Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
And Odysseus of many counsels answered him saying: “Amphinomus, verily
thou seemest to me a prudent man enough; for such too was the father of
whom thou art sprung, for I have heard the fair fame of him, how that
Nisus of Dulichium was a good man and a rich, and his son they say thou
art, and thou seemest a man of understanding. Wherefore I will tell
thee, and do thou mark and listen to me. Nought feebler doth the earth
nurture than man, of all the creatures that breathe and move upon the
face of the earth. Lo, he thinks that he shall never suffer evil in
time to come, while the gods give him happiness, and his limbs move
lightly. But when again the blessed gods have wrought for him sorrow,
even so he bears it, as he must, with a steadfast heart. For the spirit
of men upon the earth is even as their day, that comes upon them from
the father of gods and men. Yea, and I too once was like to have been
prosperous among men, but many an infatuate deed I did, giving place to
mine own hardihood and strength, and trusting to my father and my
brethren. Wherefore let no man for ever be lawless any more, but keep
quietly the gifts of the gods, whatsoever they may give. Such infatuate
deeds do I see the wooers devising, as they waste the wealth, and hold
in no regard the wife of a man, who, methinks, will not much longer be
far from his friends and his own land; nay he is very near. But for
thee, may some god withdraw thee hence to thy home, and mayst thou not
meet him in the day when he returns to his own dear country! For not
without blood, as I deem, will they be sundered, the wooers and
Odysseus, when once he shall have come beneath his own roof.”
Thus he spake, and poured an offering and then drank of the honey-sweet
wine, and again set the cup in the hands of the arrayer of the people.
But the other went back through the hall, sad at heart and bowing his
head; for verily his soul boded evil. Yet even so he avoided not his
fate, for Athene had bound him likewise to be slain outright at the
hands and by the spear of Telemachus. So he sat down again on the high
seat whence he had arisen.
Now the goddess, grey-eyed Athene, put it into the heart of the
daughter of Icarius, wise Penelope, to show herself to the wooers, that
she might make their heart all flutter with hope, and that she might
win yet more worship from her lord and her son than heretofore. To she
laughed an idle laugh, and spake to the nurse, and hailed her, saying:
“Eurynome, my heart yearns, though before I had no such desire, to show
myself to the wooers, hateful as they are. I would also say a word to
my son, that will be for his weal, namely, that he should not for ever
consort with the proud wooers, who speak friendly with their lips, but
imagine evil in the latter end.”
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