. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. inghis flocks of goodly fleece, and presently he drave his fat flocksinto the cave each and all, nor left he any without in the deepcourt-yard, whether through some foreboding, or perchance thatthe god so bade him do. Thereafter he lifted the huge door-stone and set it in the mouth of the cave, and sitting down hemilked the ewes and bleating goats, all orderly, and beneatheach ewe he placed her young. Then when he had done all hiswork busily, again he seized yet other two and made ready hi
. Iliad and Odyssey. Done into English prose by Andrew Lang, Butcher, Walter Leaf, and Ernest Myers. inghis flocks of goodly fleece, and presently he drave his fat flocksinto the cave each and all, nor left he any without in the deepcourt-yard, whether through some foreboding, or perchance thatthe god so bade him do. Thereafter he lifted the huge door-stone and set it in the mouth of the cave, and sitting down hemilked the ewes and bleating goats, all orderly, and beneatheach ewe he placed her young. Then when he had done all hiswork busily, again he seized yet other two and made ready hissupper. Then I stood by the Cyclops and spake to him, holdingin my hands an ivy bowl of the dark wine : Cyclops, take and drink wine after thy feast of mansmeat, that thou mayest know what manner of drink this wasthat our ship held. And lo, I was bringing it thee as a drinkoffering, if haply thou mayest take pity and send me on my wayhome, but thy mad rage is past all sufferance. O hard of heart,how may another of the many men there be come ever to theeagain, seeing that thy deals have been lawless?. BOOK IX 105 So I spake, and he took the cup and drank it off, and foundgreat delight in drinking the sweet draught, and asked me forit yet a second time : Give it me again of thy grace, and tell me thy namestraightway, that I may give thee a strangers gift, whereinthou mayest be glad. Yea, for the earth, the grain-giver,bears for the Cyclopes the mighty clusters of the juice of thegrape, and the rain of Zeus gives them increase, but this is arill of very nectar and ambrosia. So he spake, and again I handed him the dark wine. ThriceI bare and gave it him, and thrice in his folly he drank it tothe lees. Now when the wine had got about the wits of theCyclops, then did I speak to him with soft words:. ? Cyclops, thou askest me my renowned name, and I willdeclare it unto thee, anxLdathou grant me a strangers gift, asthou didst promise. N omanp my name, and Noman they callme, my father
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