"Here is my lord Odysseus' hunting bow. Bend and string if you can. Who sends an arrow through iron axe-helve sockets, twelve in line? I join my life with his, and leave this place, my home, my rich and beautiful bridal house, forever to be remembered, though I dream it only."
"You yellow dogs, you thought I'd never make it home from Troy. You took my house to plunder, twisted my maids to serve your beds. You dared bid for my wife while I was still alive. Contempt for what men say of you hereafter. Your last hour has come. You die in blood."