But marvelled, so was nature done to life.
The linen too about his neck was bright,
And fine in tissue as the silvery coat,
Which the lithe snake among the withered grass
Leaves off unrent. Ay, and his squire I see,
A man round-shouldered, tanned, and curly-haired,
Eurybates, that was his name; and him
Ulysses loved and honoured ’bove the rest.
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Pen. Now, stranger, for the shame, which thou hast found