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Penelope’s tear-watered couch

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Penelope’s tear-watered couch
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Penelope’s room1 observation
·Direct

Penelope’s couch was in her room while she slept upon it.

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On this the old woman {150} went out of the room to bid the maids go to their mistress. In the meantime Minerva bethought her of another matter, and sent Penelope off into a sweet slumber; so she lay down on her couch and her limbs became heavy with sleep. Then the goddess shed grace and beauty over her that all the Achaeans might admire her. She washed her face with the ambrosial loveliness that Venus wears when she goes dancing with the Graces; she made her taller and of a more commanding figure, while as for her complexion it was whiter than sawn ivory. When Minerva had done all this she went away, whereon the maids came in from the women’s room and woke Penelope with the sound of their talking.

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·Reported

Penelope’s sad couch has been continually watered with her tears.

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that sad couch, which I have not ceased to water with my tears
·Reported

Penelope’s couch has been continually flooded with her tears since Ulysses left for the hated city.

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that couch which I have never ceased to flood with my tears from the day Ulysses set out for the city with a hateful name.

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·Remembered
that sad couch, which I have not ceased to water with my tears
·Direct
she lay down on her couch and her limbs became heavy with sleep
·Direct
that couch which I have never ceased to flood with my tears

Passage preview

Book 17 · Passage 10

‘Telemachus, I shall go upstairs and lie down on that sad couch, which I have not ceased to water with my tears, from the day Ulysses set out for Troy with the sons of Atreus. You failed, however, to make it clear to me before the suitors came back to the house, whether or no you had been able to hear anything about the return of your father.’