Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
But the goodly Odysseus laid him down to sleep in the vestibule of the
house. He spread an undressed bull’s hide on the ground and above it
many fleeces of sheep, that the Achaeans were wont to slay in
sacrifice, and Eurynome threw a mantle over him where he lay. There
Odysseus lay wakeful, with evil thoughts against the wooers in his
heart. And the women came forth from their chamber, that aforetime were
wont to lie with the wooers, making laughter and mirth among
themselves. Then the heart of Odysseus was stirred within his breast,
and much he communed with his mind and soul, whether he should leap
forth upon them and deal death to each, or suffer them to lie with the
proud wooers, now for the last and latest time. And his heart growled
sullenly within him. And even as a bitch stands over her tender whelps
growling, when she spies a man she knows not, and she is eager to
assail him, so growled his heart within him in his wrath at their evil
deeds. Then he smote upon his breast and rebuked his own heart, saying:
“Endure, my heart; yea, a baser thing thou once didst bear, on that day
when the Cyclops, unrestrained in fury, devoured the mighty men of my
company; but still thou didst endure till thy craft found a way for
thee forth from out the cave, where thou thoughtest to die.”
So spake he, chiding his own spirit within him, and his heart verily
abode steadfast in obedience to his word. But Odysseus himself lay
tossing this way and that. And as when a man by a great fire burning
takes a paunch full of fat and blood, and turns it this way and that
and longs to have it roasted most speedily, so Odysseus tossed from
side to side, musing how he might stretch forth his hands upon the
shameless wooers, being but one man against so many. Then down from
heaven came Athene and drew nigh him, fashioned in the likeness of a
woman. And she stood over his head and spake to him, saying:
“Lo now again, wherefore art thou watching, most luckless of all men
living? Is not this thy house and is not thy wife there within and thy
child, such a son as men wish to have for their own?”
Then Odysseus of many counsels answered her saying: “Yea, goddess, all
this thou hast spoken as is meet. But my heart within me muses in some
measure upon this, how I may stretch forth my hands upon the shameless
wooers, being but one man, while they abide ever in their companies
within. Moreover this other and harder matter I ponder in my heart:
even if I were to slay them by thy will and the will of Zeus, whither
should I flee from the avengers? Look well to this, I pray thee.”
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