Phemios

Phemios was still singing, and his hearers sat rapt in silence as he told the baneful tale of the homecoming [ nostos] from Troy, and the ills Athena had laid upon the Achaeans.

As soon as they had had enough to eat and drink they wanted music and dancing, which are the crowning embellishments of a banquet, so a servant brought a lyre to Phemios, whom they compelled perforce to sing to them.

Then Telemakhos spoke, "You suitors of my mother," he cried, "you with your overweening hubris, let us feast at our pleasure now, and let there be no brawling, for it is a rare thing to hear a man with such a divine voice as Phemios has;