1 My good nurse," answered Penelope, "you must be mad.
2 My dear nurse," said Penelope, "do not exult too confidently over all this.
3 That night we rested and nursed our anger, for Jove was hatching mischief against us.
4 I am nurse to the son of the good man of the house, a funny little fellow just able to run about.
5 My dear nurse," said Penelope, "however wise you may be you can hardly fathom the counsels of the gods.
6 I do not think that you will escape the eye of Neptune, who still nurses his bitter grudge against you for having blinded his son.
7 Then the dear old nurse Euryclea said, "You may kill me, Madam, or let me live on in your house, whichever you please, but I will tell you the real truth."
8 Telemachus approved of what his father had said, so he called nurse Euryclea and said, "Nurse, shut the women up in their room, while I take the armour that my father left behind him down into the store room."
9 When they had done this they washed their hands and feet and went back into the house, for all was now over; and Ulysses said to the dear old nurse Euryclea, "Bring me sulphur, which cleanses all pollution, and fetch fire also that I may burn it, and purify the cloisters."