Sing one of those as you sit beside them here
bards not to blame -
Go back to your quarters. Tend to your own tasks,
but the suitors broke into uproar through the shadowed halls,
you must leave my palace! See to your feasting elsewhere,
Eupithes’ son Antinous broke the silence:
Your palace grows in wealth, your honors grow as well.
Do hold on to your own possessions, rue your house.
“Eurymachus,” Telemachus ansered shrewdly,
Now the suitors turned to dance and song,
Laertes had paid a price for the woman years ago,
and after folding it neatly, patting it smooth,
he weighed in his mind the course Athena charted.