Penelope grabbed her husbands bow and arrow

Penelope: Just know... I'll be here... buying you time...

The suitors: Time is fleeting, it's running out, time to be the man of the house

Penelope: Oh! buying you time...

The suitors: Time is fleeting, it's running out, time to be the man of the house.

Penelope: Whoever can string my husband's old bow and shoot through 12 axes clean will be the new king, sit down at the throne... and rule with me as their queen

The suitors smirked, accepting the challenge.