Unto my royal home and kingly sire,
—If yet he lives,—and rule myself the realm
I was born heir to: be good king Eumæus,
So should it be, Eumæus, king of men.
Nay—I must play the king over these swine;
This homestead for my kingdom, this hut for palace,
This bench my throne, these crowded pens and styes
My city; and I will boast ’twere hard to find
A commonwealth of men, whom equal justice
Flattered in distribution to this pitch