And aye to sire and mother both be kind
As now, or more, since I shall be away.
And should I not return to thee, abide
Until thou seest our babe upgrown and bearded,
When marry whom thou wilt and quit the house.
’Twas thus he spake, and thus ’tis come about:
And not far off that night of hateful marriage
Confronts me now; for Zeus hath killed my hope.
But ye add pain and anger to my grief,
Who come not in the manner of our sires