The Adventures of Ulysses
When the evening was come, the Cyclop drove home his sheep; and as fortune directed it, either of purpose, or that his memory was overruled by the gods to his hurt (as in the issue it proved), he drove the males of his flock, contrary to his custom, along with the dams into the pens. Then shutting-to the stone of the cave, he fell to his horrible supper. When he had despatched two more of the Grecians, Ulysses waxed bold with the contemplation of his project, and took a bowl of Greek wine, and merrily dared the Cyclop to drink.
[Illustration: 'Cyclop,' he said, 'take a bowl of wine from the hand of your guest.']
"Cyclop," he said, "take a bowl of wine from the hand of your guest: it may serve to digest the man