Depart, lest on a sudden ye encounter
Him whom ye willed to slay. The gods have brought him
In safety home: he will be here; so ye
Go to your lodges, nor to-morrow morn
Come as your wont, unless ye bring in hand
Each of you, for a pledge of truth and peace,
Some gift of price. Strange suitors are ye, lying
Here at my charges, feasting day by day,
Nor ever make such offerings as a woman
Must look for where she is loved or wooed: begone.