§1.297νηπιάας ὀχέειν, ἐπεὶ οὐκέτι τηλίκος ἐσσι.
to play the child, since you are no longer of such an age.
§1.298ἢ οὐκ ἀίεις οἷον κλέος ἔλλαβε δῖος Ὀρέστης §1.299πάντας ἐπʼ ἀνθρώπους, ἐπεὶ ἔκτανε πατροφονῆα, §1.300Αἴγισθον δολόμητιν, ὅ οἱ πατέρα κλυτὸν ἔκτα;
Or have you not heard what fame noble Orestes won among all men, when he slew his father's murderer, guileful Aegisthus, who had slain his famous father?
§1.301καὶ σύ, φίλος, μάλα γάρ σʼ ὁρόω καλόν τε μέγαν τε, §1.302ἄλκιμος ἔσσʼ, ἵνα τίς σε καὶ ὀψιγόνων ἐὺ εἴπῃ.
And you too, friend—for I see indeed that you are fair and tall— be brave, that many a one of men unborn may praise you.
§1.303αὐτὰρ ἐγὼν ἐπὶ νῆα θοὴν κατελεύσομαι ἤδη §1.304ἠδʼ ἑτάρους, οἵ πού με μάλʼ ἀσχαλόωσι μένοντες·
But I will now go down to my swift ship and to my comrades, who surely are waiting for me with much impatience.
§1.305σοὶ δʼ αὐτῷ μελέτω, καὶ ἐμῶν ἐμπάζεο μύθων. §1.306τὴν δʼ αὖ Τηλέμαχος πεπνυμένος ἀντίον ηὔδα· §1.307ξεῖνʼ, ἦ τοι μὲν ταῦτα φίλα φρονέων ἀγορεύεις, §1.308ὥς τε πατὴρ ᾧ παιδί, καὶ οὔ ποτε λήσομαι αὐτῶν.
As for yourself, take thought, and give heed to my words." And to her wise Telemachus answered in turn: "Guest, truly you speak these things with friendly heart, as a father to his son, and I shall never forget them.
§1.309ἀλλʼ ἄγε νῦν ἐπίμεινον, ἐπειγόμενός περ ὁδοῖο, §1.310ὄφρα λοεσσάμενός τε τεταρπόμενός τε φίλον κῆρ, §1.311δῶρον ἔχων ἐπὶ νῆα κίῃς, χαίρων ἐνὶ θυμῷ, §1.312τιμῆεν, μάλα καλόν, ὅ τοι κειμήλιον ἔσται §1.313ἐξ ἐμεῦ, οἷα φίλοι ξεῖνοι ξείνοισι διδοῦσι. §1.314τὸν δʼ ἠμείβετʼ ἔπειτα θεά, γλαυκῶπις Ἀθήνη·
But come now, tarry, though you are eager for your journey, so that having bathed and rejoiced your heart, you may go to your ship, glad in spirit, bearing a gift, precious and very beautiful, which shall be a keepsake for you from me, such as friendly hosts give to their guests." Then the goddess, flashing-eyed Athena, answered him: "Do not keep me longer now, when I am eager for your journey.
§1.315μή μʼ ἔτι νῦν κατέρυκε, λιλαιόμενόν περ ὁδοῖο. §1.316δῶρον δʼ ὅττι κέ μοι δοῦναι φίλον ἦτορ ἀνώγῃ, §1.317αὖτις ἀνερχομένῳ δόμεναι οἶκόνδε φέρεσθαι, §1.318καὶ μάλα καλὸν ἑλών· σοὶ δʼ ἄξιον ἔσται ἀμοιβῆς. §1.319ἡ μὲν ἄρʼ ὣς εἰποῦσʼ ἀπέβη γλαυκῶπις Ἀθήνη,
And whatever gift your heart bids you give me, give it to me when I return to go home, having chosen a very beautiful one; and it will bring you a worthy return." So spoke the goddess, flashing-eyed Athena, and departed; and like a bird she flew up through the smoke-vent.
§1.320ὄρνις δʼ ὣς ἀνόπαια διέπτατο· τῷ δʼ ἐνὶ θυμῷ §1.321θῆκε μένος καὶ θάρσος, ὑπέμνησέν τέ ἑ πατρὸς
And in his heart she put strength and courage, and reminded him of his father even more than before.
§1.322μᾶλλον ἔτʼ ἢ τὸ πάροιθεν. ὁ δὲ φρεσὶν ᾗσι νοήσας §1.323θάμβησεν κατὰ θυμόν· ὀίσατο γὰρ θεὸν εἶναι.
And he, marking it in his mind, marveled in his spirit, for he thought that he was a god.
§1.324αὐτίκα δὲ μνηστῆρας ἐπῴχετο ἰσόθεος φώς.
And straightway the godlike man went among the suitors.
§1.325τοῖσι δʼ ἀοιδὸς ἄειδε περικλυτός, οἱ δὲ σιωπῇ §1.326ἥατʼ ἀκούοντες· ὁ δʼ Ἀχαιῶν νόστον ἄειδε §1.327λυγρόν, ὃν ἐκ Τροίης ἐπετείλατο Παλλὰς Ἀθήνη.
To them the famous minstrel was singing, and they in silence sat listening; and he sang of the return of the Achaeans, the wretched return which Pallas Athena laid upon them from Troy.
And from her upper chamber, she laid to heart his wondrous song, the daughter of Icarius, wise Penelope.
She came down the high stairs of her house, not alone, but two handmaidens followed with her.
§1.332ἡ δʼ ὅτε δὴ μνηστῆρας ἀφίκετο δῖα γυναικῶν, §1.333στῆ ῥα παρὰ σταθμὸν τέγεος πύκα ποιητοῖο, §1.334ἄντα παρειάων σχομένη λιπαρὰ κρήδεμνα· §1.335ἀμφίπολος δʼ ἄρα οἱ κεδνὴ ἑκάτερθε παρέστη.
And when she came to the suitors, the noble lady, she stood by the pillar of the well-built roof, holding her bright veil before her cheeks; and a faithful handmaid stood on either side of her.
§1.336δακρύσασα δʼ ἔπειτα προσηύδα θεῖον ἀοιδόν· §1.337Φήμιε, πολλὰ γὰρ ἄλλα βροτῶν θελκτήρια οἶδας, §1.338ἔργʼ ἀνδρῶν τε θεῶν τε, τά τε κλείουσιν ἀοιδοί· §1.339τῶν ἕν γέ σφιν ἄειδε παρήμενος, οἱ δὲ σιωπῇ §1.340οἶνον πινόντων· ταύτης δʼ ἀποπαύεʼ ἀοιδῆς §1.341λυγρῆς, ἥ τέ μοι αἰεὶ ἐνὶ στήθεσσι φίλον κῆρ §1.342τείρει, ἐπεί με μάλιστα καθίκετο πένθος ἄλαστον.
Then weeping she spoke to the divine minstrel: "Phemius, for you know many other songs to charm mortals, deeds of men and gods, which minstrels celebrate; sing one of these to them as you sit by them, and let them in silence drink their wine; but cease from this sad song, which ever wears my heart within my breast, since a forgetless grief has come upon me above all.
§1.343τοίην γὰρ κεφαλὴν ποθέω μεμνημένη αἰεί, §1.344ἀνδρός, τοῦ κλέος εὐρὺ καθʼ Ἑλλάδα καὶ μέσον Ἄργος. §1.345τὴν δʼ αὖ Τηλέμαχος πεπνυμένος ἀντίον ηὔδα· §1.346μῆτερ ἐμή, τί τʼ ἄρα φθονέεις ἐρίηρον ἀοιδὸν §1.347τέρπειν ὅππῃ οἱ νόος ὄρνυται;
For such a person I long for, remembering ever the husband whose fame is wide through Hellas and midmost Argos." And to her wise Telemachus answered in turn: "My mother, why do you grudge the kindly minstrel to give pleasure in whatever way his mind is moved?
οὔ νύ τʼ ἀοιδοὶ §1.348αἴτιοι, ἀλλά ποθι Ζεὺς αἴτιος, ὅς τε δίδωσιν §1.349ἀνδράσιν ἀλφηστῇσιν, ὅπως ἐθέλῃσιν, ἑκάστῳ.
Minstrels are not to blame, but rather Zeus is to blame, who gives to bread-eating men, as he wills, to each.
§1.350τούτῳ δʼ οὐ νέμεσις Δαναῶν κακὸν οἶτον ἀείδειν· §1.351τὴν γὰρ ἀοιδὴν μᾶλλον ἐπικλείουσʼ ἄνθρωποι, §1.352ἥ τις ἀκουόντεσσι νεωτάτη ἀμφιπέληται.
For this man there is no blame in singing the evil fate of the Danaans; for men praise that song more, which comes newest to the listeners.
§1.353σοὶ δʼ ἐπιτολμάτω κραδίη καὶ θυμὸς ἀκούειν· §1.354οὐ γὰρ Ὀδυσσεὺς οἶος ἀπώλεσε νόστιμον ἦμαρ §1.355ἐν Τροίῃ, πολλοὶ δὲ καὶ ἄλλοι φῶτες ὄλοντο.
Let your heart and soul endure to listen; for Odysseus was not the only one who lost his day of return in Troy, but many other men perished also.
§1.356ἀλλʼ εἰς οἶκον ἰοῦσα τὰ σʼ αὐτῆς ἔργα κόμιζε, §1.357ἱστόν τʼ ἠλακάτην τε, καὶ ἀμφιπόλοισι κέλευε §1.358ἔργον ἐποίχεσθαι· μῦθος δʼ ἄνδρεσσι μελήσει §1.359πᾶσι, μάλιστα δʼ ἐμοί· τοῦ γὰρ κράτος ἔστʼ ἐνὶ οἴκῳ. §1.360ἡ μὲν θαμβήσασα πάλιν οἶκόνδε βεβήκει· §1.361παιδὸς γὰρ μῦθον πεπνυμένον ἔνθετο θυμῷ.
But go to your chamber and attend to your own tasks, the loom and the spindle, and bid your handmaids go about their work; speech shall be for men, for all, and especially for me; for mine is the authority in this house." She, marveling, went back to her chamber; for she laid to heart her son's wise speech.
§1.362ἐς δʼ ὑπερῷʼ ἀναβᾶσα σὺν ἀμφιπόλοισι γυναιξὶ §1.363κλαῖεν ἔπειτʼ Ὀδυσῆα φίλον πόσιν, ὄφρα οἱ ὕπνον §1.364ἡδὺν ἐπὶ βλεφάροισι βάλε γλαυκῶπις Ἀθήνη.
And going up to her upper chamber with her handmaids, she wept for Odysseus, her dear husband, until flashing-eyed Athena cast sweet sleep upon her eyelids.
But the suitors clamored throughout the shadowy halls, and all prayed that they might lie beside her.
§1.367τοῖσι δὲ Τηλέμαχος πεπνυμένος ἤρχετο μύθων· §1.368μητρὸς ἐμῆς μνηστῆρες ὑπέρβιον ὕβριν ἔχοντες, §1.369νῦν μὲν δαινύμενοι τερπώμεθα, μηδὲ βοητὺς
And to them wise Telemachus began to speak: "Suitors of my mother, possessing overweening insolence, now indeed let us feast and make merry, but let there be no clamor