Odysseus had just gotten back to his palace after slaughtering all the suitors and giving a proper farewell to his ex-mentor. He knocked on his wife’s door and entered

Penelope: “Is it you? Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there, or am I dreaming once more? You look different, your eyes look tired Your frame is lighter, your smile torn Is it really you, my love?”

Odysseus: “I am not the man you fell in love with I am not the man you once adored I am not your kind and gentle husband And I am not the love you knew before Would you fall in love with me again? If you knew all I've done? The things I cannot change Would you love me all the same? I know that you've been waiting, waiting for love-“

Penelope: “If that's true, could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labor that would bring me some peace See that wedding bed? Could you carry it over? Lift it high on your shoulders and take it far away from here”

Odysseus: “How could you say this? I had built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat Carved it into the olive tree where we first met A symbol of our love everlasting Do you realize what you have asked me?! The only way to move it is to cut it from its roots!!!”