A lady without rival in the land;
What say I? Not in all the Achæan lands,
In sacred Pylos, Argos, or Mycenæ,
Or elsewhere. But ye know this, and indeed
Why should I praise my mother? Come, I call you;
Come forth, assay the bow. Who cometh first?
Why, now I see I am a fool; myself,
Why not myself? If I should string it best,
And easiest, and shoot truest at the mark,
Then I reserve the prize: my lady mother