Penelope
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- "Friend let me ask you first of all: who are you, where do you come from, of what nation and parents where you born?"
- Do not enforce me to recall my pain. My heart is sore; but I must not be found sitting in tears here, in another house: It is not well forever to be grieving
- "My lady, never a man in the wide world should have a fault to find with you. Your name has gone out under heaven like the sweet honor of some god -fearing king.
- I had the happy thought to set up weaving on my big loom hall. I said, that day: 'Young men --my suitors, now my lord is dead
- How could I? wasted with longing for Odysseus, while here they press me for marriage
- let me finish my weaving before I marry or else my thread will have spun in vain and they had agreed.
- But when the seasons brought a fourth year on, as long moths waned, and long days were spent , through impudent folly in the slinking maids, they caught me and had no choice but to finish it.
- So every day I wove on the great loom, but every night by torchlight i unwove it: and so for three years.
- But you too confide in me, tell me your ancestry. You were not born in mythic oak or stone."
- I swear these things shall turn out as I say. Between this present dark and one day's ebb, after the wane, before the crescent moon, Odysseus will come
- "You see, then, he is alive and well, and headed homeward now, no more to be abroad
- far from his island, his dear wife and son.
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