             Against
             his
             shafts
             ,
             and
             (
             Sword
             in
             hand
             )
             run
             all
          
           
             Unto
             the
             door
             at
             once
             and
             drive
             him
             thence
             ,
          
           
             And
             people
             of
             the
             Town
             together
             call
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             his
             Sword
             with
             double
             edge
             he
             drew
             ,
          
           
             And
             thunder'd
             him
             with
             words
             .
             But
             howsoever
          
           
             A
             deadly
             shaft
             first
             from
             
             Ulysses
             ●lew
          
           
             That
             enter'd
             at
             his
             brest
             and
             stuck
             in
             's
             liver
             .
          
           
             Down
             fell
             his
             Sword
             ,
             he
             turns
             himself
             quite
             round
             ,
          
           
             And
             throws
             his
             blood
             about
             him
             every
             way
             ;
          
           
             ●icks
             down
             the
             Table
             ,
             meat
             and
             Cup
             ,
             to
             th'ground
             .
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             brow
             beating
             the
             floor
             he
             lay
             ;
          
           
             And
             sprawling
             made
             the
             Seat
             shake
             with
             his
             feet
             ;
          
           
             And
             endless
             darkness
             lay
             upon
             his
             eye
             .
          
           
             Then
             rose
             Amphinomus
             and
             death
             did
             meet
             .
          
           
             He
             thought
             from
             thence
             to
             make
             Ulysses
             fly
             .
          
           
           
             But
             by
             Telemachus
             prevented
             was
             ,
          
           
             That
             slew
             him
             with
             his
             Spear
             upon
             the
             place
             .
          
           
             From
             back
             to
             brest
             the
             well-thrown
             Spear
             did
             pass
             ;
          
           
             Down
             with
             a
             thump
             he
             falls
             upon
             his
             face
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             i'
             th'
             body
             left
             the
             Spear
             .
          
           
             For
             why
             ,
             he
             had
             good
             reason
             to
             mistrust
          
           
             Amongst
             so
             many
             Swords
             ,
             if
             he
             staid
             there
             ,
          
           
             He
             might
             be
             killed
             by
             some
             blow
             or
             thrust
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             his
             Father
             as
             he
             by
             him
             stood
             ,
          
           
             To
             fetch
             down
             Arms
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             'T
             will
             do
             no
             harm
             ,
          
           
             Two
             Spears
             ,
             a
             Buckler
             ,
             and
             a
             Helmet
             good
             ,
          
           
             And
             both
             Philoetius
             and
             Eumaeus
             arm
             .
          
           
             Run
             quickly
             ,
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             while
             there
             be
          
           
             Arrows
             remaining
             ,
             le●t
             they
             force
             me
             shou'd
          
           
             To
             quit
             the
             door
             .
             Then
             quickly
             up
             ran
             he
          
           
             Unto
             the
             room
             wherein
             the
             Armour
             stood
             .
          
           
             Eight
             Spears
             ,
             four
             Bucklers
             ,
             and
             four
             Helmets
             good
          
           
             He
             took
             ,
             and
             to
             his
             Father
             came
             again
             .
          
           
             And
             first
             he
             arm'd
             himself
             ,
             and
             ready
             stood
             .
          
           
             The
             two
             good
             Servants
             themselves
             armed
             then
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             Arrows
             till
             they
             all
             were
             gone
          
           
             Kill'd
             each
             his
             man
             ,
             and
             one
             by
             one
             they
             fall
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             they
             all
             were
             spent
             and
             left
             was
             none
             ,
          
           
             He
             sets
             his
             Bowe
             to
             lean
             against
             the
             wall
             .
          
           
             Over
             his
             shoulder
             he
             his
             Buckle●
             cast
             ,
          
           
             And
             puts
             his
             well-made
             Helmet
             on
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             The
             two
             Spears
             with
             his
             hand
             he
             griped
             fast
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             his
             posture
             he
             considered
             .
          
           
             There
             was
             i'
             th'
             wall
             a
             certain
             window
             high
             ,
          
           
             By
             th'
             S●l●
             whereof
             a
             way
             lay
             to
             the
             Street
             ,
          
           
             To
             which
             he
             ●ad
             Eumaeus
             have
             an
             eye
             ,
          
           
             And
             near
             it
             stand
             .
             But
             one
             way
             was
             to
             it
             .
          
           
             Then
             Agelaus
             to
             the
             Suiters
             said
             ,
          
           
             Why
             does
             not
             some
             man
             to
             that
             window
             hast
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             people
             cry
             aloud
             for
             aid
             ,
          
           
             That
             so
             this
             Shooter
             may
             have
             shot
             his
             last
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Meldntheus
             ,
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             t
             is
             in
             vain
             ;
          
           
             The
             street-door
             and
             the
             Court-gate
             stand
             so
             close
             ,
          
           
             That
             one
             good
             man
             the
             place
             may
             well
             maintain
          
           
             Against
             how
             many
             s'ever
             them
             oppose
             .
          
           
           
             But
             well
             ,
             I
             'll
             fetch
             you
             Armour
             ●o
             put
             on
             ,
          
           
             And
             weap●…s
             I
             will
             bring
             you
             out
             of
             hand
             .
          
           
             For
             where
             they
             by
             Ulysses
             a●d
             his
             Son
          
           
             Were
             laid
             ,
             I
             know
             the
             room
             and
             where
             they
             stand
             .
          
           
             Then
             up
             he
             went.
             Tw●…ve
             Buckl●rs
             he
             brings
             thence
             .
          
           
             As
             many
             Spe●●s
             ,
             as
             many
             Helmets
             too
             ▪
          
           
             The
             Su●●ers
             then
             prepar'd
             for
             ●heir
             defence
             ;
          
           
             And
             now
             Ulyss●s
             knew
             not
             what
             to
             do
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             ●elema●hus
             he
             turn'd
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Th'●ll
             women
             sure
             ,
             o●
             else
             Melanth●us
             has
          
           
             For
             th'Wooers
             gotten
             Arms
             and
             us
             betrai'd
             .
          
           
             No
             ,
             Father
             ,
             answer'd
             he
             ,
             my
             fault
             it
             was
             .
          
           
             The
             door
             I
             left
             u●…kt
             and
             but
             put
             to
             ,
          
           
             Which
             some
             body
             observ'd
             .
             Eum●…us
             now
          
           
             Go
             lock
             ●t
             fast
             W●thal
             consider
             who
             ,
          
           
             The
             women
             or
             Melanth●●s
             serv'd
             us
             so
             .
          
           
             Wh●…
             thus
             they
             talk
             ,
             Melantheus
             went
             once
             more
          
           
             To
             fetch
             down
             Arm●
             ▪
             〈◊〉
             saw
             him
             then
             ,
          
           
             And
             told
             Ulysses
             ,
             ●im
             we
             thought
             before
          
           
             To
             be
             the
             man
             ,
             is
             〈◊〉
             go
             〈◊〉
             a●en
             .
          
           
             Shall
             I
             go
             now
             and
             kill
             him
             (
             if
             so
             be
          
           
             I
             can
             )
             or
             bring
             him
             hither
             to
             you
             ,
             to
             endure
          
           
             What
             you
             think
             fit
             for
             all
             his
             villany
             ?
          
           
             Then
             said
             U●ysses
             ,
             We
             two
             will
             be
             sure
          
           
             Telemachus
             and
             I
             ,
             to
             keep
             these
             men
          
           
             From
             going
             out
             ,
             and
             therefore
             go
             you
             two
          
           
             And
             bind
             his
             hands
             and
             feet
             together
             .
             Then
          
           
             Betwixt
             his
             body
             and
             his
             legs
             put
             through
          
           
             A
             Rope
             ,
             and
             at
             his
             back
             tie
             boards
             :
             And
             so
          
           
             Close
             to
             a
             Pillar
             hoise
             him
             up
             on
             high
          
           
             Unto
             the
             beams
             of
             th'
             house
             ,
             that
             he
             may
             know
          
           
             His
             fault
             ,
             and
             feel
             his
             pain
             before
             he
             die
             .
          
           
             Then
             up
             they
             went
             ,
             and
             stood
             without
             the
             door
          
           
             On
             each
             side
             one
             .
             Melantheus
             was
             within
          
           
             At
             the
             far
             end
             ,
             looking
             for
             Armour
             more
             .
          
           
             And
             after
             there
             he
             long
             enough
             had
             been
             ,
          
           
             Out
             with
             a
             Helmet
             in
             one
             hand
             he
             came
             ,
          
           
             A
             Buckler
             in
             the
             other
             ,
             great
             but
             torn
             .
          
           
             La●rtes
             in
             his
             youth
             had
             born
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             But
             now
             with
             lying
             it
             was
             mouldy
             worn
             .
          
           
           
             As
             he
             came
             out
             they
             seiz'd
             him
             suddenly
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             again
             they
             drag'd
             him
             by
             the
             hair
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             his
             hands
             unto
             his
             feet
             they
             tie
             ,
          
           
             And
             up
             they
             hoise
             him
             as
             they
             bidden
             were
             .
          
           
             This
             done
             ,
             Eumaeus
             said
             unto
             him
             jeering
             ,
          
           
             In
             that
             soft
             bed
             ,
             Melantheus
             ,
             easily
          
           
             You
             will
             observe
             the
             Mornings
             first
             appearing
             ,
          
           
             That
             for
             the
             Woo'rs
             your
             Goats
             may
             ready
             be
             .
          
           
             Then
             armed
             both
             ,
             and
             locking
             up
             the
             Door
             ,
          
           
             And
             breathing
             courage
             to
             Ulysses
             come
             .
          
           
             So
             that
             upon
             the
             threshold
             there
             were
             four
             ;
          
           
             But
             many
             were
             the
             Suiters
             in
             the
             room
             .
          
           
             Then
             down
             unto
             
               Ulysses
               Pallas
            
             came
          
           
             In
             
             Mentor's
             shape
             ,
             to
             whom
             Ulysses
             said
             ,
          
           
             You
             are
             my
             friend
             ,
             and
             our
             age
             is
             the
             same
             ;
          
           
             For
             old
             acquaintance
             let
             me
             have
             your
             aid
             .
          
           
             Though
             thus
             he
             said
             ,
             he
             thought
             it
             Pallas
             still
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             clamor'd
             .
             Agelaus
             spake
             :
          
           
             Mentor
             beware
             ,
             the
             course
             you
             take
             is
             ill
          
           
             Against
             us
             all
             Ulysses
             part
             to
             take
             .
          
           
             For
             't
             is
             our
             purpose
             when
             these
             two
             are
             slain
          
           
             Father
             and
             Son
             ,
             that
             you
             the
             next
             shall
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             your
             rashness
             suffer
             shall
             the
             pain
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             Substance
             your
             own
             mix
             will
             we
             .
          
           
             Nor
             shall
             your
             Sons
             ,
             Daughters
             ,
             or
             Wife
             live
             here
             .
          
           
             Pallas
             was
             angry
             at
             these
             words
             of
             his
             ,
          
           
             And
             chid
             Ulysses
             then
             ,
             and
             askt
             him
             where
          
           
             His
             Courage
             was
             .
             And
             what
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             is
             this
          
           
             The
             man
             that
             bravely
             sought
             nine
             years
             at
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             And
             kill'd
             in
             fight
             so
             many
             gallant
             men
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             whose
             prudence
             did
             the
             Town
             destroy
             ;
          
           
             And
             whines
             so
             at
             his
             coming
             home
             again
             ?
          
           
             Come
             hither
             Milk-sop
             ,
             says
             she
             ,
             stand
             by
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             your
             old
             friend
             Mentor
             shall
             require
          
           
             The
             kindness
             you
             have
             shewn
             him
             ,
             you
             shall
             see
             .
          
           
             Yet
             presently
             she
             would
             not
             end
             the
             fight
             .
          
           
             For
             further
             yet
             she
             would
             the
             courage
             try
          
           
             Both
             of
             Ulysses
             and
             Telemachus
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             Swallows
             shape
             she
             up
             did
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             sat
             upon
             a
             black
             Beam
             of
             the
             House
             .
          
           
           
             Mean
             while
             the
             Suiters
             by
             Ag●laus
             ,
          
           
             Amphimedon
             and
             Demopt●lemus
             ,
          
           
             
               Eurynomus
               ,
               Pisandrus
               ,
               Polybus
            
          
           
             The
             best
             of
             all
             the
             Suiters
             in
             the
             House
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             many
             had
             been
             killed
             with
             the
             Bowe
             )
          
           
             Encourag'd
             were
             .
             Friends
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             let
             's
             be
             bold
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             them
             all
             our
             good
             Spears
             let
             us
             throw
             .
          
           
             So
             shall
             we
             make
             the
             man
             his
             hands
             to
             hold
             .
          
           
             Mentor
             with
             theirs
             ,
             his
             fortune
             will
             not
             mix
             ,
          
           
             He
             and
             those
             hopes
             are
             gone
             .
             Upon
             the
             Sill
          
           
             There
             are
             but
             four
             .
             Let
             's
             throw
             at
             once
             but
             six
             ,
          
           
             That
             if
             Jove
             please
             ,
             we
             may
             Ulysses
             kill
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             is
             gone
             ,
             the
             rest
             we
             need
             not
             fear
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             all
             approved
             this
             advise
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             they
             lanced
             ev'ry
             man
             his
             Spear
             ;
          
           
             But
             Pallas
             made
             it
             fall
             out
             otherwise
             .
          
           
             For
             from
             the
             Beam
             she
             soon
             blew
             here
             and
             there
          
           
             The
             flying
             staves
             ,
             whereof
             one
             hit
             the
             door
             ;
          
           
             The
             two
             side
             posts
             ,
             and
             the
             walls
             wounded
             were
             .
          
           
             When
             of
             the
             Spears
             the
             danger
             was
             past
             o're
             ,
          
           
             Then
             said
             Ulysses
             ,
             Now
             our
             turn
             it
             is
          
           
             To
             cast
             our
             Spears
             at
             this
             unruly
             rout
             ;
          
           
             That
             not
             content
             with
             former
             injuries
          
           
             Do
             what
             they
             can
             to
             take
             our
             lives
             to
             boot
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             and
             taking
             aim
             ,
             their
             Spears
             they
             threw
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             killed
             Demoptolemus
             .
          
           
             
               Telemachus
               Euryades
            
             then
             slew
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             with
             his
             Spear
             kill'd
             Elatu●
             .
          
           
             Pisandrus
             by
             Philoetius
             was
             slain
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             then
             to
             the
             rooms
             end
             retreat
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             four
             gave
             time
             to
             take
             again
          
           
             The
             Spears
             that
             in
             the
             wounds
             were
             sticking
             yet
             .
          
           
             Again
             they
             lanced
             ev'ry
             man
             his
             Spear
             .
          
           
             The
             Swallow
             on
             the
             Beam
             still
             puts
             them
             by
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             door
             ,
             walls
             ,
             posts
             receiv'd
             they
             were
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             and
             Eumaeus
             only
          
           
             Had
             little
             scratches
             ;
             one
             upon
             the
             Wrist
             .
          
           
             Eumaeus
             on
             the
             shoulder
             .
             But
             the
             skin
          
           
             Scarce
             broken
             was
             .
             And
             both
             the
             other
             mist.
          
           
             And
             then
             the
             four
             amongst
             the
             throng
             threw
             in
          
           
           
             Their
             Spears
             again
             .
             And
             then
             Ulysses
             slew
          
           
             
               Eury
               am●●
            
             And
             by
             Telemachus
          
           
             Was
             sla●n
             
               Amphi●edon
               .
               Eum●us
            
             threw
             ,
          
           
             And
             killed
             
               Polybus
               Ph●●oetius
            
          
           
             Then
             smot
             Ctesippus
             and
             through
             pierc'd
             his
             brest
             ,
          
           
             And
             over
             him
             insulting
             thus
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             Bold
             Prater
             that
             in
             love
             art
             with
             thy
             jest
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             say
             any
             thing
             art
             not
             afraid
             ,
          
           
             For
             the
             Cows
             foot
             
               t'
               〈◊〉
            
             thrown
             take
             that
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             kill'd
             too
             Damasto●ides
             .
          
           
             
               Telemachus
               Le●ocrat●s
            
             laid
             flat
          
           
             With
             Spear
             in
             hand
             .
             When
             they
             had
             killed
             these
             ,
          
           
             Pallas
             aloft
             held
             forth
             her
             frightful
             shield
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             as
             Cattle
             stung
             with
             a
             gad-fly
             ,
          
           
             In
             heat
             of
             Summer
             run
             about
             the
             field
             ,
          
           
             So
             round
             about
             the
             Hall
             the
             Suiters
             flie
          
           
             As
             when
             the
             Vultures
             stoop
             down
             from
             the
             Hill
          
           
             Upon
             the
             Fowl
             ;
             these
             couch
             close
             to
             the
             plain
             ,
          
           
             Threatned
             with
             heavy
             Clouds
             ,
             they
             slay
             and
             kill
             ,
          
           
             These
             cannot
             fly
             away
             ,
             nor
             turn
             again
             ;
          
           
             So
             they
             upon
             the
             Suiters
             fiercely
             fall
             ,
          
           
             And
             winding
             with
             them
             as
             they
             shift
             their
             ground
             ,
          
           
             They
             killing
             went.
             All
             gore-blood
             was
             the
             Hall
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             with
             thumps
             and
             groans
             a
             dismal
             sound
             .
          
           
             Leiodes
             then
             kneel'd
             at
             Ulysses
             feet
          
           
             To
             beg
             his
             life
             .
             I
             came
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             as
             Priest
             ,
          
           
             And
             told
             them
             their
             behaviour
             was
             unmeet
             ,
          
           
             And
             always
             gave
             them
             counsel
             to
             desist
             .
          
           
             But
             nothing
             that
             I
             said
             would
             they
             obey
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             their
             own
             destruction
             Authors
             are
             .
          
           
             There
             's
             not
             a
             woman
             in
             the
             house
             can
             say
          
           
             I
             did
             amiss
             .
             Must
             I
             like
             these
             men
             fare
             ?
          
           
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             with
             a
             sour
             look
             said
             ,
          
           
             Did
             you
             come
             with
             the
             Suiters
             as
             their
             Priest
             ?
          
           
             Then
             surely
             for
             them
             you
             have
             also
             prai'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             of
             my
             coming
             home
             I
             should
             have
             mist
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             these
             men
             you
             daily
             might
             here
             board
          
           
             Your self
             ,
             your
             wife
             ,
             and
             children
             .
             Therefore
             die
             .
          
           
             With
             that
             he
             took
             up
             Agelaus
             Sword
             ,
          
           
             Which
             when
             he
             di'd
             fell
             from
             him
             and
             lay
             by
             .
          
           
           
             And
             with
             it
             at
             a
             stroke
             cut
             off
             his
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             But
             Phemius
             the
             Minstrel
             scaped
             free
             .
          
           
             For
             thither
             he
             came
             not
             for
             meat
             or
             bread
             ;
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             forc'd
             him
             of
             necessity
             .
          
           
             He
             had
             his
             Fiddle
             in
             his
             hand
             ,
             and
             stood
          
           
             Within
             the
             door
             ,
             and
             studi'd
             what
             to
             do
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             unto
             Ulysses
             go
             he
             shou'd
             ,
          
           
             Or
             out
             a
             door
             unto
             the
             Altar
             go
          
           
             ●'th
             '
             Court
             ,
             whereon
             with
             many
             a
             sat
             beast
          
           
             Ulysses
             oft
             devoutly
             had
             serv'd
             Jove
             .
          
           
             And
             having
             paus'd
             ,
             at
             ●ast
             he
             thought
             it
             best
          
           
             To
             go
             t'Ulysses
             and
             his
             mer●y
             prove
             .
          
           
             Then
             down
             he
             laid
             his
             Fiddle
             on
             the
             floor
             ,
          
           
             Between
             the
             Temp'rer
             and
             a
             studded
             Chair
             ,
          
           
             Then
             went
             and
             sell
             upon
             his
             knees
             before
          
           
             Ulysses
             ,
             and
             thus
             to
             him
             made
             his
             prayer
             .
          
           
             Save
             me
             ●lysses
             ,
             and
             consider
             that
          
           
             If
             you
             me
             s●●y
             ,
             ●t
             after
             you
             will
             grieve
             .
          
           
             I
             am
             a
             Singer
             ,
             but
             was
             never
             taught
             .
          
           
             For
             Song
             to
             me
             ●he
             Gods
             did
             freely
             give
             .
          
           
             I
             sing
             to
             Gods
             and
             men
             ,
             and
             have
             the
             skill
          
           
             To
             sing
             to
             you
             as
             to
             a
             God.
             Therefore
          
           
             Of
             cutting
             off
             my
             head
             lay●…y
             the
             will.
          
           
             Bes●…es
             ,
             〈◊〉
             can
             tell
             you
             more
             ;
          
           
             I
             was
             not
             〈◊〉
             her
             drawn
             with
             smell
             of
             roast
             .
          
           
             But
             many
             men
             and
             strong
             brought
             me
             by
             fo●ce
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             that
             knew
             this
             was
             no
             boast
             ,
          
           
             Cri'd
             out
             ,
             Hold
             Father
             ,
             '
             t●s
             not
             our
             best
             course
          
           
             To
             slay
             the
             innocent
             ,
             and
             I
             w●uld
             ●ain
          
           
             Save
             Me●on
             too
             ,
             that
             lov'd
             me
             from
             a
             Boy
             ,
          
           
             And
             took
             care
             ●f
             ●e
             ,
             if
             he
             be
             not
             slain
          
           
             By
             coming
             in
             your
             or
             your
             Servants
             way
             .
          
           
             Under
             a
             Seat
             〈◊〉
             himself
             had
             laid
             .
          
           
             And
             wrapt
             him●el●
             up
             in
             a
             raw
             Cow-hide
             ,
          
           
             And
             hearing
             what
             T●…achus
             had
             said
             ,
          
           
             Skipt
             nimbly
             ou●
             ,
             ●●s
             C●w
             skin
             cast
             aside
             ,
          
           
             And
             falling
             at
             Telem●…
             his
             〈◊〉
          
           
             He
             to
             him
             said
             ,
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             here
             I
             stand
             .
          
           
             Fo●●ear
             I
             pray
             〈◊〉
             to
             you
             Fath●●
             be
          
           
             A
             means
             that
             also
             he
             may
             hold
             his
             hand
             .
          
           
           
             For
             whilst
             his
             anger
             'gainst
             the
             Suiters
             staid
             ,
          
           
             That
             wasted
             have
             his
             goods
             ,
             and
             him
             despis'd
             ,
          
           
             Killing
             each
             way
             about
             him
             ,
             I
             'm
             afraid
          
           
             He
             might
             perhaps
             kill
             me
             too
             unadvis'd
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             hearing
             answer'd
             thus
             agen
             ,
          
           
             Take
             courage
             man.
             There
             is
             no
             danger
             nigh
             .
          
           
             And
             this
             remember
             and
             tell
             other
             men
          
           
             That
             Justice
             better
             thrives
             than
             Knavery
             .
          
           
             Go
             now
             into
             the
             Court
             and
             stay
             without
          
           
             Both
             you
             and
             Phemius
             ,
             that
             I
             may
             do
          
           
             The
             bus'ness
             in
             the
             house
             I
             am
             about
             .
          
           
             Then
             out
             into
             the
             Court
             away
             they
             go
             .
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             Altar
             of
             the
             God
             they
             sat
          
           
             Looking
             about
             ,
             still
             searing
             to
             be
             slain
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             to
             be
             sure
             that
             none
             remain
          
           
             Alive
             ,
             and
             under
             Seats
             or
             Tables
             squat
             ,
          
           
             Searcht
             well
             the
             Hall
             ,
             and
             found
             they
             all
             were
             dead
             .
          
           
             As
             fishes
             on
             the
             shore
             lie
             out
             ,
             and
             by
          
           
             The
             heat
             of
             Phaethon
             be
             murdered
             ,
          
           
             So
             did
             the
             Woo'rs
             one
             on
             another
             lie
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             
               Telemachus
               Ulysses
            
             said
             ,
          
           
             Tell
             Euryclea
             I
             would
             speak
             with
             her
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             his
             Father
             straight
             obey'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             scraped
             at
             the
             door
             that
             she
             might
             hear
             .
          
           
             Nurse
             (
             says
             he
             )
             Mother
             of
             the
             Maids
             come
             out
             .
          
           
             My
             Father
             to
             you
             somewhat
             has
             to
             say
             .
          
           
             She
             heard
             him
             well
             ,
             and
             presently
             without
          
           
             More
             words
             the
             door
             she
             open'd
             with
             her
             Key
             .
          
           
             And
             found
             Ulysses
             standing
             'mongst
             the
             dead
          
           
             Besmear'd
             with
             blood
             .
             As
             when
             a
             Lion
             has
          
           
             Upon
             a
             Cow
             at
             pasture
             newly
             fed
             ,
          
           
             With
             goary
             brest
             and
             chaps
             ;
             so
             dight
             he
             was
             ,
          
           
             Th'
             old
             woman
             there
             beholding
             so
             much
             blood
             ,
          
           
             And
             Carcasses
             so
             many
             lying
             dead
             ,
          
           
             At
             such
             a
             mighty
             work
             amazed
             stood
             ;
          
           
             And
             was
             about
             to
             whoop
             ,
             but
             hindered
          
           
             Was
             by
             Ulysses
             .
             Hold
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             within
          
           
             Your
             joy
             ,
             and
             let
             it
             not
             appear
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             To
             glory
             over
             dead
             men
             is
             a
             sin
             .
          
           
             These
             men
             the
             Gods
             ,
             and
             their
             own
             sins
             have
             slain
             .
          
           
           
             For
             neither
             from
             above
             they
             fear'd
             the
             Gods
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             men
             respected
             good
             or
             bad
             beneath
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             now
             have
             felt
             the
             Heav'nly
             Rods
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             upon
             themselves
             untimely
             death
             .
          
           
             But
             tell
             me
             Nurse
             how
             many
             women
             be
          
           
             That
             me
             dishonour
             and
             do
             wickedness
             .
          
           
             Fifty
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             do
             serve
             Penelope
             ,
          
           
             And
             learn
             to
             work
             and
             wait
             ,
             no
             more
             nor
             less
             .
          
           
             Of
             these
             there
             twelve
             be
             that
             are
             impudent
             ,
          
           
             And
             care
             not
             for
             me
             ,
             nor
             Penelope
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             was
             young
             ;
             the
             Government
          
           
             To
             him
             of
             Maids
             might
             not
             well
             trusted
             be
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             I
             'll
             to
             my
             Ladies
             Chamber
             go
             ,
          
           
             Where
             she
             's
             asleep
             .
             Some
             God
             has
             clos'd
             her
             eyes
             .
          
           
             To
             tell
             her
             you
             are
             here
             .
             But
             he
             said
             ,
             No
             ;
          
           
             First
             call
             those
             women
             who
             do
             me
             despise
             ,
          
           
             And
             have
             behav'd
             themselves
             dishonestly
             .
          
           
             Euryclea
             obeys
             ,
             and
             goes
             her
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             call'd
             those
             women
             ;
             Come
             away
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             i'
             th'
             Hall
             does
             for
             you
             stay
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             Ulysses
             call'd
             Telemachus
          
           
             Unto
             him
             ,
             and
             his
             saithful
             Servants
             two
             ,
          
           
             Trusty
             Eumaeus
             and
             Philoetius
             ;
          
           
             Hear
             me
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             what
             I
             would
             have
             you
             do
             .
          
           
             Make
             these
             lewd
             women
             carry
             hence
             the
             dead
             ,
          
           
             The
             Chairs
             and
             Tables
             in
             the
             Hall
             make
             clean
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             that
             bus'ness
             they
             have
             finished
             ,
          
           
             Into
             the
             Court
             make
             them
             go
             forth
             agen
             ,
          
           
             Into
             that
             narrow
             place
             'twixt
             th'
             house
             and
             hedge
             ,
          
           
             Till
             they
             forget
             the
             Suiters
             Venery
             ,
          
           
             Make
             them
             of
             your
             sharp
             Swords
             to
             feel
             the
             edge
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             their
             stoln
             unclean
             delight
             to
             die
             .
          
           
             Then
             came
             the
             women
             down
             into
             the
             Hall
          
           
             Wailing
             ,
             and
             tears
             abundantly
             they
             shed
             ,
          
           
             And
             presently
             unto
             their
             work
             they
             fall
             .
          
           
             Into
             the
             Porch
             they
             carry
             out
             the
             dead
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             giving
             order
             standeth
             by
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             then
             and
             Phtloetius
             ,
          
           
             Also
             Eumaeus
             do
             with
             shovels
             ply
          
           
             The
             Pavement
             dawb'd
             with
             blood
             ,
             and
             cle●nse
             the
             house
             ,
          
           
           
             Scraping
             together
             dust
             and
             blood
             ;
             and
             that
          
           
             The
             women
             also
             carry
             out
             adore
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             this
             bus'ne●s
             now
             an
             end
             was
             at
             ,
          
           
             There
             rested
             for
             them
             yet
             one
             bus'ness
             more
             .
          
           
             They
             brought
             them
             thence
             into
             the
             narrow
             place
             ,
          
           
             From
             whence
             there
             was
             no
             hope
             at
             all
             to
             fly
             .
          
           
             You
             ,
             said
             Telemachus
             ,
             for
             the
             disgrace
          
           
             Done
             to
             me
             and
             my
             Mother
             ,
             must
             not
             die
          
           
             An
             honest
             death
             .
             This
             having
             said
             ,
             he
             stretcht
          
           
             Between
             two
             Pillars
             high
             a
             great
             strong
             Rope
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             their
             feet
             the
             ground
             could
             not
             be
             reacht
             .
          
           
             Hung
             there
             ,
             they
             sprawl'd
             awhile
             ,
             but
             could
             not
             drop
             .
          
           
             Then
             down
             they
             drag'd
             Melantheus
             ;
             and
             his
             Nose
          
           
             And
             Ears
             with
             cruel
             steel
             from
             's
             head
             they
             tear
             ;
          
           
             And
             b●ake
             his
             Arms
             and
             Legs
             with
             many
             blows
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Dogs
             to
             ear
             they
             threw
             his
             Gear
             .
          
           
             Their
             work
             now
             done
             ,
             they
             washt
             their
             hands
             &
             feet
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             Ulyss●s
             in
             the
             Hall
             they
             went
             ,
          
           
             Who
             having
             found
             the
             place
             not
             very
             sweet
             ,
          
           
             For
             Br●mstone
             ca●…d
             to
             take
             away
             the
             sent
             .
          
           
             Eurycl●a
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             fetch
             Brimstone
             hither
             ,
          
           
             And
             F●●e
             ,
             and
             also
             wake
             P●n●lope
             ;
          
           
             And
             bid
             he●
             Ma●●s
             come
             to
             me
             all
             together
             ,
          
           
             Bu●
             hasten
             them
             to
             come
             .
             Then
             answer'd
             she
             ,
          
           
             Dear
             Child
             ,
             't
             is
             well
             said
             .
             But
             first
             let
             me
             go
          
           
             And
             bring
             you
             better
             Cloaths
             ,
             a
             Coat
             and
             Vest.
          
           
             These
             Rags
             become
             you
             not
             .
             Then
             said
             he
             ,
             No.
          
           
             Bring
             me
             fire
             first
             ,
             and
             after
             d●
             th●
             rest
             .
          
           
             Then
             fire
             she
             brough
             and
             Brimstone
             presently
             ,
          
           
             Wherewith
             he
             aired
             both
             the
             Court
             and
             Hall.
          
           
             The
             Nurse
             then
             up
             goes
             to
             the
             Rooms
             on
             high
          
           
             To
             call
             the
             Maids
             .
             T'Ulysses
             they
             came
             all
             .
          
           
             They
             weep
             and
             sob
             ,
             and
             all
             embrace
             Ulysses
             ,
          
           
             And
             kiss
             his
             head
             and
             shoulders
             ,
             shake
             his
             hand
             ;
          
           
             And
             he
             again
             saluteth
             them
             with
             kisses
             .
          
           
             Weeping
             for
             joy
             they
             all
             about
             him
             stand
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           LIB
           .
           XXIII
           .
        
         
           
             TH'
             old
             woman
             to
             the
             upper
             Rooms
             ascended
             ,
          
           
             To
             wake
             Penelope
             ,
             and
             let
             her
             know
          
           
             Her
             Husband
             was
             return'd
             .
             Her
             joy
             amended
          
           
             Much
             had
             her
             pace
             ,
             and
             well
             she
             ambled
             now
             .
          
           
             And
             standing
             at
             her
             head
             ,
             Rise
             Child
             said
             she
             ;
          
           
             The
             Gods
             at
             last
             have
             granted
             you
             your
             wishes
             .
          
           
             Come
             down
             into
             the
             Hall
             ,
             where
             you
             shall
             see
          
           
             The
             so
             long
             by
             you
             wisht-for
             man
             Ulysses
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             he
             has
             killed
             ev'ry
             one
             ,
          
           
             Who
             needs
             the
             Stewards
             of
             his
             house
             would
             be
             ,
          
           
             In
             despight
             of
             Telemachus
             his
             Son
             ;
          
           
             And
             live
             upon
             his
             Substance
             lavishly
             .
          
           
             To
             her
             again
             Penelope
             thus
             spake
             :
          
           
             The
             Gods
             ,
             Euryclea
             ,
             sure
             have
             made
             you
             mad
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             can
             wise
             men
             fools
             ,
             and
             fools
             wise
             make
             :
          
           
             The
             Gods
             have
             done
             you
             hurt
             ,
             more
             wit
             you
             had
             .
          
           
             You
             do
             me
             wrong
             ,
             that
             know
             how
             little
             sleep
          
           
             I
             have
             enjoyed
             since
             he
             went
             to
             Troy.
          
           
             I
             never
             so
             well
             slept
             since
             ,
             but
             still
             weep
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             you
             come
             and
             wake
             me
             with
             a
             toy
             .
          
           
             Be
             gone
             ,
             if
             't
             had
             been
             any
             Maid
             but
             you
          
           
             I
             should
             have
             sent
             her
             not
             well
             pleas'd
             away
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             your
             age
             some
             more
             respect
             is
             due
             .
          
           
             Go
             down
             again
             into
             the
             House
             you
             may
             .
          
           
             Dear
             Child
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             I
             mock
             not
             ,
             for
             't
             is
             true
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             is
             i'
             th'
             house
             .
             That
             Stranger
             's
             he
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             and
             no
             man
             else
             him
             knew
             .
          
           
             And
             known
             to
             others
             would
             not
             let
             him
             be
             ,
          
           
             Till
             they
             these
             proud
             and
             naughty
             men
             had
             kill'd
             .
          
           
             Penelope
             then
             starting
             from
             the
             bed
          
           
           
             Embrac'd
             the
             Nurse
             ;
             her
             eyes
             with
             tears
             were
             fill●d
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             yet
             doubtful
             still
             she
             questioned
             .
          
           
             Euryclea
             is
             all
             this
             true
             you
             say
             ?
          
           
             Is
             he
             indeed
             come
             home
             ?
             Be
             serious
             .
          
           
             How
             could
             he
             the
             proud
             Suiters
             all
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             He
             being
             but
             one
             ,
             they
             many
             in
             the
             House
             ?
          
           
             Nor
             saw
             ,
             nor
             askt
             I
             ,
             but
             I
             heard
             the
             groans
          
           
             Of
             dying
             men
             ;
             for
             up
             we
             all
             were
             shut
          
           
             Within
             our
             doors
             ,
             and
             lookt
             up
             all
             at
             once
             ;
          
           
             And
             of
             our
             lives
             into
             a
             fear
             were
             put
             ;
          
           
             Till
             me
             your
             Son
             Telemachus
             call'd
             out
          
           
             To
             come
             t'Ulysses
             .
             In
             the
             Hall
             he
             stood
             .
          
           
             And
             there
             in
             heaps
             the
             slain
             lay
             him
             about
             ,
          
           
             That
             like
             a
             Lion
             stood
             besmear'd
             with
             blood
             ;
          
           
             You
             would
             have
             joy'd
             to
             see
             him
             .
             Now
             they
             lie
          
           
             I'
             th
             Court
             all
             in
             one
             heap
             .
             But
             busie
             he
          
           
             Is
             airing
             of
             the
             house
             ,
             a
             great
             sire
             by
             ;
          
           
             And
             for
             to
             call
             you
             hither
             has
             sent
             me
             .
          
           
             But
             come
             ,
             that
             in
             each
             other
             you
             may
             joy
             .
          
           
             For
             now
             at
             last
             your
             wishes
             granted
             be
             ;
          
           
             Ulysses
             come
             ;
             your
             Son
             is
             past
             a
             Boy
             ;
          
           
             And
             their
             revenge
             upon
             the
             Woo'rs
             they
             see
             .
          
           
             Nurse
             ,
             answer'd
             she
             ,
             triumph
             not
             out
             of
             Season
             .
          
           
             For
             to
             be
             glad
             to
             see
             him
             in
             the
             house
             ,
          
           
             You
             know
             there
             none
             is
             that
             have
             so
             much
             reason
             ,
          
           
             As
             I
             have
             and
             our
             Son
             Telemachus
             .
          
           
             But
             't
             is
             not
             truth
             you
             tell
             me
             .
             What
             you
             say
          
           
             Will
             come
             at
             last
             to
             nothing
             else
             but
             this
             ,
          
           
             It
             was
             some
             God
             that
             did
             the
             Suiters
             slay
             ,
          
           
             Hating
             the
             sight
             of
             what
             they
             did
             amiss
             .
          
           
             There
             never
             man
             came
             to
             them
             that
             can
             boast
          
           
             He
             parted
             from
             them
             without
             injuries
             .
          
           
             So
             by
             their
             wickedness
             their
             lives
             they
             lost
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             may
             have
             perisht
             for
             all
             this
             .
          
           
             Euryclea
             to
             this
             again
             repli'd
             ,
          
           
             Dear
             Child
             ,
             what
             words
             are
             these
             that
             from
             you
             come
             ?
          
           
             
             Ulysses
             ●●ards
             ●th
             '
             Hall
             at
             the
             fires
             side
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             you
             say
             he
             never
             will
             come
             home
             .
          
           
             But
             well
             ,
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             now
             a
             surer
             signe
             :
          
           
             When
             I
             was
             washing
             of
             his
             legs
             and
             feet
             ,
          
           
           
             I
             saw
             where
             th'wound
             was
             giv'n
             him
             by
             the
             Swine
             ;
          
           
             And
             had
             then
             told
             you
             had
             he
             thought
             it
             meet
             .
          
           
             But
             with
             his
             hand
             for
             that
             cause
             stopt
             my
             breath
             .
          
           
             Come
             ,
             I
             will
             lay
             my
             life
             on
             't
             willingly
             .
          
           
             If
             it
             be
             false
             put
             me
             to
             cruel
             death
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             ,
             Penelope
             did
             then
             reply
             ,
          
           
             The
             purpose
             of
             the
             Gods
             ,
             wise
             though
             you
             be
             ,
          
           
             You
             know
             not
             ,
             Nurse
             .
             But
             I
             'll
             go
             to
             my
             Son
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             upon
             the
             place
             with
             him
             I
             'll
             see
          
           
             What
             men
             are
             slain
             ,
             and
             who
             the
             deed
             has
             done
             .
          
           
             Then
             down
             she
             went
             consulting
             in
             her
             brest
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             at
             distance
             it
             were
             best
             to
             try
             ,
          
           
             Or
             else
             directly
             go
             unto
             the
             Guest
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             receive
             and
             kiss
             him
             presently
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             into
             the
             Hall
             she
             entred
             was
             ,
          
           
             Where
             sitting
             was
             Ulysses
             in
             the
             light
          
           
             Of
             a
             good
             fire
             ,
             she
             went
             and
             took
             a
             place
             ,
          
           
             That
             was
             to
             where
             he
             sat
             just
             opposite
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             lookt
             o'
             th'
             ground
             expecting
             what
          
           
             His
             wife
             would
             say
             ,
             but
             long
             time
             she
             spake
             not
             .
          
           
             But
             gazing
             on
             her
             husband
             mute
             she
             sat
             ,
          
           
             As
             one
             that
             's
             in
             a
             trance
             ,
             and
             has
             no
             thought
             .
          
           
             But
             by
             and
             by
             surveying
             him
             she
             thought
          
           
             'T
             was
             he
             .
             But
             seeing
             him
             so
             ill
             arraid
             ,
          
           
             Her
             mind
             was
             chang'd
             .
             She
             thought
             that
             he
             't
             was
             not
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             his
             Mother
             chid
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Mother
             ,
             hard-hearted
             Mother
             and
             unkind
             ,
          
           
             Why
             sit
             you
             at
             such
             distance
             from
             my
             Father
             ,
          
           
             And
             have
             so
             little
             care
             to
             know
             his
             mind
             ?
          
           
             When
             many
             Questions
             you
             should
             ask
             him
             rather
             .
          
           
             Another
             woman
             would
             not
             keep
             off
             so
          
           
             From
             her
             own
             Husband
             that
             away
             had
             staid
          
           
             Twenty
             years
             long
             ,
             and
             suffer'd
             so
             much
             woe
             ,
          
           
             But
             at
             their
             meeting
             somewhat
             would
             have
             said
             .
          
           
             Son
             (
             said
             she
             then
             )
             I
             am
             astonisht
             so
             ,
          
           
             I
             cannot
             speak
             ,
             nor
             look
             him
             in
             the
             face
             .
          
           
             But
             whether
             he
             Ulysses
             be
             or
             no
             ,
          
           
             I
             shall
             be
             certain
             in
             a
             little
             space
             ,
          
           
             For
             we
             have
             signes
             between
             us
             of
             our
             own
             ,
          
           
             Which
             we
             shall
             soon
             know
             〈◊〉
             mother
             by
             ,
          
           
           
             That
             to
             none
             living
             but
             our selves
             are
             known
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             to
             his
             Son
             then
             smilingly
          
           
             Said
             ,
             Let
             
               (
               Telemachus
            
             )
             your
             Mother
             try
             me
             ,
          
           
             Perhaps
             she
             know
             me
             better
             will
             anon
             .
          
           
             The
             cause
             why
             now
             so
             little
             she
             sets
             by
             me
             ,
          
           
             Is
             that
             I
             have
             ill-favour'd
             Garments
             on
             .
          
           
             But
             now-let
             you
             and
             I
             look
             well
             about
             .
          
           
             Who
             kills
             one
             man
             ,
             unless
             great
             friends
             he
             have
             ,
          
           
             Must
             leave
             his
             Kin
             and
             Country
             ,
             and
             go
             out
             .
          
           
             But
             we
             have
             kill'd
             both
             many
             men
             and
             brave
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             consider
             what
             is
             to
             be
             done
             .
          
           
             Father
             (
             said
             he
             )
             let
             that
             be
             your
             own
             eare
             .
          
           
             So
             wise
             as
             you
             are
             men
             say
             there
             is
             none
             .
          
           
             Our
             hands
             to
             do
             your
             pleasure
             ready
             are
             .
          
           
             Why
             then
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             what
             is
             best
             to
             do
             .
          
           
             Put
             on
             your
             Coats
             ;
             and
             let
             the
             women
             all
          
           
             Into
             the
             Hall
             in
             their
             best
             Garments
             go
             ;
          
           
             The
             Minstrel
             play
             ;
             and
             they
             to
             dancing
             sall
             ;
          
           
             That
             he
             that
             stands
             without
             ,
             or
             dwelleth
             nigh
          
           
             Unto
             the
             house
             ,
             or
             travelleth
             that
             way
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             shall
             hear
             such
             mirth
             and
             melody
             ,
          
           
             May
             think
             ,
             This
             surely
             is
             the
             Wedding-day
             .
          
           
             That
             so
             before
             this
             slaughter
             Fame
             have
             spread
             ,
          
           
             Depart
             we
             may
             from
             hence
             into
             the
             field
             ,
          
           
             And
             'gainst
             the
             people
             of
             the
             Town
             make
             head
             ,
          
           
             And
             take
             such
             counsel
             more
             as
             Jove
             shall
             yield
             .
          
           
             When
             this
             was
             said
             ,
             the
             men
             their
             Coats
             put
             on
             .
          
           
             The
             Damsels
             dress
             themselves
             ,
             the
             Minstrel
             sung
          
           
             And
             plaid
             upon
             his
             Fiddle
             ,
             and
             each
             one
          
           
             To
             dancing
             fell
             ,
             with
             it
             the
             Palace
             rung
             .
          
           
             And
             one
             that
             heard
             this
             as
             he
             stood
             without
             ,
          
           
             Said
             to
             another
             by
             him
             ,
             She
             is
             Marri'd
             .
          
           
             Fie
             ,
             Fie
             ,
             she
             could
             no
             longer
             now
             hold
             out
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             he
             ,
             ignorant
             how
             things
             were
             carri'd
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             Ulysses
             bath'd
             and
             oynted
             is
          
           
             B'Eurynome
             ,
             and
             also
             richly
             clad
          
           
             With
             a
             fair
             Robe
             and
             Coat
             .
             And
             beside
             this
             ,
          
           
             Taller
             and
             greater
             Pallas
             made
             him
             had
             .
          
           
             And
             varnished
             with
             black
             his
             curled
             head
             .
          
           
             As
             one
             by
             Vulcan
             and
             Athena
             taught
          
           
           
             Gold-upon
             Silver
             skilfully
             had
             spread
             ;
          
           
             So
             Pallas
             on
             Ulysses
             beauty
             wrought
             .
          
           
             Then
             from
             the
             Bath
             he
             like
             a
             God
             came
             in
             ,
          
           
             And
             sat
             him
             down
             before
             his
             wife
             again
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             her
             to
             discourse
             did
             thus
             begin
             .
          
           
             Woman
             (
             said
             he
             )
             to
             speak
             to
             you
             is
             vain
             .
          
           
             Above
             all
             women
             hardned
             is
             your
             heart
             .
          
           
             What
             woman
             else
             that
             had
             her
             Husband
             seen
          
           
             After
             twice
             ten
             years
             absence
             thus
             apart
          
           
             From
             him
             to
             sit
             ,
             contented
             would
             have
             been
             ?
          
           
             Make
             me
             a
             Bed
             ,
             Nurse
             ,
             what
             should
             I
             do
             here
             ?
          
           
             Man
             ,
             said
             Penelope
             .
             Nor
             mightily
          
           
             I
             magnifie
             nor
             scorn
             you
             .
             What
             you
             were
          
           
             When
             you
             went
             hence
             ,
             full
             well
             remember
             I.
          
           
             But
             go
             ,
             Nurse
             ,
             make
             for
             him
             the
             bed
             that
             he
          
           
             Himself
             fram'd
             ,
             by
             the
             Chamber-door
             without
             .
          
           
             Thus
             said
             she
             ,
             but
             to
             try
             if
             that
             were
             he
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             griev'd
             him
             to
             the
             heart
             ,
             and
             made
             him
             doubt
             .
          
           
             Woman
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             who
             has
             remov'd
             my
             bed
             ?
          
           
             It
             cannot
             be
             but
             by
             a
             force
             Divine
             .
          
           
             With
             my
             own
             hands
             't
             was
             wrought
             and
             finished
             ,
          
           
             To
             th'
             end
             thereby
             it
             might
             be
             known
             for
             mine
             .
          
           
             I'
             th'
             Court
             an
             Olive-tree
             stood
             great
             and
             tall
             ,
          
           
             Thick
             as
             a
             Pillar
             .
             I
             about
             it
             made
          
           
             A
             Chamber
             .
             Of
             good
             stone
             I
             made
             the
             wall
             .
          
           
             And
             cutting
             off
             the
             boughs
             the
             roof
             I
             laid
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             wall
             a
             good
             strong
             door
             I
             form
             .
          
           
             When
             this
             done
             ,
             I
             cut
             up
             by
             the
             root
             ,
          
           
             And
             smóoth'd
             with
             Iron
             Tools
             a
             lusty
             Corm
             ,
          
           
             And
             setting
             it
             upright
             fixt
             the
             bed
             to
             't
             ,
          
           
             And
             pierc'd
             the
             wood
             with
             wimbles
             where
             't
             was
             meet
             ,
          
           
             And
             laid
             on
             Silver
             ,
             Gold
             ,
             and
             Ivory
             .
          
           
             A
             purple-thong
             unto
             the
             door
             I
             fit
             .
          
           
             This
             is
             the
             signe
             for
             you
             to
             know
             me
             by
             .
          
           
             Whether
             it
             still
             remain
             I
             cannot
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Or
             ta'ne
             away
             and
             down
             be
             cut
             the
             Tree
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             and
             she
             the
             signe
             remembring
             well
             ,
          
           
             The
             tears
             rowl'd
             from
             her
             eyes
             .
             Thus
             weeping
             she
          
           
             Acknowledgeth
             and
             runneth
             to
             Ulysses
             ,
          
           
             About
             his
             neck
             her
             milk-white
             arms
             she
             lay●
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             both
             his
             shoulders
             and
             his
             head
             she
             kisses
             ,
          
           
             And
             ,
             O
             Ulysses
             ,
             be
             not
             angry
             says
             ,
          
           
             The
             Gods
             have
             giv'n
             you
             wisdom
             ,
             but
             deni'd
          
           
             To
             satisfie
             our
             youth
             with
             mutual
             joy
             ;
          
           
             Take
             it
             not
             ill
             I
             have
             you
             thus
             far
             tri'd
             ;
          
           
             Since
             horrour
             hath
             possest
             my
             mind
             alway
          
           
             Lest
             some
             deceitful
             man
             (
             for
             such
             there
             be
          
           
             Too
             many
             in
             the
             world
             )
             should
             hither
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             ●latt'ring
             bring
             me
             into
             infamy
             .
          
           
             Helen
             of
             Argos
             would
             have
             staid
             at
             home
          
           
             And
             not
             gone
             with
             th'
             Adulterer
             of
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             Had
             she
             consider'd
             that
             th'
             Achaea●
             Lords
          
           
             Might
             chance
             to
             come
             and
             fetch
             her
             thence
             away
          
           
             Again
             into
             her
             Country
             with
             their
             Swords
             .
          
           
             This
             speech
             inflam'd
             his
             love
             ,
             and
             wet
             his
             eyes
             .
          
           
             As
             a
             man
             shipwrackt
             swimming
             for
             his
             life
             ,
          
           
             Rejoyceth
             when
             the
             Land
             he
             near
             him
             spies
             ;
          
           
             So
             welcome
             was
             Ulysses
             to
             his
             wife
             .
          
           
             She
             hung
             upon
             him
             still
             ,
             nor
             had
             let
             go
          
           
             Till
             Morning
             but
             for
             Pallas
             ,
             who
             would
             not
          
           
             Let
             Phaeton
             and
             Lampus
             ,
             th'Horses
             two
          
           
             That
             draw
             the
             Morn
             ,
             be
             set
             to
             th'Chariot
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Ulysses
             to
             Penelope
             ,
          
           
             O
             Wife
             !
             my
             trouble
             's
             ended
             are
             not
             yet
             ;
          
           
             For
             still
             there
             many
             more
             remaining
             be
             ;
          
           
             Long
             time
             't
             will
             be
             ere
             to
             the
             end
             I
             get
             .
          
           
             Tiresias
             did
             tell
             me
             this
             in
             Hell
             ,
          
           
             When
             I
             went
             thither
             ,
             of
             his
             Ghost
             to
             know
          
           
             Whether
             I
             with
             my
             Mates
             should
             come
             home
             well
          
           
             Or
             not
             to
             Ithaca
             again
             ,
             and
             how
             .
          
           
             But
             come
             ,
             't
             is
             bed-time
             ,
             let
             us
             satisfie
          
           
             Our selves
             with
             sleep
             .
             Then
             said
             Penelope
             ,
          
           
             Your
             bed
             made
             ready
             shall
             be
             presently
             .
          
           
             But
             since
             you
             mention'd
             have
             the
             Prophesie
             ,
          
           
             Tell
             me
             what
             said
             Tiresias
             .
             I
             know
          
           
             You
             'll
             tell
             it
             me
             one
             time
             or
             other
             ,
             why
          
           
             If
             you
             will
             may
             you
             not
             tell
             me
             it
             now
             ?
          
           
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             did
             again
             reply
             ,
          
           
             Because
             you
             long
             to
             know
             't
             ,
             I
             tell
             you
             then
             ,
          
           
             Tiresias
             advise●
             me
             to
             go
             ▪
          
           
           
             With
             Oar
             on
             shoulder
             to
             a
             place
             where
             men
          
           
             Inhabit
             that
             the
             briny
             Sea
             not
             know
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             ever
             mingle
             salt
             with
             what
             they
             eat
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             ever
             saw
             the
             ship
             with
             crimson
             face
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             yet
             those
             wings
             which
             do
             the
             Water
             beat
          
           
             (
             Call'd
             Oars
             )
             to
             make
             the
             good
             ship
             go
             apac●
             .
          
           
             Now
             mark
             me
             well
             .
             When
             you
             shall
             meet
             a
             man
             ,
          
           
             Just
             at
             the
             end
             of
             Neptunes
             utmost
             bound
          
           
             Bearing
             upon
             his
             shoulder
             a
             Corn-fan
             ,
          
           
             Stick
             down
             your
             lusty
             Oar
             upon
             the
             ground
             .
          
           
             There
             sacrifice
             to
             the
             worlds
             Admiral
          
           
             For
             new
             admittance
             a
             Ram
             ,
             Boar
             ,
             and
             Bull.
          
           
             Then
             home
             again
             ,
             and
             offer
             unto
             all
          
           
             The
             Gods
             by
             name
             a
             hundred
             Oxen
             full
             .
          
           
             Your
             death
             will
             not
             ungentle
             be
             ,
             for
             which
          
           
             Age
             shall
             prepare
             you
             ,
             and
             your
             Soul
             unglew
          
           
             Ins●nsibly
             .
             Your
             People
             shall
             be
             rich
          
           
             Which
             round
             about
             you
             dwell
             .
             All
             this
             is
             true
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Penelope
             ,
             If
             this
             be
             all
             ,
          
           
             Since
             your
             old
             age
             the
             Gods
             will
             happy
             make
             ,
          
           
             The
             sorrow
             yet
             to
             come
             can
             be
             but
             small
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             thus
             this
             couple
             t'one
             another
             spake
          
           
             Mean
             while
             their
             bed
             with
             cov'rings
             soft
             was
             clad
             .
          
           
             The
             Maids
             return'd
             i'th'Hall
             before
             them
             stand
             .
          
           
             Eurynome
             a
             Torch
             to
             light
             them
             had
             ,
          
           
             And
             carri'd
             it
             before
             them
             in
             her
             hand
             .
          
           
             Then
             parting
             left
             them
             under
             Marriage-Law
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             and
             the
             good
             Servants
             two
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             had
             to
             the
             Dancers
             said
             Hola
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             their
             Beds
             within
             the
             Palace
             go
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             and
             Penelope
             their
             joy
          
           
             Converted
             had
             into
             a
             new
             content
             ;
          
           
             She
             to
             Ulysses
             telleth
             the
             annoy
          
           
             She
             suffer'd
             from
             her
             Suiters
             impudent
             ;
          
           
             What
             havock
             they
             had
             made
             of
             Cows
             and
             Sheep
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             Barrels
             of
             her
             Wine
             had
             wasted
             .
          
           
             And
             he
             to
             her
             ,
             what
             hurt
             o'
             th'
             Land
             and
             Deep
          
           
             He
             done
             and
             suffer'd
             had
             .
             While
             his
             Tale
             lasted
          
           
             Well
             pleas'd
             she
             was
             ,
             and
             had
             no
             list
             to
             sleep
             .
          
           
             He
             told
             her
             how
             the
             Cicons
             he
             had
             beaten
             ;
          
           
           
             How
             Lo●e
             from
             love
             of
             home
             his
             men
             did
             keep
             ;
          
           
             How
             Cy●lops
             his
             Companions
             had
             eaten
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             revenge
             how
             he
             had
             made
             him
             blind
             ;
          
           
             How
             ,
             to
             convey
             him
             home
             he
             did
             obtain
          
           
             Of
             Aeolus
             a
             leather-bag
             of
             wind
             ,
          
           
             Which
             breaking
             Prison
             blew
             him
             back
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             in
             〈◊〉
             he
             lost
             ▪
          
           
             His
             good
             ships
             all
             but
             one
             ,
             in
             which
             he
             was
             ;
          
           
             Told
             her
             the
             w●●es
             of
             Ci●●●
             ;
             what
             the
             Ghost
          
           
             In
             Hell
             ,
             said
             to
             〈◊〉
             ,
             of
             ●re●●a●
             ,
          
           
             To
             whom
             he
             went
             his
             fortune
             for
             to
             know
             ,
          
           
             In
             a
             black
             ship
             ;
             and
             with
             his
             Mother
             there
          
           
             Discoursed
             ;
             and
             saw
             many
             a
             one
             laid
             low
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             the
             〈◊〉
             Host
             had
             been
             his
             Peer
             ;
          
           
             And
             how
             he
             heard
             the
             tempting
             
             Sir●●s
             ●ing
          
           
             〈◊〉
             con●ort
             ,
             and
             ●●●p'd
             safely
             by
             ;
             and
             how
          
           
             By
             〈…〉
             ,
             〈◊〉
             ●…iting
             ,
          
           
             And
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             he
             did
             ●●●ely
             row
             ;
          
           
             How
             to
             〈◊〉
             he
             came
             ,
             and
             how
          
           
             〈◊〉
             ●ep●
             him
             in
             a
             Care
             ,
             where
             〈◊〉
          
           
             To
             be
             his
             wife
             did
             pro●●●e
             to
             bestow
          
           
             Upon
             him
             Youth
             and
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             Now
             to
             〈◊〉
             he
             came
             ,
             where
             he
          
           
             Much
             honour'd
             was
             ,
             and
             thence
             by
             Sea
             did
             come
          
           
             〈◊〉
             by
             〈◊〉
             liberality
          
           
             With
             〈◊〉
             and
             Gold
             and
             costly
             Vest●res
             home
             .
          
           
             And
             at
             these
             words
             sleep
             se●●ed
             on
             his
             eyes
             .
          
           
             When
             〈◊〉
             thought
             〈◊〉
             satis●●d
          
           
             With
             bed
             and
             sleep
             ,
             ●●e
             makes
             the
             morning
             rise
             ,
          
           
             And
             day
             from
             〈◊〉
             now
             no
             longer
             hide
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             rose
             ,
             and
             speaking
             to
             his
             〈◊〉
             ,
          
           
             We
             ha●e
             ,
             〈◊〉
             ●e
             ,
             both
             of
             us
             had
             much
             ●o
             ;
          
           
             You
             for
             ●y
             absence
             weeping
             out
             your
             li●e
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             ,
             because
             the
             Gods
             would
             ●a●e
             it
             〈◊〉
             ▪
          
           
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             we
             now
             again
             ●●●ted
             be
             ,
          
           
             Look
             to
             the
             goods
             with●●
             .
             My
             ●ol●
             ▪
             I
             'll
             ●●ll
          
           
             Partly
             with
             booty
             from
             the
             Enemy
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             also
             my
             Friends
             give
             me
             will.
          
           
             Now
             to
             my
             grieved
             Father
             I
             must
             go
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             with
             your
             Maids
             go
             up
             again
             .
          
           
           
             ●or
             ere
             the
             Sun
             be
             up
             ,
             the
             Town
             will
             know
          
           
             That
             in
             my
             House
             the
             Suiters
             all
             are
             slain
             .
          
           
             Do
             not
             so
             much
             as
             look
             out
             ,
             or
             enquire
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             puts
             on
             Arms.
             To
             Arm
             also
          
           
             His
             Son
             and
             his
             two
             men
             he
             did
             require
             .
          
           
             Then
             they
             got
             up
             ,
             and
             there
             stood
             armed
             too
             .
          
           
             Then
             open'd
             they
             the
             door
             and
             forth
             they
             went.
          
           
             
             Ulyss●s
             ●ed
             the
             way
             Daylight
             was
             spread
             .
          
           
             But
             Pallas
             out
             a
             Town
             them
             safely
             sent
          
           
             Into
             the
             Field
             ,
             and
             undiscovered
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           LIB
           .
           XXIV
           .
        
         
           
             MEan
             while
             unto
             the
             house
             came
             Mercury
             .
          
           
             A
             Golden
             Rod
             he
             carri'd
             〈◊〉
             his
             ha●●
             ,
          
           
             Wherewith
             he
             lays
             asleep
             a
             Mortal
             eye
             ,
          
           
             And
             opens
             it
             again
             with
             the
             same
             Wand
             .
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             bloody-heap
             he
             calls
             away
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             Souls
             .
             They
             all
             about
             him
             fly
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             the
             Rod
             directeth
             them
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             They
             follow
             all
             ,
             but
             screaming
             fearfully
             .
          
           
             As
             in
             some
             venerable
             hollow
             Cave
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Bats
             that
             are
             at
             roost
             upon
             a
             stone
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             ledge
             one
             ●hance
             a
             fall
             to
             have
             ,
          
           
             The
             rest
             scream
             out
             and
             hold
             fast
             one
             by
             one
             ;
          
           
             So
             screaming
             all
             the
             Souls
             together
             fly
             .
          
           
             And
             first
             pass
             by
             Oceanus
             his
             Streams
             ,
          
           
             Then
             by
             
             Sol's
             Gate
             ,
             and
             Rock
             of
             Leucady
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             they
             passed
             through
             the
             Town
             of
             Dreams
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             a
             trice
             to
             th'Mead
             of●
             Asphodel
             .
          
           
             And
             saw
             the
             Soul
             there
             of
             Peleiades
          
           
             (
             For
             there
             the
             Souls
             of
             wretched
             Mortals
             dwell
             )
          
           
             And
             of
             Patroclus
             and
             Nest●rides
             .
          
           
           
             The
             Soul
             of
             Ajax
             Son
             of
             Telamon
          
           
             Was
             also
             there
             ,
             who
             'mongst
             those
             Warriours
             tall
             ,
          
           
             The
             goodliest
             person
             was
             ,
             except
             the
             Son
          
           
             Of
             Peleus
             ,
             who
             did
             much
             excel
             them
             all
             .
          
           
             To
             these
             Atrides
             Soul
             came
             from
             hard
             by
             ,
          
           
             And
             theirs
             whose
             death
             had
             joyned
             been
             with
             his
          
           
             And
             by
             Aegistus
             hand
             were
             made
             to
             die
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             Atrides
             said
             Achilles
             this
             .
          
           
             Atrides
             we
             thought
             you
             of
             all
             the
             Host
          
           
             That
             came
             to
             fight
             against
             the
             Town
             of
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             Had
             been
             by
             the
             High
             Gods
             beloved
             most
             ;
          
           
             For
             in
             the
             Army
             you
             bore
             greatest
             sway
             .
          
           
             Yet
             afterwards
             the
             first
             you
             were
             to
             fall
          
           
             T
             'had
             better
             been
             Commanding
             t'
             have
             been
             slain
             .
          
           
             Then
             had
             you
             had
             a
             noble
             Funeral
             ,
          
           
             And
             Tomb
             ,
             whereby
             your
             glory
             might
             remain
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             you
             di'd
             a
             miserable
             death
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Atrides
             Soul
             thus
             answered
             ,
          
           
             Happy
             were
             you
             at
             Troy
             to
             lose
             your
             breath
          
           
             With
             other
             Argives
             that
             there
             perished
          
           
             Fighting
             about
             you
             in
             your
             dusty
             Bed
          
           
             Stretcht
             out
             ,
             your
             feats
             of
             Horsmanship
             forgot
             ,
          
           
             But
             fighting
             we
             all
             day
             continued
             ,
          
           
             And
             till
             we
             gain'd
             your
             Body
             ceased
             not
             .
          
           
             Nor
             had
             we
             ceased
             then
             ,
             but
             for
             the
             storm
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             we
             bare
             your
             Body
             to
             the
             Fleet
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             the
             blemishes
             thereof
             reform
          
           
             With
             water
             fair
             and
             warm
             ,
             and
             Unguents
             sweet
             .
          
           
             The
             Greeks
             about
             you
             wept
             ,
             and
             cut
             their
             hair
             ;
          
           
             Your
             Mother
             and
             her
             Nymphs
             then
             come
             &
             roar'd
             ,
          
           
             The
             Achaean
             Army
             was
             in
             such
             a
             fear
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             were
             ready
             a'l
             to
             run
             aboard
             .
          
           
             But
             Nestor
             ,
             whose
             advice
             most
             currant
             was
             ,
          
           
             Cri'd
             ,
             Stay
             you
             Argives
             ,
             this
             is
             not
             the
             noise
          
           
             Of
             Armed
             foes
             ,
             but
             
               Th
               t
               is
            
             now
             doth
             pass
          
           
             With
             all
             her
             Nymphs
             ;
             of
             them
             this
             is
             the
             voice
             .
          
           
             Then
             they
             all
             fearless
             staid
             .
             And
             the
             Nymphs
             stood
          
           
             Mourning
             ,
             and
             clothed
             him
             with
             Garments
             meet
             .
          
           
             The
             Muses
             nine
             in
             turn
             with
             voices
             good
          
           
             Singing
             ,
             made
             all
             the
             standers
             by
             to
             weep
             .
          
           
           
             And
             seventeen
             days
             both
             Gods
             and
             men
             we
             mourn
          
           
             On
             the
             eighteenth
             we
             Sheep
             and
             Cattle
             slay
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             in
             Godlike
             Cloaths
             your
             Body
             burn
          
           
             With
             many
             Unguents
             sweet
             that
             on
             it
             lay
             .
          
           
             Both
             Foot
             and
             Horse
             many
             the
             Pile
             sustain
             ,
          
           
             And
             loudly
             shout
             ,
             and
             Vulcan
             makes
             an
             end
             .
          
           
             Only
             the
             Bones
             and
             nothing
             else
             remain
             ,
          
           
             Which
             with
             pure
             Wine
             and
             Unguents
             sweet
             we
             blend
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Mother
             sent
             the
             Urn
             ,
             by
             Vulcan
             made
             ,
          
           
             But
             given
             her
             by
             Bacchus
             ,
             and
             therein
          
           
             Noble
             Achill's
             your
             white
             bones
             we
             laid
             ,
          
           
             Mixt
             with
             Patroclus
             you
             delighted
             in
             .
          
           
             By
             yours
             ,
             the
             ashes
             of
             Antilochus
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             next
             Patroclus
             was
             to
             you
             most
             dear
             ,
          
           
             We
             placed
             in
             an
             Urn
             apart
             ,
             and
             thus
          
           
             Over
             you
             all
             one
             Monument
             we
             rear
             ,
          
           
             High
             to
             be
             seen
             from
             Sea
             by
             them
             that
             now
             ,
          
           
             Or
             shall
             hereafter
             sayling
             be
             that
             way
             .
          
           
             Your
             Mother
             also
             to
             the
             Gods
             did
             vow
          
           
             T'
             have
             noble
             Prizes
             for
             the
             Lords
             to
             play
             .
          
           
             At
             Princes
             Sepultures
             I
             oft
             have
             seen
          
           
             Propos'd
             rich
             Prizes
             to
             provoke
             the
             strife
          
           
             Of
             noble
             minds
             ,
             but
             that
             like
             these
             had
             been
             ,
          
           
             I
             never
             any
             saw
             in
             all
             my
             life
             .
          
           
             So
             after
             death
             renown'd
             your
             name
             will
             be
             .
          
           
             But
             what
             am
             I
             the
             better
             ,
             to
             whom
             Jove
          
           
             Did
             for
             my
             pains
             a
             wretched
             death
             decree
          
           
             (
             Such
             was
             the
             pleasure
             of
             the
             Gods
             above
             )
          
           
             B'Aegistus
             and
             my
             own
             wives
             bloody
             hand
             ?
          
           
             Thus
             they
             to
             one
             another
             talkt
             in
             Hell.
          
           
             There
             Mercury
             came
             to
             them
             with
             his
             Band
          
           
             Of
             Woo'rs
             that
             in
             Ulysses
             Palace
             fell
             .
          
           
             Of
             these
             Atrides
             knew
             Amphimedon
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             he
             in
             Ithaca
             had
             been
             his
             Guest
             )
          
           
             And
             speaking
             to
             him
             first
             ,
             he
             thus
             begun
             .
          
           
             Amphimedon
             what
             all'd
             you
             and
             the
             rest
             ,
          
           
             To
             come
             to
             this
             dark
             place
             so
             in
             a
             throng
             ,
          
           
             The
             flow'r
             of
             Ithaca
             ,
             of
             equal
             years
             ?
          
           
             If
             purposely
             a
             man
             should
             seek
             among
          
           
             Your
             people
             all
             ,
             he
             should
             no●
             find
             your
             〈◊〉
          
           
           
             Were
             you
             by
             Neptune
             drowned
             in
             the
             Main
             ,
          
           
             And
             hither
             sent
             by
             fury
             of
             the
             weather
             ?
          
           
             Or
             landing
             to
             find
             Booty
             were
             you
             slain
             ?
          
           
             Or
             fighting
             for
             fair
             women
             were
             sent
             hither
             ?
          
           
             Come
             tell
             me
             freely
             ;
             I
             have
             been
             your
             Guest
             .
          
           
             Know
             you
             not
             I
             t'
             your
             Fathers
             ,
             house
             did
             come
          
           
             With
             
               Menelaus
               ,
               Ulysses
            
             to
             request
          
           
             That
             he
             would
             go
             with
             us
             to
             Ilium
             ?
          
           
             Then
             said
             Amphimedon
             ,
             I
             know
             it
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             we
             all
             deprived
             were
             of
             life
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             true
             ,
             and
             manner
             of
             our
             fall
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             absent
             ,
             we
             all
             woo'd
             his
             Wife
             .
          
           
             She
             none
             deni'd
             ,
             nor
             any
             married
             ,
          
           
             But
             casting
             how
             of
             life
             us
             to
             bereave
             ,
          
           
             To
             set
             a
             Loom
             up
             came
             into
             her
             head
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             she
             somewhat
             did
             intend
             to
             weave
             .
          
           
             She
             sets
             it
             up
             ,
             and
             did
             begin
             to
             weave
          
           
             Suiters
             (
             said
             she
             )
             since
             dead
             Ulysses
             is
             ,
          
           
             Stay
             yet
             a
             little
             while
             and
             give
             me
             leave
          
           
             To
             make
             an
             end
             but
             of
             one
             business
             .
          
           
             I
             must
             for
             old
             Laertes
             make
             a
             Cloth
          
           
             Which
             in
             his
             Sepulchre
             he
             is
             to
             wear
             .
          
           
             T'
             offend
             the
             Wives
             of
             Greece
             I
             should
             be
             loath
             .
          
           
             For
             to
             accuse
             me
             they
             will
             not
             forbear
             .
          
           
             They
             'l
             say
             I
             very
             hasty
             was
             to
             wed
             ,
          
           
             If
             I
             go
             hence
             and
             not
             provide
             a
             shroud
             .
          
           
             Wherein
             Laertes
             must
             be
             buried
             .
          
           
             Out
             of
             his
             wealth
             that
             might
             have
             been
             allow'd
             .
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             then
             were
             all
             content
             .
             And
             then
          
           
             All
             day
             she
             wove
             ,
             but
             ere
             she
             went
             to
             bed
             ,
          
           
             What
             she
             had
             wov'n
             she
             ravell'd
             out
             agen
             .
          
           
             Three
             years
             her
             Suiters
             she
             thus
             frustrated
             .
          
           
             In
             the
             fourth
             year
             her
             women
             her
             betrai'd
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             we
             came
             while
             she
             the
             Web
             undid
             .
          
           
             She
             could
             the
             Wedding
             now
             no
             more
             avoid
             .
          
           
             The
             Robe
             when
             it
             was
             finished
             and
             done
          
           
             She
             washed
             clean
             ,
             and
             it
             before
             us
             laid
             .
          
           
             As
             bright
             it
             shin'd
             as
             either
             Moon
             or
             Sun.
          
           
             And
             then
             ill
             Fortu●e
             brought
             Ulysses
             home
          
           
             To
             th
             House
             where
             dwelt
             the
             Master
             of
             the
             Swine
             .
          
           
           
             And
             thither
             too
             Telemachus
             did
             come
          
           
             From
             sandy
             Pylus
             safely
             through
             the
             brine
             .
          
           
             And
             both
             together
             there
             our
             death
             contrive
             .
          
           
             That
             done
             ,
             they
             both
             unto
             the
             City
             come
             .
          
           
             Telemachus
             the
             first
             was
             to
             arrive
             .
          
           
             The
             Master
             of
             the
             Swine
             brought
             th'
             other
             home
             .
          
           
             Like
             an
             old
             Beggar
             with
             a
             Staff
             in
             's
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Apparell'd
             in
             such
             miserable
             gear
             ,
          
           
             That
             ,
             that
             was
             he
             ,
             we
             could
             not
             understand
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             no
             man
             else
             ,
             although
             he
             elder
             were
             .
          
           
             We
             mock
             ,
             we
             rare
             him
             ,
             throw
             things
             at
             his
             head
             .
          
           
             He
             patiently
             endured
             all
             his
             harms
             ,
          
           
             Until
             by
             Jupiter
             encouraged
          
           
             From
             our
             the
             Hall
             he
             took
             away
             the
             Arms
             ;
          
           
             And
             in
             an
             upper
             Chamber
             lockt
             them
             fast
             .
          
           
             Then
             craftily
             he
             bids
             his
             Wife
             to
             send
          
           
             To
             us
             his
             mighty
             Bowe
             ,
             our
             strength
             to
             taste
             .
          
           
             Th's
             the
             beginning
             was
             of
             our
             ill
             end
             .
          
           
             For
             much
             too
             weak
             to
             bend
             the
             Bowe
             were
             we
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             it
             was
             unto
             Ulysses
             brought
             ,
          
           
             Fearing
             by
             him
             left
             it
             should
             bended
             be
             ,
          
           
             We
             all
             at
             once
             cri'd
             out
             ,
             Hold
             ,
             giv
             't
             him
             not
             .
          
           
             Only
             Telemachus
             cri'd
             ,
             Let
             him
             try
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             't
             was
             put
             into
             Ulysses
             hands
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             bent
             it
             very
             easily
             .
          
           
             Then
             leapt
             he
             to
             the
             Sill
             ,
             and
             there
             he
             stands
             ;
          
           
             And
             round
             about
             he
             lookt
             upon
             us
             grim
             ;
          
           
             And
             first
             of
             all
             he
             shot
             Antinous
             ,
          
           
             At
             whom
             he
             took
             his
             aim
             ,
             and
             killed
             him
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             Arrows
             ,
             after
             ,
             more
             of
             us
             .
          
           
             And
             one
             upon
             another
             down
             we
             fall
             .
          
           
             'T
             was
             plain
             ,
             some
             present
             God
             there
             gave
             him
             aid
             .
          
           
             For
             then
             he
             follow'd
             us
             about
             the
             Hall
          
           
             Till
             all
             on
             heaps
             at
             last
             he
             had
             us
             laid
             .
          
           
             Of
             Groans
             and
             Blows
             it
             made
             a
             dismal
             sound
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             ,
             King
             Agamemnon
             ,
             died
             we
             .
          
           
             Our
             Bodies
             yet
             there
             lie
             upon
             the
             ground
             .
          
           
             Our
             Friends
             yet
             unacquainted
             with
             it
             be
             .
          
           
             That
             else
             would
             wash
             our
             wounds
             and
             us
             lament
             ,
          
           
             Which
             to
             the
             dead
             are
             Ceremonies
             due
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             said
             Atrides
             ,
             O
             vertue
             excellent
          
           
             Of
             your
             fair
             Wife
             .
             Happy
             Ulysses
             you
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             great
             valour
             have
             her
             repossest
             .
          
           
             My
             wife
             Tyndareus
             Daughter
             was
             not
             such
             .
          
           
             Your
             consorts
             fame
             will
             be
             hereafter
             drest
          
           
             In
             noble
             Songs
             ,
             and
             the
             Sex
             honour
             much
             .
          
           
             But
             my
             wives
             name
             shall
             stand
             in
             Ballads
             vile
             ,
          
           
             And
             sung
             in
             filthy
             Songs
             the
             Sex
             disgrace
             .
          
           
             Thus
             they
             discoursing
             were
             in
             Hell.
             Mean
             while
          
           
             Ulysses
             cometh
             to
             Laertes
             place
             .
          
           
             About
             it
             many
             Lodgings
             were
             ;
             wherein
          
           
             His
             necessary
             Servants
             all
             were
             laid
             ;
          
           
             And
             there
             they
             fed
             ,
             and
             sat
             ,
             and
             slept
             .
             But
             in
          
           
             The
             house
             it self
             one
             old
             Sicelian
             Maid
             ,
          
           
             That
             of
             his
             person
             always
             had
             the
             care
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             then
             ,
             lest
             Supper
             they
             should
             lack
             ,
          
           
             Said
             to
             his
             two
             good
             Servants
             ,
             For
             our
             fare
          
           
             You
             must
             again
             unto
             the
             Town
             go
             back
             ,
          
           
             And
             fetch
             a
             Swine
             the
             fattest
             in
             the
             sties
             ,
          
           
             Mean
             while
             I
             'll
             to
             the
             Vineyard
             go
             and
             try
          
           
             Whether
             my
             Father
             know
             can
             with
             his
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             After
             so
             long
             an
             absence
             ,
             that
             't
             is
             I.
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             his
             Servants
             armed
             homeward
             hie
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Vineyard
             goes
             Ulysses
             then
             .
          
           
             But
             Dolius
             he
             there
             could
             not
             espy
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             of
             his
             Sons
             or
             of
             his
             men
             .
          
           
             His
             Sons
             and
             Servants
             all
             abroad
             were
             gone
          
           
             For
             thorns
             to
             mend
             the
             hedges
             of
             the
             ground
             .
          
           
             Laertes
             in
             the
             Vineyard
             all
             alone
          
           
             Placing
             of
             earth
             about
             a
             Plant
             he
             found
             .
          
           
             On
             him
             he
             had
             a
             ●oul
             Coat
             full
             of
             patches
             ,
          
           
             And
             ugly
             Leather-Boots
             ,
             those
             patcht
             also
             ;
          
           
             But
             good
             enough
             to
             save
             his
             legs
             from
             scratches
             .
          
           
             Gloves
             of
             the
             same
             against
             the
             Briars
             too
             .
          
           
             A
             Goatskin
             Headpiece
             he
             had
             on
             to
             boot
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             when
             he
             saw
             him
             in
             this
             plight
          
           
             Worn
             out
             with
             age
             and
             so
             much
             sorrow
             to
             't
             ,
          
           
             Under
             a
             Tree
             stood
             weeping
             out
             of
             sight
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             bethought
             him
             whether
             it
             were
             best
          
           
             T'
             embrace
             and
             kiss
             him
             ,
             and
             directly
             say
             ,
          
           
           
             I
             am
             Ulysses
             ,
             or
             first
             talk
             in
             jest
             ,
          
           
             And
             give
             him
             time
             his
             person
             to
             survey
             .
          
           
             Resolv'd
             at
             last
             ,
             his
             Father
             he
             goes
             nigh
             ,
          
           
             Who
             with
             his
             head
             down
             ,
             d●g'd
             about
             a
             Plant.
          
           
             Old
             man
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             your
             skill
             is
             good
             .
             For
             why
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Garden
             neither
             Art
             nor
             care
             does
             want
             .
          
           
             Nor
             Plant
             ,
             nor
             Fig
             ,
             nor
             Vine
             ,
             nor
             Olive-tree
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             so
             much
             as
             a
             Leek
             but
             prospers
             here
             .
          
           
             One
             thing
             there
             wants
             (
             I
             pray
             not
             angry
             be
             )
          
           
             You
             look
             not
             to
             your self
             .
             Ill
             Cloaths
             you
             wear
             ,
          
           
             And
             also
             pale
             and
             yellow
             is
             your
             hue
             ,
          
           
             Which
             cannot
             be
             imputed
             to
             being
             aged
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             not
             because
             you
             do
             no
             work
             that
             you
          
           
             ●e
             little
             sets
             by
             that
             has
             you
             engaged
             .
          
           
             There
             's
             nothing
             in
             your
             aspect
             of
             a
             Slave
             .
          
           
             The
             look
             and
             stature
             you
             have
             of
             a
             King
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             appearance
             of
             a
             King
             would
             have
             ,
          
           
             If
             you
             ,
             what
             's
             due
             to
             age
             had
             ev'ry
             thing
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Servant
             are
             you
             ,
             and
             who
             owns
             the
             ground
             ?
          
           
             And
             say
             if
             this
             be
             Ithaca
             or
             no.
          
           
             For
             this
             man
             whom
             upon
             the
             way
             I
             found
             ,
          
           
             Is
             not
             so
             wise
             as
             certainly
             to
             know
             .
          
           
             I
             as●t
             him
             of
             a
             friend
             that
             I
             had
             here
          
           
             Whether
             alive
             he
             were
             or
             dead
             .
             But
             he
          
           
             Whether
             he
             dead
             ,
             or
             living
             still
             he
             were
             ,
          
           
             Unable
             was
             at
             all
             to
             answer
             me
             .
          
           
             My
             house
             a
             Stranger
             on
             a
             time
             was
             at
             ,
          
           
             Which
             of
             all
             Strangers
             I
             did
             love
             the
             best
             ;
          
           
             That
             said
             he
             came
             from
             Ithaca
             ,
             and
             that
          
           
             Laertes
             was
             his
             Fathers
             name
             .
             This
             Guest
          
           
             I
             entertain'd
             as
             kindly
             as
             I
             could
          
           
             With
             Viands
             good
             ,
             whereof
             I
             had
             good
             store
             .
          
           
             And
             gave
             him
             Talents
             ten
             of
             well-wrought
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             And
             beside
             that
             I
             gave
             him
             these
             Gifts
             more
             :
          
           
             A
             Pot
             for
             temper'd
             Wine
             of
             Silver
             bright
             ;
          
           
             Twelve
             Carpets
             fair
             ;
             twelve
             Robes
             ;
             twelve
             Coats
             that
             were
          
           
             All
             lined
             through
             ;
             and
             twelve
             more
             that
             were
             light
             ;
          
           
             And
             four
             Maid-Servants
             ,
             both
             well
             taught
             and
             fal●
             ,
          
           
             Such
             as
             he
             from
             a
             greater
             number
             chose
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             
               Laertes
               ,
               Ithaca
            
             this
             is
             ,
          
           
           
             Now
             held
             by
             wicked
             men
             .
             But
             you
             will
             lose
          
           
             Your
             Presents
             all
             ,
             and
             of
             requital
             miss
             .
          
           
             But
             had
             you
             found
             my
             Son
             Ulysses
             here
             ,
          
           
             He
             would
             have
             kept
             of
             Amity
             the
             Law
             ,
          
           
             And
             well
             required
             both
             your
             Gifts
             and
             Chear
             .
          
           
             But
             say
             ,
             how
             long
             it
             is
             since
             you
             last
             saw
          
           
             And
             entertain'd
             my
             Son
             ,
             if
             yet
             he
             be
             ;
          
           
             But
             he
             at
             Sea
             devoured
             is
             by
             Fish
          
           
             Far
             hence
             ,
             or
             else
             to
             Beasts
             and
             Fowls
             is
             he
          
           
             Somewhere
             ,
             poor
             man
             ,
             at
             Land
             become
             a
             dish
             ;
          
           
             Neither
             his
             Father
             nor
             his
             Mother
             by
             ,
          
           
             To
             wind
             him
             and
             to
             shed
             tears
             o're
             his
             bed
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             yet
             his
             Wife
             weeping
             to
             close
             his
             eye
             ,
          
           
             Which
             are
             the
             honours
             due
             unto
             the
             dead
             .
          
           
             Tell
             me
             also
             your
             dwelling
             and
             your
             name
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Parents
             and
             your
             City
             what
             they
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             where
             the
             good
             ship
             lies
             in
             which
             you
             came
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             men
             with
             you
             came
             in
             company
             .
          
           
             Or
             with
             some
             Merchants
             in
             their
             ship
             ,
             and
             they
          
           
             Departing
             hence
             have
             left
             you
             here
             alone
             ?
          
           
             To
             this
             Ulysses
             answering
             did
             say
             ,
          
           
             I
             'll
             answer
             to
             your
             Questions
             each
             one
             .
          
           
             My
             City
             's
             Alyba●
             ,
             and
             of
             the
             same
          
           
             A●●eidas
             is
             the
             King.
             His
             Son
             am
             I
             ,
          
           
             And
             called
             am
             Eperitus
             by
             name
             .
          
           
             Far
             hence
             at
             the
             lands
             end
             my
             ship
             doth
             lie
             .
          
           
             And
             since
             Ulysses
             from
             me
             went
             away
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             now
             five
             years
             ,
             and
             with
             good
             ▪
             Aug●ry
          
           
             That
             we
             should
             meet
             again
             another
             day
             ,
          
           
             And
             joy
             in
             mutual
             hospitality
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             L●ertes
             overcome
             with
             woe
             .
          
           
             Took
             up
             the
             scalding
             dust
             with
             both
             his
             hands
             ,
          
           
             And
             pour'd
             the
             same
             upon
             his
             head
             of
             snow
             ,
          
           
             And
             sobbing
             thick
             and
             weeping
             there
             he
             stands
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             heart
             up
             to
             his
             nos●rils
             swell'd
          
           
             With
             pity
             to
             behold
             his
             Fathers
             〈◊〉
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             him
             leapt
             ;
             and
             's
             arms
             about
             him
             held
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             The
             man
             you
             weep
             and
             mourn
             for
             so
          
           
             Am
             I
             ,
             come
             after
             twenty
             years
             again
             .
          
           
             Give
             over
             sobbing
             now
             ;
             for
             (
             though
             inhas●●
             )
             .
          
           
           
             I
             tell
             you
             must
             ,
             The
             Suiters
             I
             have
             ●lain
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             them
             of
             their
             crimes
             the
             fruit
             to
             taste
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Laertes
             ,
             If
             indeed
             you
             be
          
           
             My
             Son
             Ulysses
             ,
             let
             me
             see
             some
             signe
          
           
             To
             know
             you
             by
             for
             certain
             .
             Then
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             Behold
             the
             wound
             received
             from
             the
             Swine
          
           
             On
             Mount
             Per●assus
             ,
             when
             I
             thither
             went
          
           
             T'Autolycus
             my
             Mothers
             Father
             ,
             to
          
           
             Receive
             the
             Gifts
             he
             promis'd
             me
             .
             You
             sent
          
           
             Me
             thither
             ,
             and
             so
             did
             my
             Mother
             too
             .
          
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             too
             what
             Trees
             you
             gave
             me
             when
          
           
             I
             walking
             once
             was
             with
             you
             there
             .
             And
             I
          
           
             A●●t
             you
             of
             all
             the
             Trees
             the
             names
             (
             for
             then
          
           
             'Twixt
             man
             and
             Boy
             I
             was
             .
             )
             And
             severally
          
           
             As
             I
             the
             Trees
             names
             askt
             ,
             you
             told
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Pear-trees
             thirteen
             ;
             Apple-trees
             half
             a
             score
             ;
          
           
             ●ankles
             fifty
             (
             to
             th'
             Vines
             you
             gave
             that
             name
             )
          
           
             All
             of
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             their
             season
             Berries
             bore
             ;
          
           
             And
             forty
             Fig-trees
             .
             Th'
             old
             man
             knew
             it
             all
             ;
          
           
             Embrac'd
             his
             Son
             ,
             and
             with
             abundant
             joy
          
           
             Fainted
             ,
             and
             sinking
             ready
             was
             to
             fall
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             his
             Sons
             embraces
             were
             his
             stay
             .
          
           
             Then
             coming
             to
             himself
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             Jove
             Father
             and
             you
             Gods
             (
             Gods
             there
             are
             yet
             .
             )
          
           
             The
             S●iters
             for
             their
             evil
             deeds
             have
             paid
             ,
          
           
             But
             now
             I
             fear
             the
             Town
             will
             on
             as
             set
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             themselves
             make
             all
             the
             City
             rise
          
           
             In
             〈◊〉
             .
             Then
             said
             his
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Fear
             not
             Of
             that
             we
             'll
             by
             and
             by
             advise
             .
          
           
             〈◊〉
             and
             〈◊〉
             are
             gone
          
           
             To
             get
             a
             Supper
             ready
             at
             your
             house
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             into
             the
             house
             they
             come
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             find
             〈◊〉
             and
             〈◊〉
          
           
             At
             work
             to
             cut
             out
             meat
             and
             Wine
             allay
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             〈◊〉
             o●l'd
             and
             ●athed
             is
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             his
             Maid
             in
             seemly
             Garments
             clad
             ,
          
           
             And
             〈◊〉
             standing
             by
             him
             added
             this
             ,
          
           
             A
             larger
             stature
             than
             before
             he
             had
             .
          
           
             As
             of
             a
             God
             his
             presence
             did
             appear
             .
          
           
             Ulyss●s
             seeing
             him
             admir'd
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
           
             Father
             ,
             you
             greater
             now
             are
             than
             you
             were
             ,
          
           
             Some
             God
             has
             Beauty
             on
             your
             person
             laid
             .
          
           
             Then
             said
             Laertes
             ,
             O
             ye
             Gods
             on
             high
             ,
          
           
             
               Jove
               ,
               Pallas
            
             ,
             and
             Apollo
             ,
             had
             I
             been
          
           
             Such
             as
             I
             was
             at
             Neritus
             ,
             when
             I
          
           
             Stormed
             the
             Town
             ,
             and
             armed
             had
             come
             in
             ,
          
           
             When
             you
             and
             the
             proud
             Suiters
             were
             in
             fight
             ,
          
           
             I
             had
             made
             many
             of
             them
             bend
             the
             knee
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             would
             have
             rejoyced
             at
             the
             sight
             .
          
           
             So
             to
             his
             Son
             Ulysses
             talked
             he
             .
          
           
             Supper
             brought
             in
             ,
             they
             sit
             ;
             and
             then
             came
             in
          
           
             Old
             Dolius
             ,
             sent
             for
             ,
             from
             his
             Husbandry
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             Sons
             weary
             .
             Working
             they
             had
             been
             .
          
           
             The
             Nurse
             had
             bidden
             them
             come
             speedily
             .
          
           
             They
             wondered
             to
             see
             Ulysses
             there
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             to
             Dolius
             then
             gently
             said
             ,
          
           
             Pray
             for
             a
             while
             your
             wondring
             to
             forbear
             .
          
           
             We
             hungry
             are
             ,
             and
             long
             have
             for
             you
             staid
             .
          
           
             Then
             Doiius
             embraced
             him
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Since
             long'd
             for
             you
             are
             come
             ,
             and
             unexpected
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             us
             by
             the
             Gods
             have
             been
             convey'd
             ;
          
           
             All
             hail
             ;
             and
             by
             the
             Gods
             be
             still
             protected
             .
          
           
             But
             tell
             me
             if
             Penelope
             yet
             have
          
           
             The
             news
             received
             of
             your
             coming
             home
             ,
          
           
             Or
             shall
             we
             send
             her
             word
             ?
             That
             labour
             save
          
           
             (
             Repli'd
             Ulysses
             )
             for
             she
             knows
             I
             'm
             come
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             sat
             him
             down
             .
             His
             Sons
             also
          
           
             With
             decent
             words
             Ulysses
             entertain
             ,
          
           
             And
             lay
             their
             hands
             in
             his
             .
             That
             done
             they
             go
          
           
             And
             by
             their
             Father
             sat
             them
             down
             again
             .
          
           
             Now
             Fame
             divulged
             had
             the
             Suiters
             fate
             ;
          
           
             And
             people
             howling
             came
             in
             ev'ry
             way
             .
          
           
             And
             gather'd
             were
             about
             Ulysses
             Gate
             ,
          
           
             To
             setch
             the
             bodies
             of
             the
             dead
             away
             .
          
           
             And
             those
             that
             out
             of
             Ithaca
             had
             liv'd
             ,
          
           
             To
             Fishermen
             they
             gave
             to
             carry
             home
             .
          
           
             And
             staying
             on
             the
             place
             ,
             though
             sorely
             griev'd
             ,
          
           
             Amongst
             themselves
             they
             into
             counsel
             come
             .
          
           
             Eupeithes
             Father
             of
             Antinous
          
           
             That
             first
             of
             all
             slain
             by
             Ulysses
             was
          
           
           
             Spake
             first
             ,
             and
             weeping
             for
             his
             Son
             ,
             said
             thus
             .
          
           
             See
             how
             much
             mischief
             this
             man
             done
             us
             has
             .
          
           
             He
             carried
             hence
             our
             Ships
             and
             ablest
             men
             ;
          
           
             And
             lost
             them
             all
             ,
             as
             one
             that
             had
             design'd
          
           
             Our
             utter
             ruine
             .
             Coming
             back
             agen
          
           
             He
             killed
             hath
             those
             whom
             he
             left
             behind
             .
          
           
             Come
             then
             ,
             let
             's
             to
             him
             quickly
             ,
             lest
             mean
             while
          
           
             He
             should
             pass
             over
             the
             wide
             Sea
             ,
             and
             get
          
           
             Protection
             at
             Elis
             or
             at
             Pyle
             ,
          
           
             And
             we
             so
             sham'd
             as
             we
             were
             never
             yet
             .
          
           
             'T
             will
             be
             a
             scorn
             to
             our
             Posterity
          
           
             To
             let
             the
             murder
             of
             our
             Children
             so
          
           
             Stay
             unreveng'd
             ,
             and
             put
             up
             cowardly
             .
          
           
             For
             my
             part
             ,
             to
             my
             Grave
             I
             'd
             rather
             go
             .
          
           
             Come
             quickly
             then
             ,
             lest
             we
             prevented
             be
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             people
             for
             him
             pity
             had
             .
          
           
             Then
             came
             in
             Medon
             ,
             who
             had
             scaped
             free
             ,
          
           
             And
             Phemius
             that
             scap'd
             to
             ●●and
             was
             glad
             .
          
           
             And
             Medon
             to
             th'
             Assembly
             spake
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             of
             himself
             could
             not
             have
             done
          
           
             This
             mighty
             deed
             without
             th'
             Immortals
             aid
             .
          
           
             I
             saw
             when
             present
             I
             was
             looking
             on
             ,
          
           
             A
             God
             stand
             by
             that
             him
             encouraged
             ,
          
           
             In
             Mentors
             shape
             he
             plainly
             did
             appear
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             about
             the
             room
             the
             Suiters
             fled
             ,
          
           
             And
             fell
             before
             Ulysses
             in
             their
             fear
             .
          
           
             Next
             him
             spake
             Alitherses
             ,
             who
             alone
          
           
             Saw
             Fore
             and
             Aft.
             Hear
             me
             ,
             you
             men
             ,
             said
             he
             .
          
           
             Of
             this
             great
             slaughter
             I
             accuse
             can
             none
          
           
             But
             ev'n
             your selves
             that
             gave
             no
             ear
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             yet
             to
             Mentor
             .
             We
             you
             counselled
          
           
             The
             licence
             of
             your
             Children
             to
             take
             down
             ,
          
           
             That
             spent
             the
             Substance
             ,
             and
             dishonoured
          
           
             The
             Wife
             of
             him
             that
             was
             of
             such
             renown
             .
          
           
             My
             counsel
             therefore
             to
             you
             now
             is
             this
             ,
          
           
             Not
             to
             proceed
             ,
             lest
             on
             your selves
             you
             bring
          
           
             More
             mischief
             yet
             ,
             and
             of
             your
             purpose
             miss
             .
          
           
             So
             said
             he
             then
             ,
             but
             little
             profiting
             .
          
           
             For
             more
             than
             half
             with
             alalaes
             up
             start
             ,
          
           
             And
             cry
             aloud
             ,
             To
             Arms
             ,
             go
             on
             ,
             proceed
             .
          
           
           
             But
             quietly
             sat
             still
             the
             lesser
             part
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             Eupeithes
             Judgment
             disagreed
             .
          
           
             When
             they
             had
             clad
             themselves
             in
             glist'ning
             brass
             ,
          
           
             Without
             the
             Town
             they
             came
             to
             Randezvouze
          
           
             In
             open
             field
             .
             Eupeithes
             Leader
             was
             ,
          
           
             Seeking
             revenge
             where
             he
             his
             life
             shall
             lose
             .
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             to
             her
             Father
             came
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             O
             Father
             ,
             King
             of
             Kings
             ,
             what
             do
             you
             mean
             ,
          
           
             The
             War
             shall
             last
             between
             them
             ,
             or
             be
             staid
             ?
          
           
             To
             this
             her
             Father
             answer'd
             her
             agen
             .
          
           
             Child
             ,
             why
             d'
             ye
             ask
             me
             that
             ?
             't
             was
             your
             request
             ,
          
           
             The
             Suiters
             for
             their
             Insolence
             should
             pay
             .
          
           
             Do
             what
             you
             please
             ,
             but
             yet
             I
             think
             it
             best
             ,
          
           
             When
             you
             have
             done
             ,
             that
             Peace
             for
             ever
             stay
             ;
          
           
             And
             ever
             reign
             Ulysses
             and
             his
             race
             .
          
           
             Which
             to
             confirm
             ,
             Oblivion
             I
             'll
             send
          
           
             Of
             former
             Acts
             the
             image
             to
             deface
             .
          
           
             Then
             gladly
             Pallas
             did
             from
             Heaven
             descend
             .
          
           
             When
             now
             Ulysses
             and
             his
             Company
          
           
             Removed
             had
             their
             hunger
             with
             good
             chear
             ,
          
           
             Ulysses
             said
             ,
             Some
             one
             go
             forth
             and
             see
          
           
             Whether
             the
             Ithacesians
             be
             near
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             one
             of
             the
             young
             men
             standing
             there
          
           
             Went
             forth
             and
             saw
             them
             as
             he
             past
             the
             Sill
             ;
          
           
             And
             turning
             back
             ,
             Arm
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             they
             are
             here
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             they
             all
             put
             on
             their
             Arms
             of
             Steel
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             and
             his
             Son
             and
             Servants
             ,
             four
             ,
          
           
             Six
             Sons
             of
             Dolius
             .
             And
             the
             old
             men
          
           
             Laertes
             were
             and
             Dolius
             two
             more
             .
          
           
             Aged
             they
             were
             ,
             but
             necessary
             then
             .
          
           
             Then
             arm'd
             ,
             Ulysses
             leading
             ,
             out
             they
             go
             .
          
           
             And
             Pallas
             both
             in
             person
             and
             in
             voice
          
           
             Resembling
             Mentor
             in
             came
             to
             them
             too
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             seeing
             her
             did
             much
             rejoyce
             .
          
           
             And
             looking
             on
             Telemachus
             ,
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             Telemachus
             this
             Battle
             will
             declare
          
           
             Who
             Courage
             has
             ,
             who
             not
             .
             Be
             not
             afraid
             .
          
           
             That
             you
             dishonour
             not
             your
             stock
             beware
             .
          
           
             Father
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             you
             shall
             see
             by
             and
             by
             ,
          
           
             You
             need
             not
             be
             ashamed
             of
             your
             Son.
          
           
           
             Laertes
             this
             discourse
             heard
             joyfully
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Gods
             cri'd
             out
             in
             passion
             ,
          
           
             O
             ye
             kind
             Gods
             ,
             and
             happy
             day
             is
             this
             !
          
           
             O
             joy
             !
             My
             Son
             and
             Grandson
             are
             at
             strife
          
           
             Which
             of
             the
             two
             the
             most
             Courageous
             is
             ,
          
           
             And
             ready
             to
             buy
             Honour
             with
             his
             life
             .
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             to
             Laertes
             said
             ,
             My
             Friend
             ,
          
           
             Son
             of
             Arcesius
             ,
             whom
             the
             Gods
             do
             love
             ,
          
           
             With
             all
             your
             force
             your
             Spear
             now
             from
             you
             send
             .
          
           
             But
             pray
             first
             unto
             Pallas
             and
             to
             Jove
             .
          
           
             He
             praid
             ,
             and
             threw
             his
             Spear
             ,
             which
             th'Helmet
             smot
          
           
             Of
             old
             Eupeithes
             ,
             and
             went
             into
             's
             head
             .
          
           
             Down
             dead
             he
             fell
             ;
             the
             Helmet
             sav'd
             him
             not
             .
          
           
             His
             Armour
             rattled
             ,
             and
             his
             spirit
             fled
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             fell
             on
             ,
             Ulysses
             and
             his
             Son
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             the
             foremost
             both
             with
             Sword
             and
             Spear
             ,
          
           
             And
             surely
             had
             destroy'd
             them
             ev'ry
             one
             ,
          
           
             Had
             not
             
             Jove's
             Daughter
             Pallas
             then
             been
             there
             .
          
           
             She
             to
             the
             People
             call'd
             aloud
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             Hold
             Ithacesians
             .
             The
             Quarrel
             may
          
           
             Without
             more
             blood
             be
             ended
             .
             They
             afraid
          
           
             Of
             th'
             Heavenly
             voice
             began
             to
             run
             away
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             yet
             not
             ceased
             to
             pursue
          
           
             The
             Captains
             of
             his
             foes
             ,
             till
             from
             above
          
           
             In
             Thunder
             Jove
             his
             sooty
             Bolt
             down
             threw
             .
          
           
             Then
             Pallas
             said
             ,
             Beware
             ;
             offend
             not
             Jove
             .
          
           
             And
             glad
             was
             then
             Ulysses
             to
             give
             o're
             .
          
           
             By
             Pallas
             were
             propounded
             terms
             of
             Peace
          
           
             In
             
             Meutor's
             shape
             ;
             and
             each
             part
             to
             them
             swore
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             it
             was
             agreed
             the
             War
             should
             cease
             .
          
        
      
       
         FINIS
         .
      
    
     
       
         
         
           THE
           CONTENTS
           .
        
         
           
             
               LIB
               .
               I.
            
             IN
             a
             Council
             of
             the
             Gods
             
               (
               Neptune
            
             absent
             )
             Pallas
             procureth
             an
             Order
             for
             the
             restitution
             of
             Ulysses
             .
             And
             appearing
             to
             his
             Son
             Telemachus
             in
             humane
             shape
             ,
             adviseth
             him
             to
             complain
             of
             the
             Suiters
             before
             the
             Council
             of
             the
             Lords
             ,
             and
             then
             to
             go
             to
             Pylus
             and
             Sparta
             to
             enquire
             about
             his
             Father
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               II.
               Telemachus
            
             complains
             in
             vain
             ,
             and
             borrowing
             a
             Ship
             goes
             secretly
             to
             Pyle
             by
             night
             .
             And
             how
             he
             was
             there
             received
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               III.
               Nestor
            
             entertains
             him
             at
             Pyle
             ,
             and
             tells
             him
             how
             the
             Greeks
             departed
             from
             Troy
             ;
             and
             sends
             him
             for
             further
             information
             to
             Sparta
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               IV.
            
             His
             entertainment
             at
             Sparta
             ,
             where
             Menelaus
             tells
             him
             what
             befel
             many
             of
             the
             Greeks
             in
             their
             return
             ;
             that
             Ulysses
             was
             with
             Calypso
             in
             the
             Isl●
             Ogygia
             ,
             as
             he
             was
             told
             by
             Proteus
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               V.
            
             The
             Gods
             in
             Council
             command
             Calypso
             (
             by
             Mercury
             )
             to
             send
             away
             Ulysses
             ,
             on
             a
             Raft
             of
             Trees
             ;
             and
             Neptune
             returning
             from
             Aethiopia
             ,
             and
             seeing
             him
             on
             the
             Coast
             of
             Phaeacia
             ,
             scattered
             his
             Raft
             ;
             and
             how
             by
             the
             help
             of
             Ino
             he
             swam
             ashore
             ,
             and
             slept
             in
             a
             beap
             of
             dry
             leaves
             till
             the
             next
             day
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               VI.
               Nausicaa
            
             going
             to
             a
             River
             near
             that
             place
             to
             wash
             the
             Clothes
             of
             her
             Father
             ,
             Mother
             and
             Brethren
             ,
             while
             the
             Clothes
             were
             drying
             played
             with
             her
             Maids
             at
             Ball
             ;
             and
             Ulysses
             coming
             forth
             is
             fed
             and
             cloath'd
             ,
             and
             led
             to
             the
             house
             of
             her
             Father
             King
             Alcinous
             ,
             where
             being
             received
             ,
             the
             Queen
             after
             Supper
             taking
             notice
             of
             his
             Garments
             ,
             gave
             him
             occasion
             to
             relate
             his
             Passage
             thither
             on
             the
             Raft
             .
          
           
             
             
               LIB
               .
               VII
               .
               Alcinous
            
             entertains
             him
             ,
             and
             grants
             him
             a
             Convoy
             ;
             and
             both
             he
             and
             the
             Lords
             give
             him
             Presents
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               VIII
            
             .
             The
             next
             days
             entertainment
             of
             Ulysses
             ,
             where
             he
             sees
             them
             contend
             in
             Wrestling
             and
             other
             Exercises
             ;
             and
             upon
             provocation
             took
             up
             a
             greater
             stone
             than
             that
             which
             they
             were
             throwing
             ,
             and
             over-threw
             them
             all
             .
             And
             how
             the
             King
             asked
             his
             name
             ,
             his
             Country
             ,
             and
             his
             Adventure
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               IX
               .
               Ulysses
            
             relates
             ,
             first
             ,
             what
             befel
             him
             amongst
             the
             Cicones
             at
             Ismarus
             .
             Secondly
             ,
             amongst
             the
             Lotophagi
             .
             Thirdly
             ,
             how
             he
             was
             used
             by
             the
             Cyclops
             Polyphemus
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               X.
               Ulysses
            
             his
             entertainment
             by
             Aeolus
             ,
             of
             whom
             he
             received
             a
             fair
             Wind
             for
             the
             present
             ,
             and
             all
             the
             rest
             of
             the
             winds
             tied
             in
             a
             Bag
             ;
             which
             his
             men
             untying
             ,
             flew
             out
             ,
             and
             carried
             him
             back
             to
             Aeolus
             ,
             who
             refusea
             to
             receive
             him
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XI
            
             .
             His
             Adventure
             at
             Lestrigonia
             with
             Antiphates
             ,
             where
             of
             twelve
             ships
             he
             lost
             eleven
             ,
             men
             and
             all
             .
             How
             he
             went
             thence
             to
             the
             Isle
             Aeaa
             ,
             where
             half
             of
             his
             men
             were
             turn'd
             by
             Circe
             into
             Swine
             ;
             and
             how
             he
             went
             himself
             with
             the
             other
             half
             ,
             and
             by
             the
             help
             of
             Mercury
             recovered
             them
             ,
             and
             stayed
             with
             Circe
             a
             year
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XII
               .
               Ulysses
            
             his
             descent
             into
             Hell
             ,
             and
             discourses
             with
             the
             Ghosts
             of
             the
             deceased
             Heroes
             .
             His
             passage
             by
             the
             Sirens
             ,
             and
             by
             Scylla
             and
             Charibdis
             .
             The
             Sacriledge
             committed
             by
             his
             men
             in
             the
             Isle
             Thrinacia
             .
             The
             destruction
             of
             his
             ship
             &
             men
             .
             How
             he
             swam
             on
             a
             plank
             nine
             days
             together
             ,
             and
             came
             to
             Ogygia
             ,
             where
             he
             stayed
             seven
             years
             with
             Calypso
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XIII
               .
               Ulysses
            
             sleeping
             is
             set
             ashore
             at
             Ithaca
             by
             the
             Phaeacians
             ,
             and
             waking
             knows
             it
             not
             .
             Pallas
             in
             form
             of
             a
             Shepherd
             helps
             to
             hide
             his
             Treasure
             .
             The
             ship
             that
             coveyed
             him
             is
             turn'd
             into
             a
             Rock
             ;
             and
             Ulysses
             by
             Pallas
             is
             instructed
             what
             to
             do
             ,
             and
             transformed
             into
             an
             old
             Beggar-man
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XIV
               .
               Ulysses
            
             in
             form
             of
             a
             Beggar
             goes
             to
             Eumaus
             the
             Master
             
             of
             his
             Swine
             ,
             where
             he
             is
             well
             used
             ,
             and
             tells
             a
             feigned
             story
             ,
             and
             informs
             himself
             of
             the
             behaviour
             of
             the
             Wooers
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XV.
               Pallas
            
             sends
             home
             Telemachus
             from
             Lacedaemon
             with
             the
             Presents
             given
             him
             by
             
               Menelaus
               .
               Telemachus
            
             landed
             ,
             goes
             first
             to
             Eumaeus
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XVI
               .
               Telemachus
            
             sends
             Eumaeus
             to
             the
             City
             to
             tell
             his
             Mother
             of
             his
             return
             .
             And
             how
             in
             the
             mean
             time
             .
             Ulysses
             discovers
             himself
             to
             his
             Son.
             
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XVII
               .
               Telemachus
            
             relates
             to
             his
             Mother
             what
             be
             had
             heard
             at
             Pyle
             and
             Sparta
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XVIII
            
             .
             The
             fighting
             at
             Fists
             of
             Ulysses
             with
             Irus
             .
             His
             admo●ition
             to
             
               Amphinomus
               .
               Penelope
            
             appears
             before
             the
             Wooers
             ,
             and
             draws
             Presents
             from
             them
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XIX
               .
               Telemachus
            
             removes
             the
             Arms
             out
             of
             the
             Hall.
             Ulysses
             discourseth
             with
             Penelope
             .
             And
             is
             known
             by
             his
             Nurse
             ,
             but
             concealed
             .
             And
             the
             hunting
             of
             the
             Bore
             upon
             that
             occasion
             related
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XX.
               Pallas
            
             and
             Ulysses
             consult
             of
             the
             killing
             of
             the
             Wooers
             .
             Ulysses
             makes
             himself
             known
             to
             Eumaeus
             and
             Philoetius
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XXI
               .
               Penelope
            
             bringeth
             forth
             her
             Husbands
             Bowe
             .
             Which
             the
             Suiters
             could
             not
             bend
             ,
             but
             was
             bent
             by
             Ulysses
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XXII
            
             .
             The
             killing
             of
             the
             Wooers
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XXIII
               .
               Ulysses
            
             maketh
             himself
             known
             to
             Penelope
             ,
             tells
             her
             his
             Adventures
             briefly
             ;
             and
             in
             the
             morning
             goes
             to
             Laertes
             ,
             and
             makes
             himself
             known
             to
             him
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XXIV
            
             .
             The
             Ithacesians
             bury
             the
             Wooers
             ,
             and
             sitting
             in
             Council
             resolve
             on
             revenge
             .
             And
             coming
             near
             the
             house
             of
             Laertes
             ,
             are
             met
             by
             Ulysses
             ,
             and
             Laertes
             with
             Telemachus
             and
             Servants
             ,
             the
             whole
             number
             twelve
             ,
             and
             overcome
             ,
             and
             submit
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ERRATA
           .
        
         
           EPist
           .
           page
           4.
           line
           20.
           for
           
             of
             Poet
          
           ,
           r.
           of
           the
           Poet.
           Lib.
           1.
           page
           11.
           l.
           7.
           for
           m●an
           ,
           r.
           men
           .
           p.
           13.
           l.
           for
           Father
           ,
           r.
           Fathers
           .
           p.
           14.
           l.
           1.
           between
           to
           and
           Ulysses
           ,
           put
           in
           Troy.
           p.
           17.
           l.
           36.
           for
           you
           ,
           r.
           he
           .
           p.
           19.
           l.
           7.
           for
           as
           ,
           r.
           and.
           p.
           20.
           l.
           35.
           put
           out
           yet
           .
           p.
           60
           l.
           1.
           for
           he
           r.
           she
           .
           l.
           11.
           put
           o
           it
           you
           .
           p.
           65.
           l.
           15.
           for
           cry
           ,
           r.
           try
           .
           p.
           76.
           l.
           9.
           after
           air
           ,
           put
           in
           had
           .
           p.
           110.
           l.
           1.
           for
           at
           ,
           r.
           art
           .
           p.
           144.
           l.
           5
           for
           night
           r.
           wight
           .
           p.
           148.
           l.
           27.
           between
           have
           and
           dangers
           ,
           put
           in
           many
           .
           p
           18●
           ▪
           l.
           30.
           for
           O●●lochus
           ,
           r.
           Orsilochus
           .
           p.
           184.
           l.
           31.
           for
           and
           ,
           r.
           am
           .
           p.
           185.
           l.
           8.
           for
           Tho
           ,
           r.
           Thoae
           .
           p.
           221.
           l.
           20.
           for
           rise
           ,
           r.
           rose
           .
           p.
           225.
           l.
           21.
           for
           see
           ,
           r.
           see
           .
        
      
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A44271-e110
           
             
               
                 that
                 is
              
               ,
            
             
               The
               Side
               that
               Won
               the
               Gods
               approved
               most
               ,
            
             
               But
               Cato
               better
               lik'd
               the
               Side
               that
               lost
               .