And thus, Eumaeus, thou didst make reply:
“Antinoüs, high as is thy station, thou Hast spoken ill. What man goes ever forth To bid a stranger to his house, unless The stranger be of those whose office is To serve the people, be he seer, or leech, Or architect, or poet heaven-inspired, Whose song is gladly heard? All these are called To feasts wherever men are found; but none Call in the poor, to live upon their means. Antinoüs, thou, of all the suitor-train, Dost ever with the greatest harshness treat The servants of Ulysses, chiefly me. I heed it not while sage Penelope Dwells in the palace with her godlike son.”
Then interposed discreet Telemachus: > “Nay, have no strife of words with him, I pray. Antinoüs takes delight in bitter words, And rails, and stirs up railing in the rest.” And then he turned, and thus with winged words Bespake Antinoüs: > “Truly thou dost care For me as might a father for a