If to thy nakedness I take and strip thee not, and thus
Whip thee to fleet from council; send, with sharp stripes, weeping hence
This glory thou affect’st to rail.” This said, his insolence
He settled with his scepter; struck his back and shoulders so
That bloody wales rose. He shrunk round, and from his eyes did flow
Moist tears, and, looking filthily, he sate, feared, smarted, dried
His blubbered cheeks; and all the press, though grieved to be denied
Their wished retreat for home, yet laughed delightsomely, and spake
Either to other: “Oh, ye gods, how infinitely take
Ulysses’ virtues in our good! Author of counsels, great