Rage flash’d in lightning from the suitors’ eyes,
Yet mixed with terror at the bold emprise. 
Antinous then:  “O miserable guest! 
Is common sense quite banish’d from thy breast? 
Sufficed it not, within the palace placed,
To sit distinguish’d, with our presence graced,
Admitted here with princes to confer,
A man unknown, a needy wanderer? 
To copious wine this insolence we owe,
And much thy betters wine can overthrow: 
The great Eurytian when this frenzy stung,
Pirithous’ roofs with frantic riot rung;
Boundless the Centaur raged; till one and all
The heroes rose, and dragg’d him from the hall;
His nose they shorten’d, and his ears they slit,
And sent him sober’d home, with better wit. 
Hence with long war the double race was cursed,
Fatal to all, but to the aggressor first. 
Such fate I prophesy our guest attends,
If here this interdicted bow he bends: 
Nor shall these walls such insolence contain: 
The first fair wind transports him o’er the main,
Where Echetus to death the guilty brings
(The worst of mortals, e’en the worst of kings). 
Better than that, if thou approve our cheer;
Cease the mad strife and share our bounty here.”

To this the queen her just dislike express’d: 

“’Tis impious, prince, to harm the stranger-guest,
Base to insult who bears a suppliant’s name,
And some respect Telemachus may claim. 
What if the immortals on the man bestow
Sufficient strength to draw the mighty bow? 
Shall I, a queen, by rival chiefs adored,
Accept a wandering stranger for my lord? 
A hope so idle never touch’d his brain: 
Then ease your bosoms of a fear so vain. 
Far be he banish’d from this stately scene
Who wrongs his princess with a thought so mean.”

“O fair! and wisest of so fair a kind! 
(Respectful thus Eurymachus rejoin’d,)
Moved by no weak surmise, but sense of shame,
We dread the all-arraigning voice of Fame: 
We dread the censure of the meanest slave,
The weakest woman:  all can wrong the brave. 
’Behold what wretches to the bed pretend
Of that brave chief whose bow they could not bend! 
In came a beggar of the strolling crew,
And did what all those princes could not do.’ 
Thus will the common voice our deed defame,
And thus posterity upbraid our name.”

To whom the queen:  “If fame engage your views,
Forbear those acts which infamy pursues;
Wrong and oppression no renown can raise;
Know, friend! that virtue is the path to praise. 
The stature of our guest, his port, his face,
Speak him descended from no vulgar race. 
To him the bow, as he desires, convey;
And to his hand if Phoebus give the day,
Hence, to reward his merit, be shall bear
A two-edged falchion and a shining spear,
Embroider’d sandals, a rich cloak and vest,
A safe conveyance to his port of rest.”