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ἦ τοι ὁ πῖνε καὶ ἦσθε πολύτλας δῖος Ὀδυσσεὺς

steadfast goodly Odysseus did eat and drink eagerly, for it was long since he had tasted food. Now Nausicaa of the

οὐ γάρ πω τέθνηκεν ἐπὶ χθονὶ δῖος Ὀρέστης.

ill to speak words light as wind.’ “Thus we twain stood sorrowing, holding sad discourse, while the big tears

αὐτὰρ ὁ οἷς ἑτάροισιν ἐκέκλετο δῖος ὑφορβός·

of our labour without atonement.” Therewithal he cleft logs with the pitiless axe, and the others brought in a well-fatted

τὸν δʼ αὖ Τηλέμαχος πεπνυμένος ἀντίον ηὔδα·

then I should wish thee to keep and enjoy the gifts thyself, rather than any of these. But if I shall sow the

τὴν δʼ αὖ Τηλέμαχος πεπνυμένος ἀντίον ηὔδα·

comfortless. So dear a head do I long for in constant memory, namely, that man whose fame is noised abroad from Hellas to

ὁ ξεῖνος μάλα μοι δοκέει πεπνυμένος εἶναι.

I myself am the thirteenth. Now each man among you bring a fresh robe and a doublet, and a talent of fine gold, and

ἔνθʼ ἦλθεν φίλος υἱὸς Ὀδυσσῆος θείοιο,

abode in his dwelling. Thither too came the dear son of divine Odysseus out of sandy Pylos, voyaging with his

καὶ σύ, φίλος, μὴ δηθὰ δόμων ἄπο τῆλʼ ἀλάλησο,

whence none would hope in his heart to return, whom once the storms have driven wandering into so wide a sea. Thence

ὣς δʼ αὔτως ἠρᾶτο Ὀδυσσῆος φίλος υἱός.

off the spits, they divided the messes and shared the glorious feast. But when they had put from them the desire of meat and drink,

ἦ τοι μέν οἱ δεῦρο συβώτης ἡγεμόνευεν,

kill-joys of the feast? Dost thou count it a light thing that they assemble here and devour the living of thy master, but

αἶψα δέ μιν διέχευαν· ὁ δʼ ὠμοθετεῖτο συβώτης,

up small, and pierced it, and spitted and roasted it carefully, and drew it all off from the spits, and put the whole

ἀλλʼ ἐπετόλμησε, φρεσὶ δʼ ἔσχετο· τὸν δὲ συβώτης

of Zeus, if ever Odysseus burned on your altars pieces of the thighs of rams or kids, in their covering of rich fat,

ἣ φάτο Σαλμωνῆος ἀμύμονος ἔκγονος εἶναι,

was the child of noble Salmoneus, and declared herself the wife of Cretheus, son of Aeolus. She loved a river, the

μεσσηγύς τε θόλου καὶ ἀμύμονος ἕρκεος αὐλῆς,

order, lead the maidens without the stablished hall, between the vaulted room and the goodly fence of the court, and

καὶ Πατροκλῆος καὶ ἀμύμονος Ἀντιλόχοιο

Peleus. So these were flocking round Achilles, and the spirit of Agamemnon, son of Atreus, drew nigh sorrowful; and about him were