Then to them spake Telemachus: D’ye hear,
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Proud suitors of my mother, let’s, I pray,
Give ear unto the singer, and forbear
Clamour.+

And among them wise Telemachus was the first to speak:
“Wooers of my mother, overweening in your insolence,
for the present let us make merry with feasting, [370] but let there be no brawling;
for this is a goodly thing, to listen to a minstrel
such as this man is, like to the gods in voice.