Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
Then spake to him the swineherd, a master of men: “Yea now, stranger, I
will plainly tell thee all. Laertes yet lives, and prays evermore to
Zeus that his life may waste from out his limbs within his halls. For
he has wondrous sorrow for his son that is far away, and for the wedded
lady his wise wife, whose death afflicted him in chief and brought him
to old age before his day. Now she died of very grief for her son
renowned, by an evil death, so may no man perish who dwells here and is
a friend to me in word and deed! So long as she was on earth, though in
much sorrow, I was glad to ask and enquire concerning her, for that she
herself had reared me along with long-robed Ctimene, her noble
daughter, the youngest of her children. With her I was reared, and she
honoured me little less than her own. But when we both came to the time
of our desire, to the flower of age, thereupon they sent her to Same,
and got a great bride-price; but my lady clad me in a mantle and a
doublet, raiment very fair, and gave me sandals for my feet and sent me
forth to the field, and right dear at heart she held me. But of these
things now at last am I lacking; yet the blessed gods prosper the work
of mine own hands, whereat I abide. Of this my substance I have eaten
and drunken and given to reverend strangers. But from my lady I may
hear naught pleasant, neither word nor deed, for evil hath fallen on
her house, a plague of froward men; yet thralls have a great desire to
speak before their mistress and find out all eat and drink, and
moreover to carry off somewhat with them to the field, such things as
ever comfort the heart of a thrall.”
And Odysseus of many counsels answered him saying: “Ah, Eumaeus, how
far then didst thou wander from thine own country and thy parents while
as yet thou wast but a child! But come, declare me this and plainly
tell it all. Was a wide-wayed town of men taken and sacked, wherein
dwelt thy father and thy lady mother, or did unfriendly men find thee
lonely, tending sheep or cattle, and shipped thee thence, and sold thee
into the house of thy master here, who paid for thee a goodly price?”
Then spake to him the swineherd, a master of men: Stranger, since thou
askest and questionest me hereof, give heed now in silence and make
merry, and abide here drinking wine. Lo, the nights now are of length
untold. Time is there to sleep, and time to listen and be glad; thou
needest not turn to bed before the hour; even too much sleep is
vexation of spirit. But for the rest, let him whose heart and mind bid
him, go forth and slumber, and at the dawning of the day let him break
his fast, and follow our master’s swine. But let us twain drink and
feast within the steading, and each in his neighbour’s sorrows take
delight, recalling them, for even the memory of griefs is a joy to a
man who hath been sore tried and wandered far. Wherefore I will tell
thee that whereof thou askest and dost question me.
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