Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“Even so I spake, and he straightway answered me, and said: ‘Nay, speak
not comfortably to me of death, oh great Odysseus. Rather would I live
on ground[20] as the hireling of another, with a landless man who had
no great livelihood, than bear sway among all the dead that be
departed. But come, tell me tidings of that lordly son of mine—did he
follow to the war to be a leader or not? And tell me of noble Peleus,
if thou hast heard aught,—is he yet held in worship among the
Myrmidons, or do they dishonour him from Hellas to Phthia, for that old
age binds him hand and foot? For I am no longer his champion under the
sun, so mighty a man as once I was, when in wide Troy I slew the best
of the host, and succoured the Argives. Ah! could I but come for an
hour to my father’s house as then I was, so would I make my might and
hands invincible, to be hateful to many an one of those who do him
despite and keep him from his honour.’
[20] ἐπάρουρος seems to mean “upon the earth,” “above ground,” as
opposed to the dead who are below, rather than “bound to the soil,” in
which sense most commentators take it.
“Even so he spake, but I answered him saying: ‘As for noble Peleus,
verily I have heard nought of him; but concerning thy dear son
Neoptolemus, I will tell thee all the truth, according to thy word. It
was I that led him up out of Scyros in my good hollow ship, in the wake
of the goodly-greaved Achaeans. Now oft as we took counsel around Troy
town, he was ever the first to speak, and no word missed the mark; the
godlike Nestor and I alone surpassed him. But whensoever we Achaeans
did battle on the plain of Troy, he never tarried behind in the throng
or the press of men, but ran out far before us all, yielding to none in
that might of his. And many men he slew in warfare dread; but I could
not tell of all or name their names, even all the host he slew in
succouring the Argives; but, ah, how he smote with the sword that son
of Telephus, the hero Eurypylus, and many Ceteians[21] of his company
were slain around him, by reason of a woman’s bribe. He truly was the
comeliest man that ever I saw, next to goodly Memnon. And again when
we, the best of the Argives, were about to go down into the horse which
Epeus wrought, and the charge of all was laid on me, both to open the
door of our good ambush and to shut the same, then did the other
princes and counsellors of the Danaans wipe away the tears, and the
limbs of each one trembled beneath him, but never once did I see thy
son’s fair face wax pale, nor did he wipe the tears from his cheeks:
but he besought me often to let him go forth from the horse, and kept
handling his sword-hilt, and his heavy bronze-shod spear, and he was
set on mischief against the Trojans. But after we had sacked the steep
city of Priam, he embarked unscathed with his share of the spoil, and
with a noble prize; he was not smitten with the sharp spear, and got no
wound in close fight: and many such chances there be in war, for Ares
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