1 "I will tell you the truth, my son," replied Ulysses.
2 "I will tell you the truth, my son," answered Euryclea.
3 I should like also to give my son a hint that he had better not have anything more to do with them.
4 I too, my son," said she, "have something for you as a keepsake from the hand of Helen; it is for your bride to wear upon her wedding day.
5 I do not think, however, that my own dream came through the gate of horn, though I and my son should be most thankful if it proves to have done so.
6 As long as my son was still young, and unable to understand, he would not hear of my leaving my husband's house, but now that he is full grown he begs and prays me to do so, being incensed at the way in which the suitors are eating up his property.
7 My parents are putting great pressure upon me, and my son chafes at the ravages the suitors are making upon his estate, for he is now old enough to understand all about it and is perfectly able to look after his own affairs, for heaven has blessed him with an excellent disposition.
8 Stranger," replied Alcinous, "I am not the kind of man to get angry about nothing; it is always better to be reasonable; but by Father Jove, Minerva, and Apollo, now that I see what kind of person you are, and how much you think as I do, I wish you would stay here, marry my daughter, and become my son-in-law.