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Ulysses’s purple mantle

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Ulysses’s purple mantle
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·Remembered

Ulysses’ purple mantle was among the clothes Penelope recalled taking from the store-room.

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Penelope was moved still more deeply as she heard the indisputable proofs that Ulysses laid before her; and when she had again found relief in tears she said to him, ‘Stranger, I was already disposed to pity you, but henceforth you shall be honoured and made welcome in my house. It was I who gave Ulysses the clothes you speak of. I took them out of the store room and folded them up myself, and I gave him also the gold brooch to wear as an ornament. Alas! I shall never welcome him home again. It was by an ill fate that he ever set out for that detested city whose very name I cannot bring myself even to mention.’

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·Direct

Ulysses uses his purple mantle to conceal his weeping from the Phaeacians.

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Thus sang the bard, but Ulysses drew his purple mantle over his head and covered his face, for he was ashamed to let the Phaeacians see that he was weeping.
·Disguised

Ulysses’s mantle is described as purple wool, double lined, and fastened by a two-catch gold brooch.

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a mantle of purple wool, double lined, and it was fastened by a gold brooch with two catches for the pin.

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·Direct
Ulysses drew his purple mantle over his head
·Disguised
Ulysses wore a mantle of purple wool, double lined
·Direct
It was I who gave Ulysses the clothes you speak of. I took them out of the store room and folded them up myself

Passage preview

Book 8 · Passage 7

Thus sang the bard, but Ulysses drew his purple mantle over his head and covered his face, for he was ashamed to let the Phaeacians see that he was weeping. When the bard left off singing he wiped the tears from his eyes, uncovered his face, and, taking his cup, made a drink-offering to the gods; but when the Phaeacians pressed Demodocus to sing further, for they delighted in his lays, then Ulysses again drew his mantle over his head and wept bitterly. No one noticed his distress except Alcinous, who was sitting near him, and heard the heavy sighs that he was heaving. So he at once said, ‘Aldermen and town councillors of the Phaeacians, we have had enough now, both of the feast, and of the minstrelsy that is its due accompaniment; let us proceed therefore to the athletic sports, so that our guest on his return home may be able to tell his friends how much we surpass all other nations as boxers, wrestlers, jumpers, and runners.’