"So then, royal son of Laertes, Odysseus, man of exploits,still eager to leave at once and hurry back to your own home, your beloved native land? Good luck to you, even so. Farewell!
But if you only knew, down deep, what pains are fated to fill your cup before you reach that shore, you’d stay right here, preside in our house with me and be immortal. Much as you long to see your wife, the one you pine for all your days..."

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