Muse make the man thy theme, for shrewdness famed

And genius versatile, who far and wide

A Wand'rer, after Ilium overthrown,

Discover'd various cities, and the mind

And manners learn'd of men, in lands remote.

He num'rous woes on Ocean toss'd, endured,

Anxious to save himself, and to conduct

His followers to their home; yet all his care

Preserved them not; they perish'd self-destroy'd

By their own fault; infatuate! who devoured

10 The oxen of the all-o'erseeing Sun,

And, punish'd for that crime, return'd no more.

Daughter divine of Jove, these things record,

As it may please thee, even in our ears.

The rest, all those who had perdition 'scaped

By war or on the Deep, dwelt now at home;

Him only, of his country and his wife

Alike desirous, in her hollow grots

Calypso, Goddess beautiful, detained

Wooing him to her arms. But when, at length,

20 (Many a long year elapsed) the year arrived

Of his return (by the decree of heav'n)

To Ithaca, not even then had he,

Although surrounded by his people, reach'd

The period of his suff'rings and his toils.

Yet all the Gods, with pity moved, beheld

His woes, save Neptune; He alone with wrath

Unceasing and implacable pursued

Godlike Ulysses to his native shores.

But Neptune, now, the Æthiopians fought,

30 (The Æthiopians, utmost of mankind,

These Eastward situate, those toward the West)

Call'd to an hecatomb of bulls and lambs.

There sitting, pleas'd he banqueted; the Gods

In Jove's abode, meantime, assembled all,

'Midst whom the Sire of heav'n and earth began.

For he recall'd to mind Ægisthus slain

By Agamemnon's celebrated son

Orestes, and retracing in his thought

That dread event, the Immortals thus address'd.

40 Alas! how prone are human-kind to blame

The Pow'rs of Heav'n! From us, they say, proceed

The ills which they endure, yet more than Fate

Herself inflicts, by their own crimes incur.

So now Ægisthus, by no force constrained

Of Destiny, Atrides' wedded wife

Took to himself, and him at his return

Slew, not unwarn'd of his own dreadful end

By us: for we commanded Hermes down

The watchful Argicide, who bade him fear

50 Alike, to slay the King, or woo the Queen.

For that Atrides' son Orestes, soon

As grown mature, and eager to assume

His sway imperial, should avenge the deed.

So Hermes spake, but his advice moved not

Ægisthus, on whose head the whole arrear

Of vengeance heap'd, at last, hath therefore fall'n.

Whom answer'd then Pallas cærulean-eyed.

Oh Jove, Saturnian Sire, o'er all supreme!

And well he merited the death he found;

60 So perish all, who shall, like him, offend.

But with a bosom anguish-rent I view

Ulysses, hapless Chief! who from his friends

Remote, affliction hath long time endured

In yonder woodland isle, the central boss

Of Ocean. That retreat a Goddess holds,

Daughter of sapient Atlas, who the abyss

Knows to its bottom, and the pillars high

Himself upbears which sep'rate earth from heav'n.

His daughter, there, the sorrowing Chief detains,

70 And ever with smooth speech insidious seeks

To wean his heart from Ithaca; meantime

Ulysses, happy might he but behold

The smoke ascending from his native land,

Death covets. Canst thou not, Olympian Jove!

At last relent? Hath not Ulysses oft

With victims slain amid Achaia's fleet

Thee gratified, while yet at Troy he fought?

How hath he then so deep incensed thee, Jove?

To whom, the cloud-assembler God replied.

80 What word hath pass'd thy lips, Daughter belov'd?

Can I forget Ulysses? Him forget

So noble, who in wisdom all mankind

Excels, and who hath sacrific'd so oft

To us whose dwelling is the boundless heav'n?

Earth-circling Neptune-He it is whose wrath

Pursues him ceaseless for the Cyclops' sake

Polypheme, strongest of the giant race,

Whom of his eye Ulysses hath deprived.

For Him, Thoösa bore, Nymph of the sea

90 From Phorcys sprung, by Ocean's mighty pow'r

Impregnated in caverns of the Deep.

E'er since that day, the Shaker of the shores,

Although he slay him not, yet devious drives

Ulysses from his native isle afar.

Yet come-in full assembly his return

Contrive we now, both means and prosp'rous end;

So Neptune shall his wrath remit, whose pow'r

In contest with the force of all the Gods

Exerted single, can but strive in vain.

100 To whom Minerva, Goddess azure-eyed.

Oh Jupiter! above all Kings enthroned!

If the Immortals ever-blest ordain

That wise Ulysses to his home return,

Dispatch we then Hermes the Argicide,

Our messenger, hence to Ogygia's isle,

Who shall inform Calypso, nymph divine,

Of this our fixt resolve, that to his home

Ulysses, toil-enduring Chief, repair.

Myself will hence to Ithaca, meantime,

110 His son to animate, and with new force

Inspire, that (the Achaians all convened

In council,) he may, instant, bid depart

The suitors from his home, who, day by day,

His num'rous flocks and fatted herds consume.

And I will send him thence to Sparta forth,

And into sandy Pylus, there to hear

(If hear he may) some tidings of his Sire,

And to procure himself a glorious name.

This said, her golden sandals to her feet

120 She bound, ambrosial, which o'er all the earth

And o'er the moist flood waft her fleet as air,

Then, seizing her strong spear pointed with brass,

In length and bulk, and weight a matchless beam,

With which the Jove-born Goddess levels ranks

Of Heroes, against whom her anger burns,

From the Olympian summit down she flew,

And on the threshold of Ulysses' hall

In Ithaca, and within his vestibule

Apparent stood; there, grasping her bright spear,

130 Mentes[1] she seem'd, the hospitable Chief

Of Taphos' isle-she found the haughty throng

The suitors; they before the palace gate

With iv'ry cubes sported, on num'rous hides

Reclined of oxen which themselves had slain.

The heralds and the busy menials there

Minister'd to them; these their mantling cups

With water slaked; with bibulous sponges those

Made clean the tables, set the banquet on,

And portioned out to each his plenteous share.

140 Long ere the rest Telemachus himself

Mark'd her, for sad amid them all he sat,

Pourtraying in deep thought contemplative

His noble Sire, and questioning if yet

Perchance the Hero might return to chase

From all his palace that imperious herd,

To his own honour lord of his own home.

Amid them musing thus, sudden he saw

The Goddess, and sprang forth, for he abhorr'd

To see a guest's admittance long delay'd;

150 Approaching eager, her right hand he seized,

The brazen spear took from her, and in words

With welcome wing'd Minerva thus address'd.

Stranger, all hail! to share our cordial love

Thou com'st; the banquet finish'd, thou shalt next

Inform me wherefore thou hast here arrived.

So saying, toward the spacious hall he moved,

Follow'd by Pallas, and, arriving soon

Beneath the lofty roof, placed her bright spear

Within a pillar's cavity, long time

160 The armoury where many a spear had stood,

Bright weapons of his own illustrious Sire.

Then, leading her toward a footstool'd throne

Magnificent, which first he overspread

With linen, there he seated her, apart

From that rude throng, and for himself disposed

A throne of various colours at her side,

Lest, stunn'd with clamour of the lawless band,

The new-arrived should loth perchance to eat,

And that more free he might the stranger's ear

170 With questions of his absent Sire address,

And now a maiden charg'd with golden ew'r,

And with an argent laver, pouring first

Pure water on their hands, supplied them, next,

With a resplendent table, which the chaste

Directress of the stores furnish'd with bread

And dainties, remnants of the last regale.

Then, in his turn, the sewer[2] with sav'ry meats,

Dish after dish, served them, of various kinds,

And golden cups beside the chargers placed,

180 Which the attendant herald fill'd with wine.

Ere long, in rush'd the suitors, and the thrones

And couches occupied, on all whose hands

The heralds pour'd pure water; then the maids

Attended them with bread in baskets heap'd,

And eager they assail'd the ready feast.

At length, when neither thirst nor hunger more

They felt unsatisfied, to new delights

Their thoughts they turn'd, to song and sprightly dance,

Enlivening sequel of the banquet's joys.

190 An herald, then, to Phemius' hand consign'd

His beauteous lyre; he through constraint regaled

The suitors with his song, and while the chords

He struck in prelude to his pleasant strains,

Telemachus his head inclining nigh

To Pallas' ear, lest others should his words

Witness, the blue-eyed Goddess thus bespake.

My inmate and my friend! far from my lips

Be ev'ry word that might displease thine ear!

The song-the harp, — what can they less than charm

200 These wantons? who the bread unpurchased eat

Of one whose bones on yonder continent

Lie mould'ring, drench'd by all the show'rs of heaven,

Or roll at random in the billowy deep.

Ah! could they see him once to his own isle

Restored, both gold and raiment they would wish

Far less, and nimbleness of foot instead.

But He, alas! hath by a wretched fate,

Past question perish'd, and what news soe'er

We hear of his return, kindles no hope

210 In us, convinced that he returns no more.

But answer undissembling; tell me true;

Who art thou? whence? where stands thy city? where

Thy father's mansion? In what kind of ship

Cam'st thou? Why steer'd the mariners their course

To Ithaca, and of what land are they?

For that on foot thou found'st us not, is sure.

This also tell me, hast thou now arrived

New to our isle, or wast thou heretofore

My father's guest? Since many to our house

220 Resorted in those happier days, for he

Drew pow'rful to himself the hearts of all.

Then Pallas thus, Goddess cærulean-eyed.

I will with all simplicity of truth

Thy questions satisfy. Behold in me

Mentes, the offspring of a Chief renown'd

In war, Anchialus; and I rule, myself,

An island race, the Taphians oar-expert.

With ship and mariners I now arrive,

Seeking a people of another tongue

230 Athwart the gloomy flood, in quest of brass

For which I barter steel, ploughing the waves

To Temesa. My ship beneath the woods

Of Neïus, at yonder field that skirts

Your city, in the haven Rhethrus rides.

We are hereditary guests; our Sires

Were friends long since; as, when thou seest him next,

The Hero old Laertes will avouch,

Of whom, I learn, that he frequents no more

The city now, but in sequester'd scenes

240 Dwells sorrowful, and by an antient dame

With food and drink supplied oft as he feels

Refreshment needful to him, while he creeps

Between the rows of his luxuriant vines.

But I have come drawn hither by report,

Which spake thy Sire arrived, though still it seems

The adverse Gods his homeward course retard.

For not yet breathless lies the noble Chief,

But in some island of the boundless flood

Resides a prisoner, by barbarous force

250 Of some rude race detained reluctant there.

And I will now foreshow thee what the Gods

Teach me, and what, though neither augur skill'd

Nor prophet, I yet trust shall come to pass.

He shall not, henceforth, live an exile long

From his own shores, no, not although in bands

Of iron held, but will ere long contrive

His own return; for in expedients, framed

With wond'rous ingenuity, he abounds.

But tell me true; art thou, in stature such,

260 Son of himself Ulysses? for thy face

And eyes bright-sparkling, strongly indicate

Ulysses in thee. Frequent have we both

Conversed together thus, thy Sire and I,

Ere yet he went to Troy, the mark to which

So many Princes of Achaia steer'd.

Him since I saw not, nor Ulysses me.

To whom Telemachus, discrete, replied.

Stranger! I tell thee true; my mother's voice

Affirms me his, but since no mortal knows

270 His derivation, I affirm it not.

Would I had been son of some happier Sire,

Ordain'd in calm possession of his own

To reach the verge of life. But now, report

Proclaims me his, whom I of all mankind

Unhappiest deem.-Thy question is resolved.

Then answer thus Pallas blue-eyed return'd.

From no ignoble race, in future days,

The Gods shall prove thee sprung, whom so endow'd

With ev'ry grace Penelope hath borne.

280 But tell me true. What festival is this?

This throng-whence are they? wherefore hast thou need

Of such a multitude? Behold I here

A banquet, or a nuptial? for these

Meet not by contribution[3] to regale,

With such brutality and din they hold

Their riotous banquet! a wise man and good

Arriving, now, among them, at the sight

Of such enormities would much be wroth.

To whom replied Telemachus discrete.

290 Since, stranger! thou hast ask'd, learn also this.

While yet Ulysses, with his people dwelt,

His presence warranted the hope that here

Virtue should dwell and opulence; but heav'n

Hath cast for us, at length, a diff'rent lot,

And he is lost, as never man before.

For I should less lament even his death,

Had he among his friends at Ilium fall'n,

Or in the arms of his companions died,

Troy's siege accomplish'd. Then his tomb the Greeks

300 Of ev'ry tribe had built, and for his son,

He had immortal glory atchieved; but now,

By harpies torn inglorious, beyond reach

Of eye or ear he lies; and hath to me

Grief only, and unceasing sighs bequeath'd.

Nor mourn I for his sake alone; the Gods

Have plann'd for me still many a woe beside;

For all the rulers of the neighbour isles,

Samos, Dulichium, and the forest-crown'd

Zacynthus, others also, rulers here

310 In craggy Ithaca, my mother seek

In marriage, and my household stores consume.

But neither she those nuptial rites abhorr'd,

Refuses absolute, nor yet consents

To end them; they my patrimony waste

Meantime, and will not long spare even me.

To whom, with deep commiseration pang'd,

Pallas replied. Alas! great need hast thou

Of thy long absent father to avenge

These num'rous wrongs; for could he now appear

320 There, at yon portal, arm'd with helmet, shield,

And grasping his two spears, such as when first

I saw him drinking joyous at our board,

From Ilus son of Mermeris, who dwelt

In distant Ephyre, just then return'd,

(For thither also had Ulysses gone

In his swift bark, seeking some pois'nous drug

Wherewith to taint his brazen arrows keen,

Which drug through fear of the eternal Gods

Ilus refused him, and my father free

330 Gave to him, for he loved him past belief)

Could now, Ulysses, clad in arms as then,

Mix with these suitors, short his date of life

To each, and bitter should his nuptials prove.

But these events, whether he shall return

To take just vengeance under his own roof,

Or whether not, lie all in the Gods lap.

Meantime I counsel thee, thyself to think

By what means likeliest thou shalt expel

These from thy doors. Now mark me: close attend.

340 To-morrow, summoning the Grecian Chiefs

To council, speak to them, and call the Gods

To witness that solemnity. Bid go

The suitors hence, each to his own abode.

Thy mother-if her purpose be resolved

On marriage, let her to the house return

Of her own potent father, who, himself,

Shall furnish forth her matrimonial rites,

And ample dow'r, such as it well becomes

A darling daughter to receive, bestow.

350 But hear me now; thyself I thus advise.

The prime of all thy ships preparing, mann'd

With twenty rowers, voyage hence to seek

Intelligence of thy long-absent Sire.

Some mortal may inform thee, or a word,[4]

Perchance, by Jove directed (safest source

Of notice to mankind) may reach thine ear.

First voyaging to Pylus, there enquire

Of noble Nestor; thence to Sparta tend,

To question Menelaus amber-hair'd,

360 Latest arrived of all the host of Greece.

There should'st thou learn that still thy father lives,

And hope of his return, although

Distress'd, thou wilt be patient yet a year.

But should'st thou there hear tidings that he breathes

No longer, to thy native isle return'd,

First heap his tomb; then with such pomp perform

His funeral rites as his great name demands,

And make thy mother's spousals, next, thy care.

These duties satisfied, delib'rate last

370 Whether thou shalt these troublers of thy house

By stratagem, or by assault, destroy.

For thou art now no child, nor longer may'st

Sport like one. Hast thou not the proud report

Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired

With all mankind, his father's murtherer

Ægisthus slaying, the deceiver base

Who slaughter'd Agamemnon? Oh my friend!

(For with delight thy vig'rous growth I view,

And just proportion) be thou also bold,

380 And merit praise from ages yet to come.

But I will to my vessel now repair,

And to my mariners, whom, absent long,

I may perchance have troubled. Weigh thou well

My counsel; let not my advice be lost.

To whom Telemachus discrete replied.

Stranger! thy words bespeak thee much my friend,

Who, as a father teaches his own son,

Hast taught me, and I never will forget.

But, though in haste thy voyage to pursue,

390 Yet stay, that in the bath refreshing first

Thy limbs now weary, thou may'st sprightlier seek

Thy gallant bark, charged with some noble gift

Of finish'd workmanship, which thou shalt keep

As my memorial ever; such a boon

As men confer on guests whom much they love.

Then Pallas thus, Goddess cærulean-eyed.

Retard me not, for go I must; the gift

Which liberal thou desirest to bestow,

Give me at my return, that I may bear

400 The treasure home; and, in exchange, thyself

Expect some gift equivalent from me.

She spake, and as with eagle-wings upborne,

Vanish'd incontinent, but him inspired

With daring fortitude, and on his heart

Dearer remembrance of his Sire impress'd

Than ever. Conscious of the wond'rous change,

Amazed he stood, and, in his secret thought

Revolving all, believed his guest a God.

The youthful Hero to the suitors then

410 Repair'd; they silent, listen'd to the song

Of the illustrious Bard: he the return

Deplorable of the Achaian host

From Ilium by command of Pallas, sang.

Penelope, Icarius' daughter, mark'd

Meantime the song celestial, where she sat

In the superior palace; down she came,

By all the num'rous steps of her abode;

Not sole, for two fair handmaids follow'd her.

She then, divinest of her sex, arrived

420 In presence of that lawless throng, beneath

The portal of her stately mansion stood,

Between her maidens, with her lucid veil

Her lovely features mantling. There, profuse

She wept, and thus the sacred bard bespake.

Phemius! for many a sorrow-soothing strain

Thou know'st beside, such as exploits record

Of Gods and men, the poet's frequent theme;

Give them of those a song, and let themselves

Their wine drink noiseless; but this mournful strain

430 Break off, unfriendly to my bosom's peace,

And which of all hearts nearest touches mine,

With such regret my dearest Lord I mourn,

Rememb'ring still an husband praised from side

To side, and in the very heart of Greece.

Then answer thus Telemachus return'd.

My mother! wherefore should it give thee pain

If the delightful bard that theme pursue

To which he feels his mind impell'd? the bard

Blame not, but rather Jove, who, as he wills,

440 Materials for poetic art supplies.

No fault is his, if the disastrous fate

He sing of the Achaians, for the song

Wins ever from the hearers most applause

That has been least in use. Of all who fought

At Troy, Ulysses hath not lost, alone,

His day of glad return; but many a Chief

Hath perish'd also. Seek thou then again

Thy own apartment, spindle ply and loom,

And task thy maidens; management belongs

450 To men of joys convivial, and of men

Especially to me, chief ruler here.

She heard astonish'd; and the prudent speech

Reposing of her son deep in her heart,

Again with her attendant maidens sought

Her upper chamber. There arrived, she wept

Her lost Ulysses, till Minerva bathed

Her weary lids in dewy sleep profound.

Then echoed through the palace dark-bedimm'd

With evening shades the suitors boist'rous roar,

460 For each the royal bed burn'd to partake,

Whom thus Telemachus discrete address'd.

All ye my mother's suitors, though addict

To contumacious wrangling fierce, suspend

Your clamour, for a course to me it seems

More decent far, when such a bard as this,

Godlike, for sweetness, sings, to hear his song.

To-morrow meet we in full council all,

That I may plainly warn you to depart

From this our mansion. Seek ye where ye may

470 Your feasts; consume your own; alternate feed

Each at the other's cost; but if it seem

Wisest in your account and best, to eat

Voracious thus the patrimonial goods

Of one man, rend'ring no account of all,[5]

Bite to the roots; but know that I will cry

Ceaseless to the eternal Gods, in hope

That Jove, for retribution of the wrong,

Shall doom you, where ye have intruded, there

To bleed, and of your blood ask no account.

480 He ended, and each gnaw'd his lip, aghast

At his undaunted hardiness of speech.

Then thus Antinoüs spake, Eupithes' son.

Telemachus! the Gods, methinks, themselves

Teach thee sublimity, and to pronounce

Thy matter fearless. Ah forbid it, Jove!

That one so eloquent should with the weight

Of kingly cares in Ithaca be charged,

A realm, by claim hereditary, thine.

Then prudent thus Telemachus replied.

490 Although my speech Antinoüs may, perchance,

Provoke thee, know that I am not averse

From kingly cares, if Jove appoint me such.

Seems it to thee a burthen to be fear'd

By men above all others? trust me, no,

There is no ill in royalty; the man

So station'd, waits not long ere he obtain

Riches and honour. But I grant that Kings

Of the Achaians may no few be found

In sea-girt Ithaca both young and old,

500 Of whom since great Ulysses is no more,

Reign whoso may; but King, myself, I am

In my own house, and over all my own

Domestics, by Ulysses gained for me.

To whom Eurymachus replied, the son

Of Polybus. What Grecian Chief shall reign

In sea-girt Ithaca, must be referr'd

To the Gods' will, Telemachus! meantime

Thou hast unquestionable right to keep

Thy own, and to command in thy own house.

510 May never that man on her shores arrive,

While an inhabitant shall yet be left

In Ithaca, who shall by violence wrest

Thine from thee. But permit me, noble Sir!

To ask thee of thy guest. Whence came the man?

What country claims him? Where are to be found

His kindred and his patrimonial fields?

Brings he glad tidings of thy Sire's approach

Homeward? or came he to receive a debt

Due to himself? How swift he disappear'd!

520 Nor opportunity to know him gave

To those who wish'd it; for his face and air

Him speak not of Plebeian birth obscure.

Whom answered thus Telemachus discrete.

Eurymachus! my father comes no more.

I can no longer now tidings believe,

If such arrive; nor he'd I more the song

Of sooth-sayers whom my mother may consult.

But this my guest hath known in other days

My father, and he came from Taphos, son

530 Of brave Anchialus, Mentes by name,

And Chief of the sea-practis'd Taphian race.

So spake Telemachus, but in his heart

Knew well his guest a Goddess from the skies.

Then they to dance and heart-enlivening song

Turn'd joyous, waiting the approach of eve,

And dusky evening found them joyous still.

Then each, to his own house retiring, sought

Needful repose. Meantime Telemachus

To his own lofty chamber, built in view

540 Of the wide hall, retired; but with a heart

In various musings occupied intense.

Sage Euryclea, bearing in each hand

A torch, preceded him; her sire was Ops,

Pisenor's son, and, in her early prime,

At his own cost Laertes made her his,

Paying with twenty beeves her purchase-price,

Nor in less honour than his spotless wife

He held her ever, but his consort's wrath

Fearing, at no time call'd her to his bed.

550 She bore the torches, and with truer heart

Loved him than any of the female train,

For she had nurs'd him in his infant years.

He open'd his broad chamber-valves, and sat

On his couch-side: then putting off his vest

Of softest texture, placed it in the hands

Of the attendant dame discrete, who first

Folding it with exactest care, beside

His bed suspended it, and, going forth,

Drew by its silver ring the portal close,

560 And fasten'd it with bolt and brace secure.

There lay Telemachus, on finest wool

Reposed, contemplating all night his course

Prescribed by Pallas to the Pylian shore.

Aurora, rosy daughter of the dawn,

Now ting'd the East, when habited again,

Uprose Ulysses' offspring from his bed.

Athwart his back his faulchion keen he flung,

His sandals bound to his unsullied feet,

And, godlike, issued from his chamber-door.

At once the clear-voic'd heralds he enjoin'd

To call the Greeks to council; they aloud

Gave forth the summons, and the throng began.

When all were gather'd, and the assembly full,

10 Himself, his hand arm'd with a brazen spear,

Went also; nor alone he went; his hounds

Fleet-footed follow'd him, a faithful pair.

O'er all his form Minerva largely shed

Majestic grace divine, and, as he went,

The whole admiring concourse gaz'd on him,

The seniors gave him place, and down he sat

On his paternal Throne. Then grave arose

The Hero, old Ægyptius; bow'd with age

Was he, and by experience deep-inform'd.

20 His son had with Ulysses, godlike Chief,

On board his fleet to steed-fam'd Ilium gone,

The warrior Antiphus, whom in his cave

The savage Cyclops slew, and on his flesh

At ev'ning made obscene his last regale.

Three sons he had beside, a suitor one,

Eurynomus; the other two, employ

Found constant managing their Sire's concerns.

Yet he forgat not, father as he was

Of these, his absent eldest, whom he mourn'd

3 °Ceaseless, and thus his speech, weeping, began.

Hear me, ye men of Ithaca, my friends!

Nor council here nor session hath been held

Since great Ulysses left his native shore.

Who now convenes us? what especial need

Hath urged him, whether of our youth he be,

Or of our senators by age matured?

Have tidings reach'd him of our host's return,

Which here he would divulge? or brings he aught

Of public import on a diff'rent theme?

40 I deem him, whosoe'er he be, a man

Worthy to prosper, and may Jove vouchsafe

The full performance of his chief desire!

He ended, and Telemachus rejoiced

In that good omen. Ardent to begin,

He sat not long, but, moving to the midst,

Received the sceptre from Pisenor's hand,

His prudent herald, and addressing, next,

The hoary Chief Ægyptius, thus began.

Not far remote, as thou shalt soon thyself

50 Perceive, oh venerable Chief! he stands,

Who hath convened this council. I, am He.

I am in chief the suff'rer. Tidings none

Of the returning host I have received,

Which here I would divulge, nor bring I aught

Of public import on a different theme,

But my own trouble, on my own house fall'n,

And twofold fall'n. One is, that I have lost

A noble father, who, as fathers rule

Benign their children, govern'd once yourselves;

60 The other, and the more alarming ill,

With ruin threatens my whole house, and all

My patrimony with immediate waste.

Suitors, (their children who in this our isle

Hold highest rank) importunate besiege

My mother, though desirous not to wed,

And rather than resort to her own Sire

Icarius, who might give his daughter dow'r,

And portion her to whom he most approves,

(A course which, only named, moves their disgust)

70 They chuse, assembling all within my gates

Daily to make my beeves, my sheep, my goats

Their banquet, and to drink without restraint

My wine; whence ruin threatens us and ours;

For I have no Ulysses to relieve

Me and my family from this abuse.

Ourselves are not sufficient; we, alas!

Too feeble should be found, and yet to learn

How best to use the little force we own;

Else, had I pow'r, I would, myself, redress

80 The evil; for it now surpasses far

All suff'rance, now they ravage uncontroul'd,

Nor show of decency vouchsafe me more.

Oh be ashamed[6] yourselves; blush at the thought

Of such reproach as ye shall sure incur

From all our neighbour states, and fear beside

The wrath of the Immortals, lest they call

Yourselves one day to a severe account.

I pray you by Olympian Jove, by her

Whose voice convenes all councils, and again

90 Dissolves them, Themis, that henceforth ye cease,

That ye permit me, oh my friends! to wear

My days in solitary grief away,

Unless Ulysses, my illustrious Sire,

Hath in his anger any Greecian wrong'd,

Whose wrongs ye purpose to avenge on me,

Inciting these to plague me. Better far

Were my condition, if yourselves consumed

My substance and my revenue; from you

I might obtain, perchance, righteous amends

100 Hereafter; you I might with vehement suit

O'ercome, from house to house pleading aloud

For recompense, till I at last prevail'd.

But now, with darts of anguish ye transfix

My inmost soul, and I have no redress.

He spake impassion'd, and to earth cast down

His sceptre, weeping. Pity at that sight

Seiz'd all the people; mute the assembly sat

Long time, none dared to greet Telemachus

With answer rough, till of them all, at last,

110 Antinoüs, sole arising, thus replied.

Telemachus, intemp'rate in harangue,

High-sounding orator! it is thy drift

To make us all odious; but the offence

Lies not with us the suitors; she alone

Thy mother, who in subtlety excels,

And deep-wrought subterfuge, deserves the blame.

It is already the third year, and soon

Shall be the fourth, since with delusive art

Practising on their minds, she hath deceived

120 The Greecians; message after message sent

Brings hope to each, by turns, and promise fair,

But she, meantime, far otherwise intends.

Her other arts exhausted all, she framed

This stratagem; a web of amplest size

And subtlest woof beginning, thus she spake.

Princes, my suitors! since the noble Chief

Ulysses is no more, press not as yet

My nuptials, wait till I shall finish, first,

A fun'ral robe (lest all my threads decay)

130 Which for the antient Hero I prepare,

Laertes, looking for the mournful hour

When fate shall snatch him to eternal rest;

Else I the censure dread of all my sex,

Should he, so wealthy, want at last a shroud.

So spake the Queen, and unsuspicious, we

With her request complied. Thenceforth, all day

She wove the ample web, and by the aid

Of torches ravell'd it again at night.

Three years by such contrivance she deceived

140 The Greecians; but when (three whole years elaps'd)

The fourth arriv'd, then, conscious of the fraud,

A damsel of her train told all the truth,

And her we found rav'ling the beauteous work.

Thus, through necessity she hath, at length,

Perform'd the task, and in her own despight.

Now therefore, for the information clear

Of thee thyself, and of the other Greeks,

We answer. Send thy mother hence, with charge

That him she wed on whom her father's choice

150 Shall fall, and whom she shall, herself, approve.

But if by long procrastination still

She persevere wearing our patience out,

Attentive only to display the gifts

By Pallas so profusely dealt to her,

Works of surpassing skill, ingenious thought,

And subtle shifts, such as no beauteous Greek

(For aught that we have heard) in antient times

E'er practised, Tyro, or Alcemena fair,

Or fair Mycene, of whom none in art

160 E'er match'd Penelope, although we yield

To this her last invention little praise,

Then know, that these her suitors will consume

So long thy patrimony and thy goods,

As she her present purpose shall indulge,

With which the Gods inspire her. Great renown

She to herself insures, but equal woe

And devastation of thy wealth to thee;

For neither to our proper works at home

Go we, of that be sure, nor yet elsewhere,

170 Till him she wed, to whom she most inclines.

Him prudent, then, answer'd Telemachus.

Antinoüs! it is not possible

That I should thrust her forth against her will,

Who both produced and reared me. Be he dead,

Or still alive, my Sire is far remote,

And should I, voluntary, hence dismiss

My mother to Icarius, I must much

Refund, which hardship were and loss to me.

So doing, I should also wrath incur

180 From my offended Sire, and from the Gods

Still more; for she, departing, would invoke

Erynnis to avenge her, and reproach

Beside would follow me from all mankind.

That word I, therefore, never will pronounce.

No, if ye judge your treatment at her hands

Injurious to you, go ye forth yourselves,

Forsake my mansion; seek where else ye may

Your feasts; consume your own; alternate feed

Each at the other's cost. But if it seem

190 Wisest in your account and best to eat

Voracious thus the patrimonial goods

Of one man, rend'ring no account of all,

Bite to the roots; but know that I will cry

Ceaseless to the eternal Gods, in hope

That Jove, in retribution of the wrong,

Shall doom you, where ye have intruded, there

To bleed, and of your blood ask no account.

So spake Telemachus, and while he spake,

The Thund'rer from a lofty mountain-top

200 Turn'd off two eagles; on the winds, awhile,

With outspread pinions ample side by side

They floated; but, ere long, hov'ring aloft,

Right o'er the midst of the assembled Chiefs

They wheel'd around, clang'd all their num'rous plumes,

And with a downward look eyeing the throng,

Death boded, ominous; then rending each

The other's face and neck, they sprang at once

Toward the right, and darted through the town.

Amazement universal, at that sight,

210 Seized the assembly, and with anxious thought

Each scann'd the future; amidst whom arose

The Hero Halitherses, antient Seer,

Offspring of Mastor; for in judgment he

Of portents augural, and in forecast

Unerring, his coevals all excell'd,

And prudent thus the multitude bespake.

Ye men of Ithaca, give ear! hear all!

Though chief my speech shall to the suitors look,

For, on their heads devolved, comes down the woe.

220 Ulysses shall not from his friends, henceforth,

Live absent long, but, hasting to his home,

Comes even now, and as he comes, designs

A bloody death for these, whose bitter woes

No few shall share, inhabitants with us

Of pleasant Ithaca; but let us frame

Effectual means maturely to suppress

Their violent deeds, or rather let themselves

Repentant cease; and soonest shall be best.

Not inexpert, but well-inform'd I speak

230 The future, and the accomplishment announce

Of all which when Ulysses with the Greeks

Embark'd for Troy, I to himself foretold.

I said that, after many woes, and loss

Of all his people, in the twentieth year,

Unknown to all, he should regain his home,

And my prediction shall be now fulfill'd.

Him, then, Eurymachus thus answer'd rough

The son of Polybus. Hence to thy house,

Thou hoary dotard! there, prophetic, teach

240 Thy children to escape woes else to come.

Birds num'rous flutter in the beams of day,

Not all predictive. Death, far hence remote

Hath found Ulysses, and I would to heav'n

That, where he died, thyself had perish'd too.

Thou hadst not then run o'er with prophecy

As now, nor provocation to the wrath

Giv'n of Telemachus, in hope to win,

Perchance, for thine some favour at his hands.

But I to thee foretell, skilled as thou art

250 In legends old, (nor shall my threat be vain)

That if by artifice thou move to wrath

A younger than thyself, no matter whom,

Woe first the heavier on himself shall fall,

Nor shalt thou profit him by thy attempt,

And we will charge thee also with a mulct,

Which thou shalt pay with difficulty, and bear

The burthen of it with an aching heart.

As for Telemachus, I him advise,

Myself, and press the measure on his choice

260 Earnestly, that he send his mother hence

To her own father's house, who shall, himself,

Set forth her nuptial rites, and shall endow

His daughter sumptuously, and as he ought.

For this expensive wooing, as I judge,

Till then shall never cease; since we regard

No man-no-not Telemachus, although

In words exub'rant; neither fear we aught

Thy vain prognostics, venerable sir!

But only hate thee for their sake the more.

270 Waste will continue and disorder foul

Unremedied, so long as she shall hold

The suitors in suspense, for, day by day,

Our emulation goads us to the strife,

Nor shall we, going hence, seek to espouse

Each his own comfort suitable elsewhere.

To whom, discrete, Telemachus replied.

Eurymachus, and ye the suitor train

Illustrious, I have spoken: ye shall hear

No more this supplication urged by me.

280 The Gods, and all the Greeks, now know the truth.

But give me instantly a gallant bark

With twenty rowers, skill'd their course to win

To whatsoever haven; for I go

To sandy Pylus, and shall hasten thence

To Lacedemon, tidings to obtain

Of my long-absent Sire, or from the lips

Of man, or by a word from Jove vouchsafed

Himself, best source of notice to mankind.

If, there inform'd that still my father lives,

290 I hope conceive of his return, although

Distress'd, I shall be patient yet a year.

But should I learn, haply, that he survives

No longer, then, returning, I will raise

At home his tomb, will with such pomp perform

His fun'ral rites, as his great name demands,

And give my mother's hand to whom I may.