change of raiment—cloak And tunic—nor will I accept the gift, Though great my need, until he comes again. For as the gates of hell do I detest The man who, tempted by his poverty, Deceives with lying words. Now Jupiter Bear witness, and this hospitable board And hearth of good Ulysses where I sit, That all which I foretell will come to pass. This very year Ulysses will return. He, when this month goes out, and as the next Is entering, will be here in his domain, To be avenged on those, whoe’er they be, That dare insult his wife and noble
And then, Eumaeus, thou didst answer thus: > “Old man, I shall not give thee that reward, For never will Ulysses come again To his own palace. Drink thy wine in peace, And let us give our thoughts to other things. Remind me not of this again; my heart Grows heavy in my bosom when I hear My honored master named. But leave the oath Unsworn, and may Ulysses come, as we Earnestly wish—I and Penelope, And old Laertes, and the godlike youth Telemachus. And then, again, I bear Perpetual sorrow for