This said, the honest herdsman strode before;
The musing monarch pauses at the door: 
The dog, whom Fate had granted to behold
His lord, when twenty tedious years had roll’d,
Takes a last look, and having seen him, dies;
So closed for ever faithful Argus’ eyes!

And now Telemachus, the first of all,
Observed Eumaeus entering in the hall;
Distant he saw, across the shady dome;
Then gave a sign, and beckon’d him to come: 
There stood an empty seat, where late was placed,
In order due, the steward of the feast,
(Who now was busied carving round the board,)
Eumaeus took, and placed it near his lord. 
Before him instant was the banquet spread,
And the bright basket piled with loaves of bread.

Next came Ulysses lowly at the door,
A figure despicable, old, and poor. 
In squalid vests, with many a gaping rent,
Propp’d or a staff, and trembling as he went. 
Then, resting on the threshold of the gate,
Against a cypress pillar lean’d his weight
Smooth’d by the workman to a polish’d plane);
The thoughtful son beheld, and call’d his swain

“These viands, and this bread, Eumaeus! bear,
And let yon mendicant our plenty share: 
And let him circle round the suitors’ board,
And try the bounty of each gracious lord. 
Bold let him ask, encouraged thus by me: 
How ill, alas! do want and shame agree!”

His lord’s command the faithful servant bears: 
The seeming beggar answers with his prayers: 
“Bless’d be Telemachus! in every deed
Inspire him.  Jove! in every wish succeed!”
This said, the portion from his son convey’d
With smiles receiving on his scrip he laid. 
Long has the minstrel swept the sounding wire,
He fed, and ceased when silence held the lyre. 
Soon as the suitors from the banquet rose,
Minerva prompts the man of mighty woes
To tempt their bounties with a suppliant’s art,
And learn the generous from the ignoble heart
(Not but his soul, resentful as humane,
Dooms to full vengeance all the offending train);
With speaking eyes, and voice of plaintive sound,
Humble he moves, imploring all around. 
The proud feel pity, and relief bestow,
With such an image touch’d of human woe;
Inquiring all, their wonder they confess,
And eye the man, majestic in distress.

While thus they gaze and question with their eyes,
The bold Melanthius to their thought replies: 
“My lords! this stranger of gigantic port
The good Eumaeus usher’d to your court. 
Full well I mark’d the features of his face,
Though all unknown his clime, or noble race.”

“And is this present, swineherd! of thy band? 
Bring’st thou these vagrants to infest the land? 
(Returns Antinous with retorted eye)
Objects uncouth, to check the genial joy. 
Enough of these our court already grace;
Of giant stomach, and of famish’d face. 
Such guests Eumaeus to his country brings,
To share our feast, and lead the life of kings.”