Nestor, who lovingly my stay entreated,
And held me as his son, but, when he learned
My quest, and nothing knew of my dear father,
Would have me go, and with a royal escort
Conveyed me to the court of Menelaus:
There I saw Argive Helen.—
But Menelaus, when I told my tale
Brake out in anger, and I think few words
Would draw him hither with his dukes to sweep
Our house of its dishonour; but in fine