1 Hear me," she cried, "Daughter of Aegis-bearing Jove, unweariable.
2 Hear me, men of Ithaca, and I speak more particularly to the suitors, for I see mischief brewing for them.
3 Hear me," said he, "aldermen and town councillors of the Phaeacians, that I may speak even as I am minded.
4 Hear me, O King, whoever you may be, and save me from the anger of the sea-god Neptune, for I approach you prayerfully.
5 Every one was astonished at seeing them, but they stood in the middle of the assembly, and Medon said, "Hear me, men of Ithaca."
6 Hear me," he cried, "you god who visited me yesterday, and bade me sail the seas in search of my father who has so long been missing.
7 Hear me," he cried, "daughter of Aegis-bearing Jove, unweariable, hear me now, for you gave no heed to my prayers when Neptune was wrecking me.
8 Hear me, men of Ithaca, I hope that you may never have a kind and well-disposed ruler any more, nor one who will govern you equitably; I hope that all your chiefs henceforward may be cruel and unjust, for there is not one of you but has forgotten Ulysses, who ruled you as though he were your father.