Beside what you have told me, O Tiresias, answer to this petition of mine: by what arts and expedients may I be able to repair my ruined fortunes-- why do you laugh? Does it already seem little to you, who are practiced in deceit, to be brought back to Ithaca, and to behold[ again] your family household gods? O you who never speak falsely to anyone, you see how naked and destitute I return home, according to your prophecy: nor is either my cellar, or my cattle there, unembezzled by the suitors[ of Penelope]. But birth and virtue, unless[ attended] with substance, is viler than sea weed. 