Both name and fair renown. But when at last,
Through false Ulysses’ murderous hate and guile,
(I speak what you do know), his death was wrought;
In deep distress, in darkness and in woe
I spent my days, and mourned the hapless fate
Of my poor friend. And, maddened by my grief,
I would not hold my peace, but loudly swore,
That if the fates of war should bring me back
As victor to my native land of Greece,
I should full vengeance take; and by my words