Observant of his voice, Eumaeus sate And fed recumbent on a chair of state. Then instant rose, and as he moved along, ’Twas riot all amid the suitor throng, They feast, they dance, and raise the mirthful song Till now, declining towards the close of day, The sun obliquely shot his dewy ray. BOOK XVIII. ARGUMENT. THE FIGHT OF ULYSSES AND IRUS. The beggar Irus insults Ulysses; the suitors promote the quarrel, in which Irus is worsted, and miserably handled. Penelope descends, and receives the presents of the suitors. The dialogue of Ulysses with Eurymachus. While fix’d in thought the pensive hero sate, A mendicant approach’d the royal gate; A surly vagrant of the giant kind, The stain of manhood, of a coward mind: From feast to feast, insatiate to devour, He flew, attendant on the genial hour. Him on his mother’s knees, when babe he lay, She named Arnaeus on his natal day: But Irus his associates call’d the boy, Practised the common messenger to fly; Irus, a name expressive of the employ. From his own roof, with meditated blows, He strove to drive the man of mighty woes: “Hence, dotard! hence, and timely speed thy way, Lest dragg’d in vengeance thou repent thy stay; See how with nods assent yon princely train! But honouring age, in mercy I refrain: In peace away! lest, if persuasions fail, This arm with blows more eloquent prevail.” To whom, with stern regard: “O insolence, Indecently to rail without offence! What bounty gives without a rival share; I ask, what harms not thee, to breathe this air: Alike on alms we both precarious live: And canst thou envy when the great relieve? Know, from the bounteous heavens all riches flow, And what man gives, the gods by man bestow; Proud as thou art, henceforth no more be proud, Lest I imprint my vengeance in thy blood; Old as I am, should once my fury burn, How would’st thou fly, nor e’en in thought return!” “Mere woman-glutton! (thus the churl replied;) A tongue so flippant, with a throat so wide! Why cease I, gods! to dash those teeth away, Like some wild boar’s, that, greedy of his prey, Uproots the bearded corn? Rise, try the fight, Gird well thy loins, approach, and feel my might: Sure of defeat, before the peers engage: Unequal fight, when youth contends with age!” Thus in a wordy war their tongues display More fierce intents, preluding to the fray; Antinous hears, and in a jovial vein, Thus with loud laughter to the suitor train: “This happy day in mirth, my friends, employ, And lo! the gods conspire to crown our joy; See ready for the fight, and hand to hand, Yon surly mendicants contentious stand: Why urge we not to blows!” Well pleased they spring Swift from their seats, and thickening form a ring. To whom Antinous: “Lo! enrich’d with blood, A kid’s well-fatted entrails (tasteful food) On glowing embers lie; on him bestow The choicest portion who subdues his foe; Grant him unrivall’d in these walls to stay, The sole attendant on the genial day.”