Out of this rock; I, standing at the outlet, Will bar the way, and catch you as you pass. Chorus. What are you roaring out, Cyclops? Cyclops. I perish! Chorus. What did you fall into the fire when drunk? I wish you were as blind as I am. Chorus. Nay, It cannot be that no one made you blind. Cyclops. You jeer me; where, I ask, is Nobody? Chorus. Nowhere, O Cyclops! Cyclops. It was that stranger ruined me; the wretch Chorus. Now they escape you there. Cyclops. Not there, although you say so. Chorus. Not on that side. Cyclops. Where then ? Chorus. They creep about you on your left. Cyclops. Ah! I am mocked! They jeer me in my ills. Chorus. Not there! he is a little there beyond you. Cyclops. Detested wretch! where are you? Ulysses. Far from you, I keep with care this body of Ulysses. Cyclops. What do you say? you proffer a new name. Ulysses. My father named me so, and I have taken I should have done ill to have burned down Troy, Ai, ai! the ancient oracle is accomplished; Ulysses. I bid thee weep; consider what I say, I go towards the shore to drive my ship Cyclops, Not so, if whelming you with this huge stone Chorus. And we, the shipmates of Ulysses now, SHELLEY. EOLUS. THEE, son of Jove, whose sceptre was confessed But while I count thy gifts, be mine to shun Who, sailing homeward from thy breezy shore, But while, with favoring gales, her way she wins, When lo! the rescued winds, with boisterous sweep, Roar to the clouds, and lash the rocking deep; Heaves the smote vessel in the howling blast, Splits the stretched sail, and cracks the tottering mast. Launched on a plank the buoyant hero rides |