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Ops

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Canonical name
Ops
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None
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Character
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Individual
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Location presence

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Claims

2
·Direct

Ops is Euryclea’s father and Pisenor’s son.

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Euryclea, daughter of Ops, the son of Pisenor
·Direct

Ops is Euryclea’s father and Pisenor’s son.

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the faithful old house-keeper Euryclea, daughter of Ops the son of Pisenor

Additional evidence

Evidence records not already represented by a claim.

2
·Direct
Euryclea, daughter of Ops
·Direct
Euryclea, daughter of Ops the son of Pisenor

Passage preview

Book 1 · Passage 32

The suitors then returned to their singing and dancing until the evening; but when night fell upon their pleasuring they went home to bed each in his own abode. {12} Telemachus’s room was high up in a tower {13} that looked on to the outer court; hither, then, he hied, brooding and full of thought. A good old woman, Euryclea, daughter of Ops, the son of Pisenor, went before him with a couple of blazing torches. Laertes had bought her with his own money when she was quite young; he gave the worth of twenty oxen for her, and shewed as much respect to her in his household as he did to his own wedded wife, but he did not take her to his bed for he feared his wife’s resentment. {14} She it was who now lighted Telemachus to his room, and she loved him better than any of the other women in the house did, for she had nursed him when he was a baby. He opened the door of his bed room and sat down upon the bed; as he took off his shirt {15} he gave it to the good old woman, who folded it tidily up, and hung it for him over a peg by his bed side, after which she went out, pulled the door to by a silver catch, and drew the bolt home by means of the strap. {16} But Telemachus as he lay covered with a woollen fleece kept thinking all night through of his intended voyage and of the counsel that Minerva had given him.