Had stolen all arms, even from my side
My trusty sword.—
Then she invites within
Menelaus—purgation for old sin!
Lo! he, and Ulysses, arch fiend, and She,
With Me unarmed—Why more?—Dost thou not see?
Gods, whom I worshipped, have not I a right
To claim like for like? Will Ye not requite?
But Thou; say, what mischance on sea or land,
Caprice of Fortune, or the Gods’ command,