Lamenting and desiring to go home,That can affirm he sought our help in vain.Come then, let's launch a good new Ship, and chuseOut two and fifty lusty Youths to row.And let them ready have their Oars to use,And to my House, when that's done, let them go.And you the Princes thither come with me,That we may well the stranger entertain.And let the Singer too sent thither be,To give us sometimes of his Art a Strain.This said, the Princes to his house he led.The Squire unto the House the Singer sent.The fifty two as they were orderedDown to the Haven where the Ship lay went.The Ship they launch, and up they set the Mast;And then the Yards and Sails they hoised high;Their Oars, where they be placed should, they plac't.This done they let her in the water lie.Then also to the House went these men up.The Porches, Court, and Rooms with men were fill'dSome old some young. The King to make them sup,Two Kine, eight Swine, & twice six fat Sheep kill'd,These flay'd and dress'd, and to the Tables brought,Came in the Singer, whom the Muses kindHad taught to sing divinely. But, could notOr would not him preserve from being blind.Pontonous the Squire then led him in,And set him by a Pillar in the Hall,And hung his Fiddle o'r him on a Pin,And how to reach it shewed him withal.Sets him a Table and a Basket by,And a great Bowl of Wine before him plac'tTo drink as often as he should be dry.And when their thirst and hunger was displac'tThe Singer sung the Song in most request,How once Ulysses and Achilles greatIn high and bitter Language did contestWhen at a Sacred Feast they sat at Meat.And how King Agamemnon pleased was,To see the two best of the Greeks fall out.0