And both for Art and Workmanship were rich,Reflecting to the eye a lovely light.Pysandrus Son of PolyteridesGave her a costly Necklace. All the restWith some good Gift endeavoured to pleaseThe fair and wise Penelope the best.This done, unto her Chamber up she wentWith her two Maids that did her Presents carry.Th'Woo'rs with dancing and with merriment,(Their wonted pastime) for the Ev'ning tarry.The Ev'ning came, and then the Lamps were lighted,And Torches, and the Fir-staves long lain dry,Which to that purpose had with Tools been fittedAnd ready lay to light the Company.The Lights the Maids took up by turns and bore them.Then said Ulysses, Maidens, if you please,To save your pains, I'll bear the Light before them.I'm us'd to labour and can do't with easeThough they should stay and sit up till to morrow.You may go up unto the Queen and thereSit and spin with her, and divert her sorrow.At this the Wenches 'gan to laugh and jeer.And one of them (Melantho) him revil'dWith bitter words. Her Father Dolius hight.Penelope did treat her as her ChildAnd in her company did take delight.But yet she could not put away her grief.The Wench was fair, and too familiar wasVVith Prince Eurymachus, one of he chiefOf all her Suiters. And this woman 'twas.And thus she said, Sure (Stranger) thou art madThat wilt not here nor elsewhere go to bed.Is it because thou too much wine hast had?Or is't a humour in thy nature bredTo pra so boldly in such Company?Thy Victory o're Irus may pehapsHave made thee wild. A bete man than heMay chance to send thee hence with bloody chaps.Ulysses looking ourly answered,You btch, Tlahus shall streight-way know0