English poem
Eumæus.
This way, old man, now art thou in the hall Of good Ulysses.
Eur. Stay, stay, who come here Breaking the music.
Ant. ’Tis the wretched swineherd.
Eur. Prince, bid him hence!
Ant. What ruffian brings he with him?
Amph. Who is this ancient patch?
Ant. O miserable Tatterdemalion!