Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“Friends, when a righteous word has been spoken, none surely would
rebuke another with hard speech and be angry. Misuse ye not this
stranger, nor any of the thralls that are in the house of godlike
Odysseus. But to Telemachus himself I would speak a soft word and to
his mother, if perchance it may find favour with the mind of those
twain. So long as your hearts within you had hope of the wise Odysseus
returning to his own house, so long none could be wroth that ye waited
and held back the wooers in the halls, for so had it been better, if
Odysseus had returned and come back to his own home. But now the event
is plain, that he will return no more. Go then, sit by thy mother and
tell her all, namely, that she must wed the best man that wooes her,
and whose gives most gifts; so shalt thou with gladness live on the
heritage of thy father, eating and drinking, while she cares for
another’s house.”
Then wise Telemachus answered, and said: “Nay by Zeus, Agelaus, and by
the griefs of my father, who far away methinks from Ithaca has perished
or goes wandering, in nowise do I delay my mother’s marriage; nay, I
bid her be married to what man she will, and withal I offer gifts
without number. But I do indeed feel shame to drive her forth from the
hall, despite her will, by a word of compulsion; God forbid that ever
this should be.”
So spake Telemachus, but among the wooers Pallas Athene roused laughter
unquenchable, and drave their wits wandering. And now they were
laughing with alien lips, and blood-bedabbled was the flesh they ate,
and their eyes were filled with tears and their soul was fain of
lamentation. Then the godlike Theoclymenus spake among them:
“Ah, wretched men, what woe is this ye suffer? Shrouded in night are
your heads and your faces and your knees, and kindled is the voice of
wailing, and all cheeks are wet with tears, and the walls and the fair
main-beams of the roof are sprinkled with blood. And the porch is full,
and full is the court, of ghosts that hasten hellwards beneath the
gloom, and the sun has perished out of heaven, and an evil mist has
overspread the world.”
So spake he, and they all laughed sweetly at him. Then Eurymachus, son
of Polybus, began to speak to them, saying:
“The guest that is newly come from a strange land is beside himself.
Quick, ye young men, and convey him forth out of doors, that he may go
to the place of the gathering, since here he finds it dark as night.”
Then godlike Theoclymenus answered him: “Eurymachus, in nowise do I
seek guides of thee to send me on my way. Eyes have I, and ears, and
both my feet, and a stable mind in my breast of no mean fashioning.
With these I will go forth, for I see evil coming on you, which not one
man of the wooers may avoid or shun, of all you who in the house of
divine Odysseus deal insolently with men and devise infatuate deeds.”
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