1 And you too, old man, for a shirt and a cloak would doubtless make up a very pretty story.
2 Be off, old man," he cried, "from the doorway, or you shall be dragged out neck and heels.
3 '"'You know that yourself, old man,' I answered, 'you will gain nothing by trying to put me off.'
4 The daughters of the old man of the sea stood round you weeping bitterly, and clothed you in immortal raiment.
5 And now, old man, tell me your own story; tell me also, for I want to know, who you are and where you come from.
6 Eurymachus son of Polybus then said, "Go home, old man, and prophesy to your own children, or it may be worse for them."
7 Pick out, therefore, the three best men you have in your fleet, and I will tell you all the tricks that the old man will play you.
8 And now you, you unfortunate old man, since fate has brought you to my door, do not try to flatter me in this way with vain hopes.
9 As regards your question, however, I will not prevaricate nor deceive you, but what the old man of the sea told me, so much will I tell you in full.
10 As regards your questions, however, I will not prevaricate nor deceive you, but will tell you without concealment all that the old man of the sea told me.
11 About the time when the sun shall have reached mid heaven, the old man of the sea comes up from under the waves, heralded by the West wind that furs the water over his head.
12 We should have run clean out of provisions and my men would have starved, if a goddess had not taken pity upon me and saved me in the person of Idothea, daughter to Proteus, the old man of the sea, for she had taken a great fancy to me.
13 We waited the whole morning and made the best of it, watching the seals come up in hundreds to bask upon the sea shore, till at noon the old man of the sea came up too, and when he had found his fat seals he went over them and counted them.
14 The others all agreed, but Ulysses, to throw them off the scent, said, "Sirs, an old man like myself, worn out with suffering, cannot hold his own against a young one; but my irrepressible belly urges me on, though I know it can only end in my getting a drubbing."
15 As he went down into the great orchard, he did not see Dolius, nor any of his sons nor of the other bondsmen, for they were all gathering thorns to make a fence for the vineyard, at the place where the old man had told them; he therefore found his father alone, hoeing a vine.