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Yet did Divine Ulysses keepe his Roofe,
And with Minerva plotted still the proofe
Of al the wooers' deaths — when thus his Son
He taught with these fore-counsailes: " We must ron
A close course with these Armes, and lay them by,
And to the wooers make so faire a sky
As it would never thunder. Let me then
(That you may wel retaine) repeate agen
What in Eumaeus' Cottage I advis'd.
If when they see your leysure exercis'd
In fetching downe your Armes, and aske what use

There came a commune Begger to the Court,
Who in the City begg'd of all resort,
Excell'd in madnesse of the gut, drunke, eate
Past intermission, was most hugely great;
Yet had no fivers in him, nor no force:
In sight a Man, in mind a living Corse.
His true name was Arnaeus, for his mother
Impos'd it from his birth. And yet another
The City youth would give him (from the course
He after tooke, deriv'd out of the force
That Need held on him, which was up and downe

But when aire's rosie birth, the Morne, arose,
Telemachus did for the Towne dispose
His early steps, and tooke to his command
His faire long Lance, well sorting with his hand,
Thus parting with Eumaeus: " Now, my friend,
I must to Towne, lest too farre I extend
My Mother's mone for me, who, till her eyes
Mine owne eyes witnesse, varies teares and cries
Through all extreames. Do then this charge of mine,
And guide to Towne this haplesse guest of thine,
To beg else-where his further Festivall.

Ulysses and divine Eumaeus rose
Soone as the morning could her eyes unclose,
Made fire, brake fast, and to their Pasture send
The gather'd Herds, on whom their Swaines attend.
The selfe-tyre barking Dogs all fawn'd upon,
Nor bark't, at first sight of Ulysses' son.
The whinings of their fawnings yet did greet
Ulysses' eares, and sounds of certaine feet,
Who thus bespake Eumaeus: " Sure some friend
Or one well knowne comes, that the Mastives spend
Their mouths no lowder. Onely some one neare

In Lacedaemon, large and apt for dances,
Athenian Pallas her accesse advances
Up to the great in soule, Ulysses' seed,
Suggesting his returne now fit for deed.
She found both him and Nestor's noble son
In bed, in front of that faire Mansion —
Nestorides surpriz'd with pleasing sleepe
But on the watch Ulysses' sonne did keepe;
Sleepe could not enter, cares did so excite
His soule, through all the solitary night,
For his lov'd Father. To him (neere) she said:

But he the rough way tooke from forth the Port
Through woods and hill tops, seeking the resort
Where Pallas said divine Eumaeus liv'd:
Who of the fortunes that were first atchiev'd
By God-like Ithacus in houshold rights,
Had more true care than all his Prosylites.
He found him sitting in his Cottage dore,
Where he had rais'd to every ayry Blore
A Front of great height, and in such a place
That round ye might behold of circular grace
A walke so wound about it, which the Swain
(In absence of his farre-gone Soveraine)

He said, and silence all their Tongues contain'd
(In admiration) when with pleasure chain'd
Their eares had long bene to him. At last brake
Alcinous silence, and in this sort spake
To th'Ithacensian, Laertes' Sonne:
" O Ithacus! How ever over-runne
With former sufferings in your way for home,
Since 'twas, at last, your happy Fate to come
To my high-rooft and Brasse-foundation'd house,
I hope such speede and passe auspicious
Our Loves shall yeeld you that you shall no more
Wander, nor suffer, homewards as before.

" Our Ship now past the streights of th'Ocean flood;
She plowd the broad sea's billowes, and made good
The Ile Æaea, where the Pallace stands
Of th'early Riser with the rosie hands,
Active Aurora — where she loves to dance,
And where the Sunne doth his prime beames advance.
" When here arriv'd, we drew her up to land,
And trod our selves the resaluted sand,
Found on the shore fit resting for the Night,
Slept, and expected the celestiall light.
" Soone as the white-and-red-mixt-fingerd Dame

" Arriv'd now at our ship, we lancht, and set
Our Mast up, put forth saile, and in did get
Our late-got Cattell. Up our sailes, we went,
My wayward fellowes mourning now th'event.
A good companion yet, a foreright wind,
Circe (the excellent utterer of her mind)
Supplied our murmuring consorts with, that was
Both speed and guide to our adventurous passe.
All day our sailes stood to the winds, and made
Our voiage prosprous. Sunne then set, and shade
All wayes obscuring, on the bounds we fell
Of deepe Oceanus, where people dwell

" To the Æolian Iland we attaind,
That swumme about still on the sea, where raign'd
The God-lov'd Æolus Hippotades.
A wall of steele it had, and in the seas
A wave-beat-smooth rocke mov'd about the wall.
Twelve children in his house imperiall
Were borne to him; of which, sixe daughters were
And sixe were sonnes, that youth's sweet flowre did beare.
His daughters to his sonnes he gave as wives,
Who spent in feastfull comforts all their lives,
Close seated by their Sire and his grave Spouse.