Long ago, in a little island called Ithaca, on the west coast of Greece, there lived a king named Laertes.
I desire to learn what became of Odysseus, the son of Laertes.
Mother, be persuaded; and thou, son of Laertes, be gentle to a parent with reason moved to anger.
Laertes fled to America, where he earned his bread by his pen.
The boy was afterwards sold to Laertes, the father of Ulysses, in whose service he put on immortality as the swineherd Eumæus.
Laertes, who has come down from the balcony, engages Wilhelm in conversation.
I am equally disposed to fight for the whole passage that describes Laertes, and the interview between him and Ulysses.
The allusion is to the story of Laertes in the Odyssey, i. 190, and xxiv.
This person, whom for the present we shall call Laertes, offered to take Wilhelm over and introduce him.
Irus is moved by the fear of poverty, and Laertes by the shame of it.