A . T . Murray ( 1919 )
So Helen sat down upon the chair , and below was a footstool for the feet ; and at once she questioned her husband on each matter , and said : Do we know , Menelaus , fostered by Zeus , who these men declare themselves to be who have come to our house ? Shall I disguise my thought , or speak the truth ? My heart bids me speak . For never yet , I declare , saw I one so like another , whether man or woman — amazement holds me , as I look — as this man is like the son of great-hearted Odysseus , Telemachus , whom that warrior left a newborn child in his house when for the sake of shameless me you Achaeans came up under the walls of Troy , pondering in your hearts fierce war .
Robert Fitzgerald ( 1960 )
Reclining in her light chair with its footrest , Helen gazed at her husband and demanded : Menelaos , my lord , have we yet heard our new guests introduce themselves ? Shall I dissemble what I feel ? No , I must say it . Never , anywhere , have I seen so great a likeness in man or woman — but it is truly strange ! This boy must be the son of Odysseus , Telemakhos , the child he left at home that year the Akhaian host made war on Troy — daring all for the wanton that I was .
Emily Wilson ( 2018 )
She sat down and put her feet upon a stool , and asked her husband , who have arrived here in our house ? Shall I conceal my thoughts or speak ? I feel compelled to say , the sight of them amazes me . I never saw two people so alike as this boy and Telemachus , the son of spirited Odysseus , the child he left behind , a little newborn baby , the day the Greeks marched off to Troy , their minds fixated on the war and violence . They made my face the cause that hounded them .