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- And Odysseus took his time, turning the bow, tapping it, every inch, for boring that termites might have made while the master of the weapon was abroad. The suitors were now watching him, and some jested among themselves: A bow lover! Dealer in old bows! Maybe he has one like it at home!... Odysseus in one motion strung the bow. Then slid his right hand down the cord and plucked it, the taut gut vibrating hummed and sang a swallow's note (1174-1193).
- Dealer in old bows!
- A bow lover!
- Maybe he has one like it at home!
- He nocked it, let it rest across the handgrip, and drew the string and grooved butt of the arrow, aiming from where he sat upon the stool. ... He dropped his eyes and nodded, and the prince Telemachus, true son of King Odysseus, belted his sword, clapped hand to his spear, and with a cink and glitter of keen bronze stood by the chair, in the forefront near his father (1202-1220).
- Now shruggingoff his rags... He drew to his fist the cruel head of an arrow fir Antinous... Odysseus' arrow hit him under the chinand punched up to the feathers through his throat (1221-1235).Wildly they turned and scanned the walls in the long room for arms; but not a shield, not a good ashen spear was there... ...Fight your way out, or run for it, if you think you'll escape death. I doubt one man of you skins by (1243-1287).
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