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           Homer's
           ILIADS
           IN
           ENGLISH
           .
        
         
           By
           THO.
           HOBBES
           of
           Malmsbury
           .
        
         
           To
           which
           may
           be
           added
           Homer's
           ODYSSES
           Englished
           by
           the
           same
           Author
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           :
           Printed
           by
           
             J.
             C.
          
           for
           
             William
             Crook
          
           ,
           at
           the
           Green
           Dragon
           without
           Temple-bar
           .
           1676.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           THE
           CONTENTS
           .
        
         
           
             
               LIB
               .
               I.
            
             THe
             discontent
             and
             secession
             of
             Achilles
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               II.
            
             The
             Dream
             of
             Agamemnon
             .
             The
             tempting
             of
             the
             Army
             ,
             and
             the
             Catalogue
             of
             Ships
             and
             Commanders
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               III.
            
             The
             Duel
             of
             Menelaus
             and
             Paris
             ,
             for
             the
             ending
             of
             the
             War.
             
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               IV.
            
             The
             Articles
             broken
             by
             the
             Trojans
             .
             And
             the
             first
             Battle
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               V.
            
             The
             first
             Battle
             continued
             ,
             wherein
             Pallas
             strengtheneth
             Diomedes
             to
             supply
             the
             absence
             of
             Achilles
             .
          
           
             
             
               LIB
               .
               VI.
            
             The
             first
             Battle
             yet
             continued
             .
             The
             other
             Gods
             forbidden
             by
             Jove
             to
             assist
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               VII
            
             .
             The
             Greeks
             enclose
             their
             Ships
             with
             a
             Wall
             and
             Ditch
             .
             The
             Duel
             betwixt
             Hector
             and
             Ajax
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               VIII
            
             .
             The
             second
             Battle
             ;
             and
             the
             Trojans
             stay
             all
             night
             in
             the
             Field
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               IX
            
             .
             The
             Greeks
             deliberate
             of
             going
             home
             ,
             but
             are
             staid
             by
             Diomed
             and
             Nestor
             .
             And
             Embassadors
             sent
             with
             Gifts
             to
             reconcile
             Achilles
             ,
             in
             vain
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               X.
            
             Encounter
             of
             the
             Scouts
             by
             night
             .
             And
             the
             surprize
             of
             Rhesus
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XI
            
             .
             The
             third
             Fight
             .
             Agamemnon
             wounded
             .
             The
             Greeks
             beaten
             to
             their
             Camp.
             
               Diomed
               ,
               Machaon
               ,
               Ulysses
            
             ,
             and
             Eurypylus
             wounded
             .
             Patroclus
             is
             perswaded
             by
             Nestor
             to
             obtain
             of
             Achilles
             to
             be
             sent
             to
             the
             aid
             of
             the
             Greeks
             in
             Achilles
             his
             Armour
             .
          
           
             
             
               LIB
               .
               XII
            
             .
             The
             fourth
             Fight
             (
             Hector
             having
             enter'd
             the
             Argive
             Camp
             )
             at
             the
             Ships
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XIII
               .
               Neptune
            
             encourageth
             the
             Greeks
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XIV
               .
               Juno
            
             by
             the
             help
             of
             Venus
             layeth
             Jove
             asleep
             ,
             whilst
             Neptune
             assisteth
             the
             Greeks
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XV.
               Jupiter
            
             awakes
             ,
             and
             sends
             away
             
               Neptune
               .
               Hector
            
             chaseth
             the
             Greeks
             again
             to
             their
             Ships
             ,
             and
             fireth
             one
             of
             them
             .
             The
             Acts
             of
             Ajax
             .
             Which
             is
             the
             fifth
             Battle
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XVI
            
             .
             The
             sixth
             Battle
             .
             The
             Acts
             of
             Patroclus
             ,
             and
             his
             Death
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XVII
            
             .
             The
             seventh
             Battle
             ,
             about
             Patroclus
             his
             body
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XVIII
            
             .
             The
             grief
             of
             Achilles
             .
             And
             new
             Armour
             made
             him
             by
             Vulcan
             .
          
           
             
             
               LIB
               .
               XIX
               .
               Achilles
            
             reconciled
             to
             Agamemnon
             goes
             forth
             to
             Battle
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XX.
            
             The
             eight
             Battle
             ,
             and
             the
             Gods
             permitted
             to
             assist
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XXI
               .
               Achilles
            
             with
             great
             slaughter
             pursues
             the
             Trojans
             to
             Scamander
             ,
             and
             takes
             twelve
             alive
             to
             kill
             at
             Patroclus
             his
             Tomb.
             
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XXII
            
             .
             The
             death
             of
             Hector
             ,
             and
             lamentation
             in
             Troy.
             
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XXIII
            
             .
             The
             Funeral-Games
             for
             Patroclus
             .
          
           
             
               LIB
               .
               XXIV
            
             .
             The
             Redemption
             of
             Hector
             ,
             and
             his
             Funeral
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
           
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             way
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             Way
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             III.
             
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               Morals
               .
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             IV.
             
             Bacon's
             
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             those
             born
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             Rationality
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             Beasts
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             wonderful
             understanding
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               Des
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             Epigrams
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               Kempis
               Christian
               Patern
            
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             English
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             Twenty
             fours
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             Answer
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             1
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             6
             d.
             
          
           
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               Eloquence
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               Twelves
            
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             1
             s.
             6
             d.
             
          
           
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             .
             
               Hobbes
               Three
               Papers
               to
               the
               Royal
               Society
               .
               Quarto
               .
            
          
           
             XV.
             Sir
             H.
             Blount's
             
               Voyage
               into
               the
               Levant
               .
               Twelves
               ,
            
             price
             1
             s.
             
          
           
             XVI
             .
             
               Hobbes
               Rosetum
               Geometricum
               .
               Quarto
            
             ,
             price
             3
             s.
             
          
           
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             .
             
               Sinners
               Tears
            
             ,
             by
             
               Fettyplace
               .
               Twelves
            
             ,
             price
             1
             s.
             
          
           
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             .
             
               Drexelius
               of
               Eternity
               .
               Twelves
            
             ,
             price
             2
             s.
             
          
           
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             .
             
               Greek
               Testament
               .
               Octavo
            
             ,
             price
             3
             s.
             6
             d.
             
          
           
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               Articles
               of
               Visitation
               for
               Norwich
            
             ,
             price
             2
             d.
             
          
           
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             .
             
               The
               Flower-Garden
            
             ,
             shewing
             how
             all
             sorts
             of
             Flowers
             are
             to
             be
             ordered
             ;
             the
             time
             of
             Flowering
             ,
             the
             taking
             them
             up
             ,
             and
             Planting
             them
             again
             ,
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             and
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               .
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             1
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             .
             
               Bishop
               Corbets
               Elegant
               Poems
               .
               Twelves
               ,
            
             price
             1
             s.
             
          
           
             XXIII
             .
             
               The
               Court
               of
               Curiosity
            
             ;
             being
             the
             
             most
             Witty
             ,
             and
             Facetious
             Fortune-Book
             that
             was
             ever
             published
             in
             English
             ;
             with
             a
             most
             judicious
             Interpretation
             of
             all
             Dreams
             drawn
             from
             the
             Wisdom
             and
             Doctrine
             of
             the
             Antients
             ;
             also
             a
             Treatise
             of
             Physognomy
             .
             All
             written
             in
             French
             ,
             since
             Translated
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             for
             the
             excellencie
             of
             it
             ,
             into
             
               Spanish
               ,
               Italian
               ,
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               Dutch
               ,
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               Dutch
               ,
            
             &c.
             now
             out
             of
             French
             )
             into
             English.
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             second
             Edition
             ,
             much
             improved
             and
             explained
             .
             In
             Twelves
             ,
             price
             2
             s.
             
          
           
             XXIV
             .
             
               The
               White
               Devil
            
             ,
             or
             ,
             
               Vittoria
               Coromb●na
            
             ,
             A
             Tragedy
             ,
             Acted
             at
             the
             
               Theatre
               Royal
               .
               Quarto
            
             ,
             price
             1
             s.
             
          
           
             XXV
             .
             
               The
               old
               Troop
            
             ,
             or
             ,
             
               Monsieur
               Raggou
            
             ,
             A
             Comedy
             ,
             Acted
             at
             the
             
               Theatre
               Royal.
               Quarto
            
             ,
             price
             1
             s.
             
          
           
             XXVI
             .
             
               Catalines
               Conspiracy
            
             ,
             A
             Tragedy
             ,
             Acted
             at
             the
             
               Theatre
               Royal.
            
             Written
             by
             
               Ben.
               Johnson
               .
               Quarto
            
             ,
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             1
             s.
             
          
           
             XXVII
             .
             
               Lux
               Mathematica
               .
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             5
             s.
             
          
           
             XXVIII
             .
             
               Hobbs
               his
               Travels
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             XXXIX
             .
             
               Principia
               &
               Problemata
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               Geometrica
               ante
               desperata
               ,
               nunc
               breviter
               explicata
               &
               demonstrata
               .
               Autho.
               Th.
               Hobbs
               .
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               ,
            
             price
             2
             s.
             
          
           
             XXX
             .
             
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               American
               Physitian
            
             ,
             shewing
             all
             the
             Vertues
             and
             Uses
             of
             all
             
               Roots
               ,
               Herbs
               ,
               Trees
               ,
               Fruits
               ,
            
             &c.
             in
             the
             English
             Plantations
             in
             America
             .
             By
             
               W.
               Hughes
               .
               Twelves
            
             ,
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             1
             s.
             
          
           
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             .
             
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               Great
               Law
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               Nature
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               of
               Self-preservation
               .
            
             
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             and
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               Hobbes
               his
               Leviathan
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             Wherein
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             ,
             of
             what
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             .
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             .
             
               A
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               Poems
               .
            
             Written
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             present
             Wits
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             Modena
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               Demonstratio
            
             .
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             of
             the
             Christian
             Religion
             demonstrated
             by
             Reason
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             ,
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             Translated
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             :
             Of
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             ,
             Sir
             
               Henry
               Wotton
            
             ,
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           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           I.
           
        
         
           O
           Goddess
           ,
           sing
           what
           woe
           the
           discontent
        
         
           Of
           Thetis
           Son
           brought
           to
           the
           Greeks
           ;
           what
           Souls
        
         
           Of
           Heroes
           down
           to
           Erebus
           it
           sent
           ,
        
         
           Leaving
           their
           bodies
           unto
           Dogs
           and
           Fowls
           ;
        
         
           Whilst
           the
           two
           Princes
           of
           the
           Army
           strove
           ,
        
         
           King
           Agamemnon
           and
           Achilles
           stout
           .
        
         
           That
           so
           it
           should
           be
           was
           the
           will
           of
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           But
           who
           was
           he
           that
           made
           them
           first
           fall
           out
           ?
        
         
           Apollo
           ;
           who
           incensed
           by
           the
           wrong
        
         
           To
           this
           Priest
           Chryses
           by
           Atrides
           done
           ,
        
         
           Sent
           a
           great
           Pestilence
           the
           Greeks
           among
           ;
        
         
           Apace
           they
           di'd
           ,
           and
           remedy
           was
           none
           .
        
         
           For
           Chryses
           came
           unto
           the
           Argive
           Fleet
           ,
        
         
           With
           Treasure
           great
           his
           Daughter
           to
           redeem
           ;
        
         
           And
           having
           in
           his
           hand
           the
           Ensignes
           meet
           ,
        
         
           That
           did
           the
           Priestly
           Dignity
           beseem
           ,
        
         
           A
           Golden
           Scepter
           and
           a
           Crown
           of
           Bays
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Princes
           all
           made
           his
           request
           ;
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           two
           Atrides
           chiefly
           prays
           ,
        
         
           Who
           of
           the
           Argive
           Army
           were
           the
           best
           .
        
         
           O
           Sons
           of
           Atreus
           may
           the
           Gods
           grant
           you
        
         
           A
           safe
           return
           from
           Troy
           with
           Victory
           ;
        
         
           And
           you
           on
           me
           compassion
           may
           shew
           ,
        
         
           Receive
           these
           Gifts
           ,
           and
           set
           my
           Daughter
           free
           ;
        
         
           And
           have
           respect
           to
           
           Jove's
           and
           
           Leto's
           Son.
        
         
           To
           this
           the
           Princes
           all
           gave
           their
           consent
           ,
        
         
           Except
           King
           Agamemnon
           .
           He
           alone
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           sharp
           language
           from
           the
           Fleet
           him
           sent
           ;
        
         
           Old
           man
           (
           said
           he
           )
           let
           me
           not
           see
           you
           here
        
         
           Now
           staying
           ,
           or
           returning
           back
           again
           ,
        
         
           For
           fear
           the
           Golden
           Scepter
           which
           you
           bear
        
         
           And
           Chaplet
           hanging
           on
           it
           prove
           but
           vain
           .
        
         
         
           Your
           Daughter
           shall
           to
           Argos
           go
           far
           hence
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           my
           Bed
           ,
           and
           labour
           at
           the
           Loom
           ,
        
         
           And
           take
           heed
           you
           no
           farther
           me
           incense
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           you
           return
           not
           safely
           to
           your
           home
           .
        
         
           Frighted
           with
           this
           ,
           away
           the
           Old
           man
           went
           ;
        
         
           And
           often
           as
           he
           walked
           on
           the
           sand
           ,
        
         
           His
           Prayers
           to
           Apollo
           up
           he
           sent
           .
        
         
           Hear
           me
           Apollo
           with
           thy
           Bow
           in
           hand
           ,
        
         
           That
           honour'd
           art
           in
           Tenedos
           and
           Chryse
           ,
        
         
           And
           unto
           whom
           Cylla
           great
           honour
           bears
           ,
        
         
           If
           thou
           accepted
           hast
           my
           Sacrifice
           ,
        
         
           Pay
           th'
           Argives
           with
           thy
           Arrows
           for
           my
           tears
           .
        
         
           His
           Prayer
           was
           granted
           by
           the
           Deity
           ;
        
         
           Who
           with
           his
           Silver
           Bow
           and
           Arrows
           keen
           ,
        
         
           Descended
           from
           Olympus
           silently
        
         
           In
           likeness
           of
           the
           sable
           night
           unseen
           .
        
         
           His
           Bow
           and
           Quiver
           both
           behinde
           him
           hang
           ,
        
         
           The
           Arrows
           chink
           as
           often
           as
           he
           jogs
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           shot
           the
           Bow
           was
           heard
           to
           twang
           ,
        
         
           And
           first
           his
           Arrows
           flew
           at
           Mules
           and
           Dogs
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           the
           Plague
           into
           the
           Army
           came
           ,
        
         
           Perpetual
           was
           the
           fire
           of
           Funerals
           ;
        
         
           And
           so
           nine
           days
           continued
           the
           same
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           on
           the
           tenth
           for
           counsel
           calls
           ;
        
         
           And
           Juno
           't
           was
           that
           put
           it
           in
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           Who
           for
           the
           Argive
           Army
           was
           afraid
           :
        
         
           The
           Lords
           to
           Counsel
           being
           gathered
           ,
        
         
           Up
           stood
           Achilles
           and
           thus
           to
           them
           said
           ,
        
         
           We
           must
           I
           think
           
             (
             Atrides
          
           )
           run
           from
           hence
           ,
        
         
           Since
           War
           and
           Plague
           consume
           us
           both
           at
           once
           ,
        
         
           Let
           's
           think
           on
           how
           to
           stay
           the
           Pestilence
           ,
        
         
           Or
           else
           at
           Troy
           resolve
           to
           leave
           our
           bones
           .
        
         
           Let
           's
           with
           some
           Priest
           or
           Prophet
           here
           advise
        
         
           That
           knows
           the
           pleasure
           of
           the
           Gods
           above
           ,
        
         
           Or
           some
           that
           at
           expounding
           Dreams
           are
           wise
           ,
        
         
           For
           also
           Dreams
           descend
           on
           men
           from
           Jove
           :
        
         
           That
           we
           may
           from
           him
           know
           
           Apollo's
           minde
           ,
        
         
           If
           we
           for
           Sacrifice
           be
           in
           arrear
           ,
        
         
           Or
           if
           he
           will
           for
           Lambs
           and
           Goats
           be
           kinde
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           destroy
           us
           from
           henceforth
           forbear
           .
        
         
         
           Achilles
           then
           sat
           down
           ,
           and
           Chalchas
           rose
           ,
        
         
           That
           was
           of
           great
           renown
           for
           Augury
           ,
        
         
           And
           any
           thing
           was
           able
           to
           disclose
        
         
           That
           had
           been
           ,
           is
           ,
           or
           should
           hereafter
           be
           ;
        
         
           And
           guided
           had
           the
           Greeks
           to
           Ilium
           ;
        
         
           Achilles
           (
           said
           he
           )
           since
           you
           me
           command
        
         
           To
           tell
           you
           why
           this
           Plague
           is
           on
           us
           come
           ,
        
         
           Swear
           you
           will
           save
           me
           both
           with
           word
           and
           hand
           .
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           Greeks
           it
           will
           offend
           the
           best
           ;
        
         
           Who
           though
           his
           anger
           for
           a
           while
           he
           smother
           ,
        
         
           Will
           not
           ,
           I
           fear
           ,
           long
           time
           contented
           rest
           ,
        
         
           But
           will
           revenged
           be
           some
           time
           or
           other
           .
        
         
           Chalchas
           (
           reply'd
           Achilles
           )
           do
           not
           fear
           ,
        
         
           But
           what
           the
           God
           has
           told
           you
           bring
           to
           light
           :
        
         
           By
           Phoebus
           not
           a
           man
           shall
           hurt
           you
           here
           ,
        
         
           As
           long
           as
           I
           enjoy
           my
           life
           and
           sight
           ;
        
         
           Though
           Agamemnon
           be
           the
           man
           you
           dread
           ,
        
         
           Who
           is
           of
           all
           the
           Army
           most
           obey'd
           .
        
         
           The
           Prophet
           by
           these
           words
           encouraged
           ,
        
         
           Said
           what
           before
           to
           say
           he
           was
           affraid
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           not
           neglect
           of
           Vow
           or
           Sacrifice
        
         
           That
           doth
           the
           God
           Apollo
           thus
           displease
           ;
        
         
           But
           that
           we
           do
           his
           Priest
           so
           much
           despise
           ,
        
         
           As
           not
           his
           Child
           for
           ransome
           to
           release
           .
        
         
           And
           more
           ,
           till
           she
           be
           to
           her
           Father
           sent
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           Hecatombe
           ,
           and
           Ransomless
           ,
        
         
           The
           anger
           of
           the
           God
           will
           not
           relent
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           will
           the
           Sickness
           'mongst
           the
           people
           cease
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           sat
           .
           The
           King
           look'd
           furiously
           ,
        
         
           And
           anger
           flaming
           stood
           upon
           his
           eyes
           ,
        
         
           While
           many
           black
           thoughts
           on
           his
           heart
           did
           lye
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Prophet
           Chalchas
           thus
           replies
           .
        
         
           Unlucky
           Prophet
           ,
           that
           didst
           never
           yet
        
         
           Good
           fortune
           prophecy
           to
           me
           ,
           but
           ill
           ,
        
         
           And
           ever
           with
           a
           mind
           against
           me
           set
        
         
           Inventest
           Prophecies
           to
           cross
           my
           Will
           ;
        
         
           And
           now
           again
           you
           fain
           would
           have
           it
           thought
           ,
        
         
           Because
           I
           would
           not
           let
           Chryseis
           go
           ,
        
         
           The
           Gifts
           refusing
           which
           her
           Father
           brought
           ,
        
         
           Therefore
           this
           Plague
           was
           sent
           amongst
           us
           now
           -
        
         
         
           With
           Clytemnestr●
           she
           may
           well
           contend
        
         
           For
           Person
           ,
           or
           for
           Beauty
           ,
           or
           for
           Art.
        
         
           Yet
           so
           ,
           to
           send
           her
           home
           I
           do
           intend
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           our
           loss
           I
           bear
           the
           greatest
           part
           .
        
         
           But
           you
           must
           then
           some
           prize
           for
           me
           provide
           .
        
         
           Shall
           no
           man
           unrewarded
           go
           but
           I
           ?
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Achilles
           to
           the
           King
           reply'd
           ,
        
         
           Atrides
           ,
           that
           on
           booty
           have
           your
           eye
           ,
        
         
           You
           know
           divided
           is
           ,
           or
           s●ld
           the
           prey
        
         
           Which
           never
           can
           resumed
           be
           again
           .
        
         
           But
           send
           her
           home
           .
           When
           we
           shall
           have
           sack'd
           Troy
        
         
           Your
           loss
           shall
           be
           repaid
           with
           triple
           gain
           .
        
         
           No
           ,
           said
           Atrides
           ,
           that
           I
           never
           meant
           ;
        
         
           D'
           ye
           think
           't
           is
           fit
           that
           you
           your
           shares
           retain
           ?
        
         
           And
           only
           mine
           unto
           the
           God
           be
           sent
           ,
        
         
           That
           unrewarded
           none
           but
           I
           remain
           ?
        
         
           I
           thought
           it
           reason
           th'
           Argives
           should
           collect
        
         
           Amongst
           themselves
           the
           value
           (
           how
           they
           list
           )
        
         
           And
           give
           it
           me
           before
           they
           did
           expect
        
         
           This
           Prize
           of
           mine
           should
           be
           by
           me
           dismis●
           .
        
         
           If
           they
           'l
           do
           that
           ,
           't
           is
           well
           .
           If
           not
           ,
           I
           'le
           go
        
         
           To
           your
           ,
           or
           Ajax
           ,
           or
           Ulysses
           tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           take
           his
           prize
           ,
           and
           right
           my self
           will
           so
           ,
        
         
           Wherewith
           I
           think
           he
           will
           not
           be
           content
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           there
           's
           time
           enough
           to
           speak
           of
           this
           ,
        
         
           Let
           's
           ready
           make
           a
           Ship
           with
           able
           Row'rs
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'
           Hecatombe
           ,
           to
           go
           with
           fair
           Chryseis
           ,
        
         
           And
           (
           to
           direct
           )
           one
           of
           the
           Counsellors
           ;
        
         
           
             Ajax
             ,
             Idomeneus
             ,
             Ulysses
          
           ,
           or
        
         
           Your self
           may
           go
           ,
           Athilles
           ,
           if
           you
           please
           ,
        
         
           And
           do
           the
           bus'ness
           you
           are
           pleading
           for
           ,
        
         
           And
           if
           you
           can
           th'
           offended
           God
           appease
           .
        
         
           O
           impudence
           (
           Achilles
           then
           reply'd
           )
        
         
           What
           other
           of
           th'
           Achaeans
           willingly
        
         
           Will
           when
           you
           only
           for
           your self
           provide
           ,
        
         
           Go
           where
           you
           bid
           ,
           or
           fight
           with
           th'
           enemy
           ?
        
         
           Against
           the
           Trojans
           I
           no
           quarrel
           have
           .
        
         
           In
           Pthia
           plundring
           they
           were
           never
           seen
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           ever
           thence
           my
           Kin●
           or
           Horses
           drave
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           could
           ;
           the
           Sea
           and
           great
           Hills
           are
           between
           .
        
         
         
           Only
           for
           yours
           and
           Menelaus
           sake
           ,
        
         
           To
           honour
           gain
           for
           you
           we
           came
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Whereof
           no
           notice
           (
           Dogshead
           )
           now
           you
           take
           ,
        
         
           But
           threaten
           me
           my
           prize
           to
           take
           away
           ;
        
         
           Which
           by
           my
           labour
           I
           have
           dearly
           bought
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           th'
           Achaeans
           given
           me
           has
           been
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           the
           City
           Troy
           we
           shall
           have
           got
           ,
        
         
           Your
           share
           will
           great
           ,
           mine
           little
           be
           therein
           .
        
         
           For
           though
           my
           part
           be
           greatest
           in
           the
           pain
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           when
           unto
           division
           we
           come
           ,
        
         
           You
           will
           expect
           the
           greatest
           part
           o'
           th'
           gain
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           with
           little
           I
           go
           weary
           home
           .
        
         
           Then
           farewel
           Troy.
           To
           Sea
           I
           'le
           go
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           back
           to
           Pthia
           .
           Then
           it
           will
           be
           seen
        
         
           When
           you
           without
           me
           shall
           at
           Troy
           remain
           ,
        
         
           What
           Honour
           and
           what
           Riches
           you
           shall
           win
           .
        
         
           Go
           when
           you
           will
           ,
           (
           said
           Agamemnon
           )
           fly
           ,
        
         
           I
           le
           not
           entreat
           you
           for
           my
           sake
           to
           stay
           .
        
         
           When
           you
           are
           gone
           more
           honour'd
           shall
           be
           I
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Jove
           (
           I
           hope
           )
           will
           with
           you
           go
           away
           .
        
         
           In
           you
           I
           shall
           but
           loose
           an
           enemy
        
         
           That
           only
           loves
           to
           quarrel
           and
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           The
           Gods
           have
           giv'n
           you
           strength
           I
           not
           deny
           .
        
         
           Go
           'mongst
           your
           Myrmidons
           and
           use
           your
           might
           .
        
         
           I
           care
           not
           for
           you
           ,
           nor
           your
           anger
           fear
           ,
        
         
           For
           after
           I
           have
           sent
           away
           Chryseis
           ,
        
         
           And
           satisfi'd
           the
           God
           ,
           I
           'le
           not
           forbear
        
         
           To
           fetch
           away
           from
           you
           the
           fair
           Briseis
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           by
           force
           .
           For
           I
           would
           have
           you
           see
        
         
           How
           much
           to
           mine
           inferior
           is
           your
           might
           ,
        
         
           And
           others
           fear
           t'
           oppose
           themselves
           to
           me
           .
        
         
           This
           swell'd
           Achilles
           choler
           to
           the
           height
           .
        
         
           And
           made
           him
           study
           what
           to
           do
           were
           best
           ,
        
         
           To
           draw
           his
           Sword
           and
           Agamemnon
           kill
           ,
        
         
           Or
           take
           some
           time
           his
           anger
           to
           digest
           .
        
         
           His
           Sword
           was
           drawn
           ,
           yet
           doubtful
           was
           his
           Will.
        
         
           But
           Juno
           ,
           that
           of
           both
           of
           them
           took
           care
           ,
        
         
           Sent
           Pallas
           down
           ,
           who
           coming
           stood
           behind
        
         
           Achilles
           ,
           and
           laid
           hold
           upon
           his
           Hair.
        
         
           Whereat
           Achilles
           wondring
           in
           his
           minde
           ,
        
         
         
           Turn'd
           back
           ,
           and
           by
           the
           terror
           of
           her
           eyes
        
         
           Knew
           her
           ;
           but
           by
           none
           else
           perceiv'd
           was
           she
           .
        
         
           Come
           you
           (
           said
           he
           )
           to
           see
           the
           injuries
        
         
           That
           are
           by
           Agamemnon
           done
           to
           me
           ?
        
         
           So
           great
           (
           O
           Goddess
           Pallas
           )
           is
           his
           pride
           ,
        
         
           As
           I
           believe
           it
           cost
           him
           will
           his
           life
           .
        
         
           I
           hither
           came
           (
           Athena
           then
           reply'd
           )
        
         
           To
           put
           an
           end
           to
           this
           unlucky
           strife
           .
        
         
           From
           Heaven
           I
           hither
           was
           by
           Juno
           sent
           ,
        
         
           (
           That
           loves
           you
           both
           ,
           and
           of
           you
           both
           takes
           care
           )
        
         
           Drawing
           of
           Swords
           and
           Blood-shed
           to
           prevent
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           for
           evil
           words
           you
           need
           not
           spare
           .
        
         
           For
           the
           wrong
           done
           you
           he
           shall
           trebly
           pay
        
         
           Another
           time
           .
           Hold
           then
           .
           Your
           Sword
           forbear
           .
        
         
           I
           must
           (
           then
           said
           Achilles
           )
           you
           obey
           ,
        
         
           Though
           wrong'd
           .
           Who
           hears
           not
           Gods
           ,
           the
           Gods
           not
           hear
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           his
           mighty
           Sword
           again
           he
           sheath'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           Pallas
           up
           unto
           Olympus
           flew
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           still
           nothing
           but
           Choler
           breath'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           thus
           revil'd
           anew
           .
        
         
           Dogs-face
           ,
           and
           Drunkard
           ,
           Coward
           that
           thou
           art
           ,
        
         
           That
           hat'st
           to
           lead
           the
           people
           out
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           Nor
           yet
           to
           lye
           in
           ambush
           hast
           the
           heart
           ,
        
         
           And
           painfully
           watch
           in
           the
           field
           all
           night
           .
        
         
           But
           thou
           to
           take
           from
           other
           men
           their
           due
        
         
           (
           Safe
           lying
           in
           the
           Camp
           )
           more
           pleasure
           hast
           .
        
         
           But
           fools
           they
           are
           that
           ruled
           are
           by
           you
           ,
        
         
           Or
           else
           this
           injury
           had
           been
           your
           last
           .
        
         
           But
           this
           I
           'le
           say
           ,
           and
           with
           an
           Oath
           make
           good
           .
        
         
           (
           Now
           by
           this
           Scepter
           ,
           which
           hath
           left
           behind
        
         
           The
           stock
           whereon
           it
           once
           grew
           in
           the
           wood
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           more
           shall
           have
           nor
           leaf
           nor
           rind
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Achaean
           Princes
           now
           is
           born
        
         
           By
           whom
           
           Jove's
           Laws
           to
           th'
           People
           carried
           be
           .
           )
        
         
           You
           hear
           now
           what
           a
           great
           Oath
           I
           have
           sworn
           :
        
         
           If
           ere
           the
           Achaeans
           shall
           have
           need
           of
           me
           ,
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           cannot
           them
           relieve
           .
        
         
           When
           Hector
           fills
           the
           field
           with
           bodies
           slain
           ,
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           only
           for
           them
           grieve
           ,
        
         
           They
           my
           assistance
           wish
           for
           shall
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Achilles
           threw
           the
           Scepter
           down
        
         
           That
           stuck
           all
           over
           was
           with
           Nails
           of
           Gold
           ;
        
         
           And
           Nestor
           rose
           ,
           of
           Pyle
           that
           wore
           the
           Crown
           ,
        
         
           Wise
           and
           sweet
           Orator
           and
           Captain
           old
           .
        
         
           His
           words
           like
           Honey
           dropped
           from
           his
           tongue
           .
        
         
           Two
           ages
           he
           in
           battle
           honour
           gain'd
           .
        
         
           For
           all
           that
           while
           he
           youthful
           was
           and
           strong
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           third
           age
           now
           in
           Pyle
           he
           reign'd
           .
        
         
           What
           grief
           t'
           Achaea
           coming
           is
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           O
           Gods
           ,
           what
           joy
           to
           Priam
           and
           his
           Seed
           ,
        
         
           How
           glad
           will
           all
           the
           Trojans
           be
           to
           see
        
         
           You
           two
           that
           all
           the
           rest
           in
           pow'r
           exceed
           ,
        
         
           With
           your
           own
           hands
           shed
           one
           anothers
           blood
           !
        
         
           I
           elder
           am
           ,
           do
           then
           as
           I
           advise
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           conversed
           have
           with
           men
           as
           good
           ,
        
         
           That
           yet
           my
           counsel
           never
           did
           despise
           .
        
         
           Perithous
           and
           Dryas
           were
           great
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           Polyphemus
           and
           Exadius
           ,
        
         
           Such
           as
           for
           strength
           I
           ne'er
           shall
           see
           agen
           ;
        
         
           And
           so
           were
           Caeneus
           ,
           and
           Theseus
           .
        
         
           The
           strongest
           of
           mankind
           were
           these
           ,
           and
           slew
        
         
           The
           strongest
           of
           wild
           beasts
           that
           haunt
           the
           Wood.
        
         
           These
           strong
           men
           I
           convers'd
           withal
           and
           knew
           ;
        
         
           And
           with
           them
           also
           I
           did
           what
           I
           cou'd
           .
        
         
           With
           these
           no
           other
           could
           contend
           in
           fight
           .
        
         
           Yet
           they
           from
           Pyle
           thought
           fit
           to
           call
           me
           forth
        
         
           Far
           off
           ;
           nor
           ever
           did
           my
           counsel
           slight
           .
        
         
           Think
           not
           therefore
           my
           counsel
           nothing
           worth
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           take
           not
           from
           him
           ,
           though
           you
           can
           ,
        
         
           The
           Damsel
           which
           the
           Greeks
           have
           given
           him
           .
        
         
           Forbear
           the
           King
           
             (
             Pelides
             .
          
           )
           For
           the
           man
        
         
           Whom
           Jove
           hath
           crown'd
           is
           made
           of
           Jove
           a
           limb
           .
        
         
           Though
           you
           be
           strong
           ,
           and
           on
           a
           Goddess
           got
           ,
        
         
           Atrides
           is
           before
           you
           in
           command
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           ,
           be
           but
           you
           to
           peace
           once
           brought
           ,
        
         
           T'
           appease
           Achilles
           I
           will
           take
           in
           hand
           ,
        
         
           Who
           is
           (
           while
           we
           are
           lying
           here
           )
           our
           Wall.
        
         
           To
           this
           Atrides
           answered
           again
           ,
        
         
           I
           nothing
           can
           deny
           of
           this
           at
           all
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           amongst
           us
           thinks
           he
           ought
           to
           raign
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           give
           the
           Law
           to
           all
           as
           he
           thinks
           fit
           .
        
         
           But
           I
           am
           certain
           that
           shall
           never
           be
           .
        
         
           He
           well
           can
           fight
           ;
           the
           Gods
           have
           granted
           it
           ,
        
         
           But
           they
           nere
           taught
           him
           words
           of
           infamy
           .
        
         
           Then
           interrupting
           him
           Achilles
           said
           ,
        
         
           I
           were
           a
           Wretch
           and
           nothing
           worth
           indeed
           ,
        
         
           If
           I
           what
           ever
           you
           command
           obey'd
           .
        
         
           I
           will
           no
           more
           to
           what
           you
           say
           take
           heed
           .
        
         
           But
           this
           I
           tell
           you
           ,
           if
           you
           take
           away
        
         
           The
           Damsel
           which
           is
           mine
           by
           your
           own
           gift
           ,
        
         
           I
           do
           not
           mean
           for
           that
           to
           make
           a
           Fray
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           or
           once
           my
           hand
           to
           lift
           .
        
         
           Fetch
           her
           your self
           Atrides
           ,
           but
           take
           heed
        
         
           Against
           my
           will
           you
           nothing
           else
           take
           there
           .
        
         
           Try
           ;
           that
           th'
           Achaeans
           may
           see
           how
           you
           speed
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           your
           black
           blood
           shall
           run
           down
           my
           Spear
           .
        
         
           Thus
           in
           disorder
           the
           Assembly
           ends
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           to
           his
           own
           Ships
           took
           his
           way
           ,
        
         
           Patroclus
           with
           him
           and
           his
           other
           friends
           .
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           then
           without
           delay
        
         
           Lanched
           a
           Bark
           ,
           and
           in
           go
           Row'rs
           twice
           ten
           .
        
         
           Aboard
           the
           Maid
           and
           th'
           Hecatombe
           they
           lay
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           went
           Commander
           of
           the
           men
           .
        
         
           And
           swiftly
           then
           the
           Ship
           cuts
           out
           her
           way
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Atrides
           th'
           Army
           purify'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           threw
           into
           the
           Sea
           the
           Purgament
           .
        
         
           Then
           sacrific'd
           o'th'sands
           by
           the
           Sea
           side
        
         
           A
           Hecatombe
           .
           To
           Heaven
           went
           up
           the
           sent
           .
        
         
           And
           busie
           were
           the
           people
           .
           But
           the
           King
        
         
           Still
           on
           his
           quarrel
           with
           Achilles
           thought
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           Briseis
           from
           his
           Tent
           to
           bring
           .
        
         
           For
           what
           he
           threatn'd
           he
           had
           not
           forgot
           .
        
         
           But
           sent
           Talthybius
           and
           Eurybates
        
         
           T'
           Achilles
           Tent
           to
           fetch
           Briseis
           thence
           .
        
         
           (
           Two
           publick
           servants
           of
           the
           King
           were
           these
        
         
           Ordain'd
           to
           carry
           his
           commandements
           .
           )
        
         
           If
           he
           refuse
           (
           said
           he
           )
           to
           let
           her
           go
           ,
        
         
           I
           'le
           thither
           go
           my self
           with
           greater
           force
        
         
           And
           take
           her
           thence
           ,
           whether
           he
           will
           or
           no.
        
         
           Which
           ,
           angry
           as
           he
           is
           ,
           will
           vex
           him
           worse
           .
        
         
         
           The
           Messengers
           ,
           though
           not
           well
           pleased
           ,
           went
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Flee●
           o'
           th'
           Myrmidons
           ,
           and
           there
        
         
           They
           found
           Achilles
           sitting
           by
           his
           Tent.
        
         
           Well
           pleas'd
           he
           was
           not
           .
           And
           they
           silent
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           stood
           still
           ,
           struck
           with
           fear
           and
           reverence
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           seeing
           that
           ,
           spake
           first
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Come
           near
           .
           To
           me
           you
           have
           done
           no
           offence
           .
        
         
           Go
           you
           Patroclus
           and
           lead
           forth
           the
           Maid
           ,
        
         
           And
           give
           her
           to
           these
           men
           ,
           that
           they
           may
           be
        
         
           To
           Gods
           and
           Men
           ,
           and
           to
           th'
           unbridled
           man
        
         
           My
           Witnesses
           ,
           when
           they
           have
           need
           of
           me
        
         
           To
           save
           th'
           Achaeans
           ,
           which
           he
           never
           can
           .
        
         
           For
           what
           can
           he
           devise
           of
           any
           worth
           ?
        
         
           Or
           how
           can
           he
           the
           Greeks
           in
           battle
           save
           ?
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Patroclus
           led
           Briseis
           forth
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Atrides
           Messengers
           her
           gave
           .
        
         
           She
           with
           them
           went
           ,
           though
           much
           against
           her
           heart
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           from
           his
           friends
           went
           off
           and
           play'd
           .
        
         
           And
           sitting
           with
           his
           face
           to
           th'
           Sea
           apart
        
         
           Weeping
           ,
           unto
           his
           Mother
           Thetis
           said
           ,
        
         
           Mother
           ,
           though
           Jove
           have
           given
           me
           so
           small
        
         
           A
           time
           of
           life
           ,
           I
           could
           contented
           ●e
           ,
        
         
           Had
           I
           not
           been
           dishonoured
           withal
           ,
        
         
           And
           forc'd
           to
           bear
           such
           open
           injury
           .
        
         
           Thetis
           in
           th'inmost
           closets
           of
           the
           Deep
           ,
        
         
           Sat
           with
           the
           old
           God
           Nereus
           ,
           and
           heard
           .
        
         
           And
           not
           enduring
           long
           to
           hear
           him
           weep
           ,
        
         
           Above
           the
           Sea
           like
           to
           a
           Mist
           appear'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           him
           sat
           ,
           and
           stroak'd
           his
           head
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Why
           weep
           you
           Child
           ?
           What
           is
           't
           that
           grieves
           you
           so
           ?
        
         
           Tell
           me
           ,
           speak
           out
           .
           Of
           what
           are
           you
           afraid
           ?
        
         
           Come
           ,
           whatsoever
           'tis
           let
           me
           it
           know
           .
        
         
           Mother
           (
           said
           he
           )
           't
           is
           not
           to
           you
           unknown
           ,
        
         
           When
           we
           took
           Thebe
           ,
           and
           had
           brought
           away
        
         
           The
           Captives
           and
           the
           Riches
           of
           the
           Town
           ,
        
         
           Chryseis
           sell
           t'
           Atrides
           for
           his
           prey
           .
        
         
           And
           how
           her
           father
           Chryses
           came
           to
           th'
           Fleet
        
         
           With
           Ransome
           great
           his
           Daughter
           to
           redeem
           ,
        
         
           And
           having
           in
           his
           hands
           the
           Ensigns
           meet
        
         
           Which
           did
           his
           Priestly
           dignity
           beseem
           ,
        
         
         
           A
           Golden
           Scepter
           and
           a
           Crown
           of
           Bays
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Princes
           all
           made
           his
           request
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           two
           Atrides
           chiefly
           prays
           ,
        
         
           Who
           of
           the
           Argive
           Army
           were
           the
           best
           .
        
         
           O
           Sons
           of
           Atreus
           ,
           may
           the
           Gods
           grant
           you
        
         
           A
           safe
           return
           from
           Troy
           with
           Victory
           ;
        
         
           And
           you
           on
           me
           compassion
           may
           shew
           ,
        
         
           Receive
           these
           Gifts
           ,
           and
           set
           my
           Daughter
           free
           ;
        
         
           And
           have
           respect
           to
           
           Jove's
           and
           
           Leto's
           son
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           the
           Princes
           all
           gave
           their
           consent
           ,
        
         
           Except
           King
           Agamemnon
           .
           He
           alone
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           sharp
           language
           from
           the
           Fleet
           him
           sent
           .
        
         
           Away
           the
           Old-man
           goes
           ,
           and
           as
           he
           went
           ,
        
         
           Against
           the
           Greeks
           he
           to
           Apollo
           pray'd
           ;
        
         
           Who
           heard
           him
           ,
           and
           the
           Plague
           amongst
           them
           sent
           ,
        
         
           Which
           dayly
           multitudes
           of
           men
           destroy'd
           .
        
         
           Of
           which
           the
           Prophet
           ,
           being
           ask'd
           the
           cause
           ,
        
         
           Said
           ,
           '
           was
           for
           th'
           injury
           to
           Chryses
           done
           .
        
         
           I
           mov'd
           to
           send
           her
           back
           .
           Then
           angry
           was
        
         
           Atrides
           ,
           though
           beside
           Atrides
           ,
           none
           .
        
         
           And
           though
           he
           too
           has
           sent
           her
           now
           away
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           what
           he
           threat'ned
           he
           has
           brought
           to
           pass
           .
        
         
           His
           Officers
           from
           me
           have
           forc'd
           my
           prey
           ,
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           now
           Briseis
           has
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           ,
           if
           ever
           ,
           let
           me
           have
           your
           aid
           ,
        
         
           If
           you
           have
           holpen
           Jove
           with
           word
           or
           deed
           ;
        
         
           (
           For
           in
           my
           Fathers
           house
           you
           oft
           have
           said
           ,
        
         
           That
           heretofore
           you
           stood
           him
           in
           great
           steed
           ,
        
         
           When
           other
           Gods
           to
           bind
           him
           had
           decreed
           ,
        
         
           Juno
           and
           
             Neptune
             ,
             Pallas
          
           and
           the
           rest
           ,
        
         
           You
           to
           him
           came
           and
           from
           his
           bonds
           him
           freed
           .
        
         
           For
           up
           you
           fetch'd
           Briareus
           the
           best
        
         
           Of
           Titans
           all
           ,
           whom
           men
           Aegaeon
           call
           ,
        
         
           The
           Gods
           Briareus
           ,
           with
           a
           hundred
           hands
           ,
        
         
           And
           set
           him
           next
           to
           Jove
           .
           No
           God
           at
           all
        
         
           Then
           durst
           to
           Jupiter
           approach
           with
           bonds
           )
        
         
           Put
           Jove
           in
           mind
           of
           this
           ,
           and
           him
           intreat
        
         
           The
           Trojan
           hands
           to
           fortifie
           in
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           repel
           the
           Greeks
           with
           slaughter
           great
           ,
        
         
           That
           in
           their
           goodly
           King
           they
           may
           delight
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           count
           what
           he
           hath
           won
        
         
           By
           doing
           such
           dishonour
           to
           the
           best
        
         
           Of
           th'
           Argives
           ,
           and
           that
           has
           such
           service
           done
           .
        
         
           Ay
           me
           ,
           (
           said
           Thetis
           )
           would
           you
           could
           here
           rest
        
         
           Unhurt
           ,
           ungriev'd
           .
           For
           I
           have
           born
           you
           to
        
         
           Short
           life
           .
           And
           not
           far
           from
           you
           is
           your
           Fate
           .
        
         
           And
           grievous
           't
           is
           to
           be
           dishonour'd
           too
           .
        
         
           But
           I
           to
           Jove
           will
           all
           you
           say
           relate
        
         
           When
           I
           go
           to
           Olympus
           .
           Till
           then
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           angry
           though
           you
           are
           ,
           from
           war
           forbear
           .
        
         
           To
           Blackmoor-land
           the
           Gods
           went
           yesterday
           ,
        
         
           And
           twelve
           daies
           hence
           agen
           they
           will
           be
           there
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Goddess
           went
           away
           ,
           and
           left
        
         
           Her
           Son
           Achilles
           with
           his
           Anger
           striving
           ,
        
         
           For
           that
           he
           had
           been
           of
           his
           prize
           bereft
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Ulysses
           at
           the
           Port
           arriving
        
         
           Of
           Chryse
           ,
           first
           his
           Sails
           he
           furl'd
           ,
           and
           stow'd
        
         
           Them
           on
           the
           Deck
           together
           with
           the
           Mast
           ;
        
         
           And
           with
           their
           Oars
           their
           Ship
           ashore
           they
           row'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           out
           their
           Anchors
           threw
           ;
           and
           ty'd
           her
           fast
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           Beach
           the
           men
           descending
           laid
        
         
           The
           Victims
           in
           good
           order
           on
           the
           Sand.
        
         
           When
           this
           was
           done
           ,
           they
           disimbark'd
           the
           Maid
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Ulysses
           took
           her
           by
           the
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           brought
           her
           to
           the
           Altar
           ,
           where
           the
           Priest
        
         
           Her
           Father
           stood
           ,
           and
           to
           him
           spake
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           Chryses
           see
           ,
           Atrides
           hath
           dismist
        
         
           Your
           Daughter
           ,
           and
           this
           Hecatombe
           hath
           paid
           .
        
         
           By
           Agamemnon
           we
           are
           hither
           sent
        
         
           The
           same
           to
           offer
           ,
           and
           t'
           Apollo
           pray
           ,
        
         
           That
           he
           accept
           it
           will
           ,
           and
           be
           content
        
         
           The
           Sickness
           from
           the
           Greeks
           to
           take
           away
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           put
           Chryseis
           to
           his
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           with
           great
           contentment
           her
           receiv'd
           .
        
         
           Then
           all
           with
           Salt
           and
           Barley
           ready
           stand
           ,
        
         
           And
           Chryses
           pray'd
           with
           hands
           to
           Heaven
           upheav'd
           .
        
         
           Hear
           me
           Apollo
           with
           the
           Silver
           Bow
           ,
        
         
           That
           dost
           in
           Tenedos
           and
           Cylla
           reign
           ,
        
         
           And
           heardst
           my
           Pray'r
           against
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           hear
           now
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           them
           send
           the
           Pestilence
           again
           .
        
         
         
           When
           Chryses
           had
           thus
           to
           Apollo
           pray'd
           ,
        
         
           Then
           pray'd
           they
           all
           ;
           and
           Salt
           and
           Barley
           threw
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Victims
           ;
           which
           they
           kill'd
           and
           slay'd
           .
        
         
           But
           from
           the
           Altar
           first
           they
           them
           withdrew
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Thighs
           cut
           off
           they
           slit
           in
           twain
           ,
        
         
           And
           round
           about
           they
           cover
           them
           with
           fat
           ,
        
         
           And
           one
           part
           on
           the
           other
           laid
           again
           .
        
         
           The
           Priest
           himself
           came
           when
           they
           had
           done
           that
           ,
        
         
           And
           burnt
           them
           on
           a
           fire
           of
           cloven
           wood
           ;
        
         
           And
           as
           they
           burning
           were
           pour'd
           on
           black
           Wine
           .
        
         
           Young
           men
           with
           Spits
           five-branched
           by
           them
           stood
           .
        
         
           When
           burnt
           the
           Thighs
           were
           for
           the
           Pow'r
           divine
           ,
        
         
           And
           Entrails
           eaten
           ,
           the
           rest
           cut
           in
           joynts
        
         
           Before
           the
           fire
           they
           roasted
           skillfully
           ,
        
         
           Pierc'd
           thorow
           with
           the
           Spits
           that
           had
           five
           points
           ;
        
         
           And
           took
           it
           up
           when
           roasted
           thorowly
           .
        
         
           When
           ended
           was
           their
           work
           ,
           began
           the
           Feast
           ;
        
         
           Where
           nothing
           wanting
           was
           of
           what
           was
           good
           .
        
         
           And
           having
           thirst
           and
           hunger
           dispossest
           ,
        
         
           And
           filled
           with
           sweet
           Wine
           the
           Temp'rers
           stood
           .
        
         
           Then
           round
           the
           Cups
           were
           born
           ;
           and
           all
           day
           long
        
         
           Sitting
           they
           celebrated
           Phoebus
           might
           ,
        
         
           And
           magnifi'd
           his
           goodness
           in
           sweet
           Song
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           in
           his
           own
           praises
           took
           delight
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           the
           Sun
           had
           born
           away
           his
           light
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Sands
           they
           laid
           them
           down
           to
           sleep
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           again
           Aurora
           came
           in
           sight
           ,
        
         
           Again
           ●hey
           lanch
           their
           Ship
           into
           the
           deep
           .
        
         
           A
           good
           fore-wind
           Apollo
           with
           them
           sent
           .
        
         
           Then
           with
           her
           breast
           the
           Ship
           the
           water
           tore
        
         
           (
           Which
           by
           her
           down
           on
           both
           sides
           roaring
           went
           )
        
         
           And
           soon
           arrived
           at
           the
           Trojan
           shore
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           they
           drew
           her
           up
           again
           to
           Land
           ,
        
         
           And
           ev'ry
           man
           went
           which
           way
           he
           thought
           best
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           yet
           not
           able
           to
           command
        
         
           The
           anger
           that
           still
           boyled
           in
           his
           breast
           ,
        
         
           No
           longer
           would
           the
           Greeks
           at
           Councel
           meet
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           with
           them
           any
           more
           to
           battle
           come
           ;
        
         
           But
           sullen
           sat
           before
           his
           Tent
           and
           Fleet
           ,
        
         
           Wishing
           to
           see
           the
           Argives
           beaten
           home
           .
        
         
         
           Twelve
           times
           the
           Sun
           had
           risen
           now
           and
           set
           ,
        
         
           The
           Gods
           t'
           Olympus
           all
           returned
           were
           ;
        
         
           Thetis
           her
           Sons
           complaints
           did
           not
           forget
           ,
        
         
           But
           up
           she
           carried
           them
           to
           Jupiter
           .
        
         
           Upon
           the
           highest
           top
           alone
           sat
           he
        
         
           Of
           the
           great
           many
           headed
           Hill
           ,
           and
           laid
        
         
           One
           hand
           on
           's
           breast
           ,
           th'
           other
           on
           his
           knee
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           that
           posture
           thus
           unto
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           Father
           Jove
           ,
           if
           for
           you
           I
           have
           done
        
         
           Service
           at
           any
           time
           by
           word
           or
           deed
           ,
        
         
           Repay
           it
           now
           I
           pray
           you
           to
           my
           Son
        
         
           Whom
           Agamemnon
           hath
           dishonoured
           .
        
         
           Short
           time
           the
           Fates
           have
           given
           him
           to
           live
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           taken
           from
           him
           hath
           his
           prey
           .
        
         
           Now
           Victory
           unto
           the
           Trojans
           give
        
         
           Till
           Agamemnon
           for
           his
           fault
           shall
           pay
           .
        
         
           Thus
           prayed
           she
           .
           But
           Jove
           made
           no
           reply
           .
        
         
           Nor
           took
           she
           off
           her
           hands
           ;
           but
           pray'd
           anew
        
         
           O
           Jove
           my
           Prayer
           grant
           me
           ,
           or
           deny
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           may
           know
           what
           power
           I
           have
           in
           you
           .
        
         
           Then
           Jove
           much
           grieved
           ,
           spake
           to
           her
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           'Twixt
           me
           and
           Juno
           't
           will
           a
           quarrel
           make
           .
        
         
           For
           she
           before
           the
           Gods
           will
           me
           upbraid
           ,
        
         
           When
           she
           shall
           know
           the
           Trojans
           part
           I
           take
           .
        
         
           But
           go
           ,
           lest
           she
           observe
           what
           you
           do
           here
           .
        
         
           I
           'le
           give
           a
           Nod
           to
           all
           that
           you
           have
           spoken
           ,
        
         
           That
           you
           may
           safely
           trust
           to
           and
           not
           fear
           .
        
         
           A
           Nod
           from
           me
           is
           an
           unfailing
           token
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           with
           his
           black
           Brows
           he
           to
           her
           nodded
        
         
           Wherewith
           displayed
           were
           his
           Locks
           divine
           ;
        
         
           Olympus
           shook
           at
           stirring
           of
           his
           God-head
           ;
        
         
           And
           Thetis
           from
           it
           jump'd
           into
           the
           Brine
           ,
        
         
           And
           Jupiter
           unto
           his
           house
           went
           down
           .
        
         
           The
           Gods
           arose
           and
           waited
           on
           him
           thither
           :
        
         
           But
           unto
           Juno
           it
           was
           not
           unknown
        
         
           That
           he
           and
           Thetis
           had
           confer'd
           together
           ,
        
         
           Who
           presently
           to
           Jove
           her
           husband
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           angry
           him
           rebukt
           with
           language
           keen
           .
        
         
           You
           that
           still
           in
           my
           absence
           tricks
           invent
           ,
        
         
           What
           God
           hath
           with
           you
           now
           in
           counsel
           been
           ?
        
         
         
           Though
           unto
           me
           you
           hate
           to
           tell
           your
           mind
           .
        
         
           Juno
           (
           said
           Jove
           )
           you
           must
           not
           hope
           to
           hear
        
         
           All
           whatsoere
           it
           be
           ,
           I
           have
           design'd
           .
        
         
           But
           what
           I
           mean
           shall
           come
           unto
           the
           ear
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           Gods
           ,
           you
           first
           of
           all
           shall
           know
           .
        
         
           But
           what
           from
           all
           together
           I
           shall
           hide
        
         
           Ask
           me
           no
           more
           ,
           I
           will
           not
           tell
           you
           ,
           though
        
         
           My
           Wife
           you
           be
           .
           Juno
           then
           thus
           reply'd
           .
        
         
           Harsh
           Chronides
           ,
           what
           words
           of
           yours
           are
           these
           !
        
         
           To
           ask
           you
           questions
           I
           'le
           henceforth
           forbear
           ,
        
         
           And
           quietly
           let
           you
           do
           what
           you
           please
           .
        
         
           But
           one
           thing
           I
           must
           tell
           you
           that
           I
           fear
           .
        
         
           Thetis
           I
           fear
           has
           gotten
           your
           consent
           ,
        
         
           For
           her
           Sons
           sake
           the
           Argives
           to
           oppress
           .
        
         
           Suspect
           you
           can
           (
           said
           Jove
           )
           but
           not
           prevent
           ,
        
         
           Which
           doth
           but
           give
           me
           cause
           to
           love
           you
           less
           .
        
         
           Though
           it
           be
           true
           ,
           't
           was
           I
           would
           have
           it
           so
           .
        
         
           Therefore
           sit
           still
           and
           do
           as
           I
           would
           have
           you
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           when
           my
           mighty
           hands
           about
           you
           go
           ,
        
         
           Not
           all
           the
           other
           Gods
           in
           Heav'n
           shall
           save
           you
           .
        
         
           Then
           Juno
           silent
           sat
           with
           grief
           and
           fear
           ;
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           Gods
           i'
           th'
           House
           of
           Jove
           did
           grieve
           .
        
         
           But
           Vulcan
           the
           renown'd
           Artificer
        
         
           Stood
           up
           his
           Mother
           Juno
           to
           relieve
           .
        
         
           O
           what
           will
           this
           come
           to
           at
           last
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           If
           you
           for
           mortals
           thus
           shall
           be
           at
           odds
           !
        
         
           The
           tumult
           than
           the
           chear
           will
           greater
           be
           .
        
         
           What
           pleasure
           can
           be
           this
           unto
           the
           Gods
           ?
        
         
           And
           though
           my
           Mother
           wiser
           be
           than
           I
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           thus
           much
           I
           'll
           not
           doubt
           her
           to
           advise
           ,
        
         
           That
           with
           my
           Fathers
           Will
           she
           would
           comply
           ,
        
         
           That
           no
           such
           quarrel
           may
           hereafter
           rise
           .
        
         
           For
           by
           the
           roots
           he
           can
           the
           World
           pluck
           up
           .
        
         
           Therefore
           I
           pray
           you
           Mother
           speak
           him
           fair
           ;
        
         
           He
           'll
           soon
           be
           pleas'd
           .
           Then
           filled
           he
           a
           Cup
        
         
           Of
           Nectar
           sweet
           ,
           and
           bore
           it
           to
           her
           Chair
           ;
        
         
           A●d
           to
           her
           said
           ,
           Mother
           ,
           I
           pray
           you
           hold
           ,
        
         
           And
           do
           no
           more
           my
           Fathers
           choler
           move
           .
        
         
           I●
           you
           be
           beaten
           I
           shall
           but
           behold
           ,
        
         
           And
           grieve
           I
           am
           not
           strong
           enough
           for
           Jove
           .
        
         
         
           ●
           would
           have
           helpt
           you
           once
           ,
           when
           by
           the
           foot
        
         
           He
           threw
           me
           down
           to
           Lemnos
           from
           the
           skie
           .
        
         
           ●ll
           the
           day
           long
           I
           was
           a
           falling
           to
           't
           ,
        
         
           Where
           more
           than
           half
           dead
           taken
           up
           was
           I.
        
         
           ●nd
           there
           by
           th'
           Sincians
           I
           was
           taken
           up
           .
        
         
           When
           Vulcan
           had
           his
           History
           told
           out
           ,
        
         
           ●is
           Mother
           on
           him
           smil'd
           ,
           and
           took
           the
           Cup
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Gods
           he
           Nectar
           bore
           about
           .
        
         
           ●nd
           then
           the
           Gods
           laught
           all
           at
           once
           outright
        
         
           To
           see
           the
           lame
           and
           sooty
           Vulcan
           skink
           .
        
         
           ●nd
           all
           the
           day
           from
           morning
           unto
           night
        
         
           Ambrosia
           they
           eat
           ,
           and
           Nectar
           drink
           .
        
         
           ●pollo
           played
           ,
           and
           alternately
        
         
           The
           Muses
           to
           him
           sung
           .
           When
           night
           was
           come
           ,
        
         
           ●hen
           gently
           Sleep
           sollicited
           each
           eye
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           his
           house
           each
           God
           departed
           home
           .
        
         
           ●nd
           Jupiter
           went
           up
           unto
           the
           bed
        
         
           Where
           he
           at
           other
           times
           was
           wont
           to
           lye
        
         
           When
           sleep
           came
           on
           him
           ,
           and
           laid
           down
           his
           head
        
         
           To
           take
           repose
           ;
           and
           Juno
           lay
           him
           by
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           II.
           
        
         
           
             THe
             Gods
             ,
             and
             Princes
             of
             the
             Argive
             Hoast
          
           
             Slept
             all
             night
             long
             .
             Jove
             only
             waking
             lay
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             projects
             in
             his
             mind
             he
             tost
             ,
          
           
             To
             grace
             Achilles
             ,
             and
             the
             Greeks
             annoy
             .
          
           
             At
             last
             a
             Dream
             he
             call'd
             .
             False
             Dream
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             Go
             ,
             hye
             to
             Agamemnons
             Tent
             ,
             and
             say
             ,
          
           
             Distinctly
             as
             you
             bidden
             are
             by
             me
             .
          
           
             Bid
             him
             bring
             up
             his
             Army
             now
             to
             Troy
             ;
          
           
             For
             now
             the
             time
             is
             come
             he
             shall
             it
             take
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             no
             more
             thereon
             deliberate
             ,
          
           
             But
             all
             consented
             have
             for
             
             Juno's
             sake
             ,
          
           
             No
             longer
             to
             delay
             the
             Trojan
             Fate
             .
          
           
             Then
             with
             his
             errand
             went
             the
             Dream
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             quickly
             was
             at
             Agamemnons
             Tent.
          
           
             And
             finding
             him
             as
             fast
             asleep
             he
             lay
             ,
          
           
             Up
             presently
             unto
             his
             head
             he
             went.
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             shape
             of
             Nestor
             to
             him
             spake
             .
          
           
             Sleep
             you
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             Atrides
             ?
             'T
             is
             not
             fit
          
           
             For
             him
             from
             whom
             the
             people
             counsel
             take
             ,
          
           
             That
             sleep
             all
             night
             upon
             his
             eyes
             should
             sit
             .
          
           
             But
             Jove
             looks
             to
             you
             .
             Listen
             then
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             For
             't
             is
             from
             Jove
             that
             I
             am
             to
             you
             come
             .
          
           
             He
             bids
             you
             lead
             the
             Army
             presently
          
           
             Up
             every
             man
             to
             th'
             Walls
             of
             Ilium
             .
          
           
             For
             now
             the
             time
             is
             come
             you
             shall
             it
             take
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             no
             more
             thereon
             deliberate
             .
          
           
             But
             all
             consented
             have
             for
             
             Juno's
             sake
             ,
          
           
             No
             longer
             to
             delay
             the
             Trojan
             Fate
             .
          
           
             And
             therefore
             when
             you
             wake
             forget
             it
             not
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Dream
             departed
             .
             And
             the
             King
          
           
             Believ'd
             it
             as
             an
             Oracle
             ,
             and
             thought
          
           
             To
             take
             Troy
             now
             as
             sure
             as
             any
             thing
             ;
          
           
           
             Vain
             man
             presuming
             from
             a
             Dream
             
             Jove's
             will
             ,
          
           
             Who
             meant
             to
             th'
             Greeks
             and
             Trojans
             yet
             much
             wo
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             their
             carcasses
             the
             field
             to
             fill
          
           
             Before
             the
             Greeks
             should
             back
             to
             Argos
             go
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             awak't
             ,
             and
             sat
             upon
             his
             Bed
             ,
          
           
             Puts
             on
             his
             Coat
             and
             a
             great
             Cloak
             upon
             ,
          
           
             Handsome
             and
             new
             ;
             his
             Dream
             still
             in
             his
             head
             ;
          
           
             And
             then
             his
             Silver-studded
             Sword
             puts
             on
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             he
             took
             his
             Scepter
             in
             his
             hand
          
           
             Which
             formerly
             his
             Ancestors
             had
             born
             ,
          
           
             And
             went
             to
             th'
             Ships
             whereof
             he
             had
             command
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Gods
             with
             light
             then
             came
             the
             Morn
             .
          
           
             Then
             Agamemnon
             bids
             to
             Counsel
             call
             .
          
           
             The
             Cryers
             call'd
             ,
             the
             Greeks
             together
             went.
          
           
             But
             first
             he
             had
             with
             the
             old
             Captains
             all
          
           
             Consulted
             what
             to
             do
             at
             Nestors
             Tent
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             he
             dream'd
             that
             one
             like
             Nestor
             spake
          
           
             To
             him
             and
             said
             ,
             Atrides
             't
             is
             not
             fit
          
           
             For
             one
             of
             whom
             the
             People
             Counsel
             take
          
           
             That
             sleep
             upon
             his
             eyes
             all
             night
             should
             sit
             .
          
           
             But
             Jove
             secures
             you
             .
             Listen
             then
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             For
             't
             is
             from
             him
             that
             I
             unto
             you
             come
             .
          
           
             He
             bids
             you
             lead
             the
             Army
             presently
          
           
             Up
             every
             man
             to
             th'
             Walls
             of
             Ilium
             .
          
           
             For
             now
             the
             time
             is
             come
             you
             shall
             it
             take
             .
          
           
             The
             Gods
             thereon
             no
             more
             deliberate
             ,
          
           
             But
             all
             consented
             have
             for
             
             Juno's
             sake
             ,
          
           
             No
             longer
             to
             delay
             the
             Trojan
             Fate
             .
          
           
             And
             therefore
             when
             you
             wake
             forget
             it
             not
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Dream
             went
             off
             again
             ,
             and
             I
          
           
             How
             to
             th'
             assault
             the
             Army
             may
             be
             brought
             ▪
          
           
             As
             far
             as
             we
             can
             safely
             fain
             would
             try
             .
          
           
             I
             'le
             first
             give
             them
             advice
             to
             go
             away
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             there
             were
             no
             hope
             to
             gain
             the
             Town●
          
           
             But
             you
             must
             then
             be
             sure
             to
             make
             them
             stay
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             King
             Agamemnon
             sate
             him
             down
             ,
          
           
             And
             Nestor
             rose
             .
             Captains
             of
             th'
             Hoast
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             This
             Dream
             had
             it
             been
             told
             b'
             another
             man
             ,
          
           
             Feigned
             and
             foolish
             would
             have
             seem'd
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             But
             since
             the
             King
             is
             th'
             Author
             (
             if
             we
             〈◊〉
             )
          
           
           
             Let
             us
             perswade
             the
             people
             to
             take
             Arms.
          
           
             And
             having
             said
             ,
             began
             to
             lead
             away
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             the
             People
             coming
             were
             in
             swarms
             .
          
           
             For
             as
             the
             Bees
             in
             a
             fair
             Summers
             day
          
           
             Come
             out
             in
             clusters
             from
             the
             hollow
             rock
             ,
          
           
             And
             light
             upon
             the
             flow'rs
             that
             honey
             yield
             ;
          
           
             So
             to
             th'
             Assembly
             did
             the
             People
             flock
             ,
          
           
             And
             bristling
             stood
             with
             expectation
             fill'd
          
           
             When
             they
             sat
             down
             ,
             it
             made
             the
             ground
             to
             sigh
             .
          
           
             The
             Lords
             nine
             Cryers
             then
             amongst
             them
             sent
          
           
             To
             make
             them
             silent
             ,
             or
             to
             drown
             their
             cry
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             press
             their
             chairs
             to
             defend
             .
          
           
             With
             much
             ado
             at
             last
             they
             silent
             were
             .
          
           
             Then
             Agamemnon
             took
             into
             his
             hand
          
           
             His
             Scepter
             (
             which
             was
             made
             by
             Mulciber
          
           
             For
             Jove
             to
             carry
             when
             he
             did
             command
             .
          
           
             Jove
             gave
             it
             afterward
             to
             Mercury
             ;
          
           
             And
             Mercury
             to
             Pelops
             gave
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             From
             Pelops
             it
             went
             down
             successively
          
           
             To
             Atreus
             ,
             and
             to
             Thyestes
             came
             .
          
           
             From
             him
             it
             came
             to
             Agamemnons
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Who
             many
             Islands
             and
             all
             Argos
             sway'd
             .
             )
          
           
             And
             leaning
             now
             upon
             it
             with
             his
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Princes
             of
             the
             Army
             said
             .
          
           
             Servants
             of
             Mars
             ,
             Commanders
             of
             the
             Greeks
             ,
          
           
             O
             what
             great
             trouble
             Jove
             involves
             me
             in
             !
          
           
             Disgracefully
             to
             send
             me
             home
             he
             seeks
             ,
          
           
             Although
             he
             told
             me
             I
             the
             Town
             should
             win
             ,
          
           
             And
             now
             (
             when
             I
             have
             lost
             so
             many
             men
             )
          
           
             It
             seems
             to
             play
             with
             men
             he
             takes
             delight
             .
          
           
             What
             Towns
             has
             he
             destroy'd
             ,
             and
             will
             agen
          
           
             Destroy
             still
             more
             to
             exercise
             his
             might
             ?
          
           
             For
             both
             to
             us
             and
             our
             posterity
          
           
             'T
             will
             be
             a
             great
             disgrace
             to
             go
             to
             Troy
             ▪
          
           
             With
             so
             great
             multitudes
             ,
             and
             baffled
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             nothing
             done
             again
             to
             come
             away
             .
          
           
             If
             we
             and
             they
             should
             on
             a
             Truce
             agree
             ,
          
           
             And
             one
             by
             one
             they
             muster
             up
             their
             men
             ;
          
           
             And
             we
             should
             count
             how
             many
             t●ns
             we
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             one
             Trojan
             fill
             out
             wine
             for
             ten
             ,
          
           
           
             Many
             a
             Ten
             would
             want
             a
             man
             to
             skink
             .
          
           
             So
             much
             in
             number
             we
             the
             Town
             exceed
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             upon
             their
             many
             A●ds
             I
             think
             ,
          
           
             I
             wonder
             less
             that
             we
             no
             better
             speed
             .
          
           
             Nine
             Years
             are
             gone
             ;
             our
             Cordage
             spoil'd
             with
             rain
             ;
          
           
             Our
             Ships
             are
             rotted
             ,
             and
             our
             wives
             at
             home
             ,
          
           
             And
             Children
             dear
             expect
             us
             back
             again
             .
          
           
             Nor
             know
             we
             of
             the
             War
             what
             will
             become
             .
          
           
             Come
             then
             and
             all●agree
             on
             what
             I
             say
             ,
          
           
             Let
             's
             put
             to
             Sea
             ,
             and
             back
             t'
             Achaea
             flie
             .
          
           
             We
             shall
             not
             win
             the
             Town
             although
             we
             stay
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Army
             with
             applauses
             high
          
           
             Consented
             all
             (
             save
             those
             that
             had
             been
             by
          
           
             In
             Counsel
             of
             the
             Princes
             of
             Achaea
             )
          
           
             And
             moved
             were
             like
             to
             the
             billows
             high
          
           
             That
             rolled
             are
             by
             some
             great
             Wind
             at
             Sea.
          
           
             Or
             as
             ,
             when
             in
             a
             field
             of
             well-grown
             Wheat
             .
          
           
             The
             Ears
             encline
             by
             a
             sharp
             wind
             opprest
             ;
          
           
             So
             bow'd
             the
             heads
             in
             this
             Assembly
             great
          
           
             When
             their
             consent
             they
             to
             the
             King
             exprest
             .
          
           
             Then
             going
             to
             the
             Ships
             cry'd
             
               Ha
               la
               la.
            
          
           
             Great
             dust
             they
             raised
             ,
             and
             encouraged
          
           
             Each
             other
             to
             the
             Sea
             his
             Ship
             to
             draw
             ,
          
           
             And
             cleans'd
             the
             way
             to
             th'
             water
             from
             each
             bed
             ;
          
           
             And
             streight
             unpropt
             their
             Ships
             ;
             and
             to
             the
             skie
          
           
             Went
             up
             the
             noise
             .
             Then
             Juno
             sent
             away
          
           
             
               Pallas
               .
               Pallas
            
             (
             quoth
             she
             )
             the
             Greeks
             will
             flie
             ,
          
           
             And
             Helen
             leave
             behind
             ,
             for
             whom
             at
             Troy
          
           
             So
             many
             of
             the
             Greeks
             their
             lives
             have
             lost
             ,
          
           
             And
             stay'd
             so
             long
             in
             vain
             before
             the
             Town
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             will
             Priam
             and
             the
             Trojans
             boast
             ,
          
           
             Unless
             you
             quickly
             to
             the
             Ships
             go
             down
             .
          
           
             Go
             qu●ckly
             then
             ,
             try
             if
             you
             can
             prevail
             ,
          
           
             With
             hopeful
             words
             to
             stay
             them
             yet
             ashore
             ,
          
           
             And
             take
             away
             their
             sudden
             list
             to
             sail
             ▪
          
           
             And
             let
             the
             Ships
             lye
             as
             they
             did
             before
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             Goddess
             leapt
             down
             to
             the
             ground
             ,
          
           
             From
             high
             Olympus
             ,
             and
             stood
             on
             the
             sand
          
           
             Where
             lay
             the
             
               Greeks
               .
               Ulysses
            
             there
             she
             found
          
           
             Angry
             to
             see
             the
             people
             go
             from
             Land.
          
           
           
             Ulysses
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
             do
             you
             mean
             to
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             here
             leave
             Helen
             after
             so
             much
             cost
          
           
             Of
             time
             and
             blood
             ,
             and
             shew
             your
             vanity
             ;
          
           
             And
             leave
             the
             Trojans
             of
             their
             Rape
             to
             boast
             ?
          
           
             Speak
             to
             each
             one
             ,
             try
             if
             you
             can
             prevail
          
           
             With
             hopeful
             words
             to
             stay
             them
             on
             the
             shore
             ,
          
           
             And
             take
             away
             this
             sudden
             list
             to
             sail
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             the
             Ships
             lye
             where
             they
             lay
             before
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             then
             ran
             t'
             Agamemnons
             Tent
             ,
          
           
             And
             took
             his
             staff
             (
             the
             mark
             of
             chief
             command
             )
          
           
             And
             laying
             by
             his
             Cloak
             to
             th'
             Ships
             he
             went
          
           
             Amongst
             th'
             Acheans
             with
             that
             staff
             in
             's
             hand
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             met
             with
             any
             Prince
             or
             Peer
             ,
          
           
             He
             gently
             said
             ,
             Fear
             does
             not
             you
             become
             .
          
           
             You
             should
             not
             only
             you
             your self
             stay
             here
             ,
          
           
             But
             also
             others
             keep
             from
             flying
             home
             .
          
           
             Atrides
             now
             did
             but
             the
             Argives
             try
             ,
          
           
             And
             those
             he
             see●
             most
             forward
             to
             be
             gone
          
           
             Shall
             find
             perhaps
             least
             favour
             in
             his
             eye
             .
          
           
             For
             of
             the
             Secret
             Counsel
             you
             were
             none
             .
          
           
             Deep
             rooted
             is
             the
             Anger
             of
             a
             King
             ,
          
           
             To
             whom
             high
             Jove
             committed
             has
             the
             Law
             ,
          
           
             And
             Justice
             left
             to
             his
             distributing
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             a
             common
             man
             he
             bawling
             saw
             ,
          
           
             He
             bang'd
             him
             with
             his
             staff
             ,
             and
             roughly
             spake
             .
          
           
             Be
             silent
             ,
             and
             hear
             what
             your
             betters
             say
             .
          
           
             For
             who
             of
             you
             doth
             any
             notice
             take
          
           
             In
             Counsel
             or
             in
             Martial
             Array
             ?
          
           
             Let
             one
             be
             King
             (
             we
             cannot
             all
             be
             Kings
             )
          
           
             To
             whom
             Jove
             gave
             the
             Scepter
             and
             the
             Laws
          
           
             To
             rule
             for
             him
             .
             Thus
             he
             the
             people
             brings
          
           
             Off
             from
             their
             purpose
             ,
             and
             to
             counsel
             draws
             .
          
           
             Then
             to
             th'
             Assembly
             back
             again
             they
             pass'd
             ,
          
           
             With
             noise
             like
             that
             the
             Sea
             makes
             when
             it
             breaks
          
           
             Against
             the
             Shore
             ,
             and
             quiet
             were
             at
             last
             .
          
           
             Thersites
             only
             standeth
             up
             and
             speaks
             .
          
           
             One
             that
             to
             little
             purpose
             could
             say
             much
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             he
             thought
             would
             make
             men
             laugh
             ,
             would
             say
             .
          
           
             And
             for
             an
             ugly
             fellow
             none
             was
             such
          
           
             'Mongst
             all
             the
             Argives
             that
             besieged
             Troy.
          
           
           
             Lame
             of
             one
             leg
             he
             was
             ;
             and
             lookt
             asquint
             ;
          
           
             His
             shoulders
             at
             his
             breast
             together
             came
             ;
          
           
             His
             head
             went
             tapering
             up
             into
             a
             point
             ,
          
           
             With
             stragling
             and
             short
             hair
             upon
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             and
             Achilles
             most
             him
             ha●ed
             ,
          
           
             For
             these
             two
             Princes
             he
             us'd
             most
             to
             chide
             ;
          
           
             And
             Agamemnon
             now
             aloud
             he
             rated
             ,
          
           
             And
             thereby
             anger'd
             all
             the
             Greeks
             beside
             .
          
           
             What
             is
             't
             Atrides
             (
             said
             he
             )
             stays
             you
             here
             ?
          
           
             Your
             Tent
             is
             full
             of
             Brass
             ;
             Women
             you
             have
          
           
             The
             best
             of
             all
             that
             by
             us
             taken
             were
             ,
          
           
             For
             alwaies
             unto
             you
             the
             choice
             we
             gave
             .
          
           
             Or
             look
             you
             for
             more
             Gold
             that
             yet
             may
             come
          
           
             For
             ransome
             of
             some
             prisoner
             whom
             I
          
           
             Or
             other
             Greek
             shall
             take
             at
             Ilium
             ,
          
           
             Or
             for
             some
             young
             maid
             to
             keep
             privately
             ?
          
           
             But
             Kings
             ought
             not
             their
             private
             ease
             to
             buy
          
           
             With
             publick
             danger
             and
             a
             common
             woe
             .
          
           
             Come
             women
             of
             Achaia
             ,
             let
             us
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             let
             him
             spend
             his
             gettings
             on
             the
             Foe
             .
          
           
             For
             then
             how
             much
             we
             help
             him
             he
             will
             know
             ,
          
           
             That
             has
             a
             better
             than
             himself
             disgrac'd
             .
          
           
             But
             that
             Achilles
             is
             to
             anger
             slow
             ,
          
           
             That
             injury
             of
             his
             had
             been
             his
             last
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             Ulysses
             straightway
             to
             him
             went
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             sour
             look
             ,
             and
             bitter
             language
             said
             ,
          
           
             Prater
             ,
             that
             to
             thy self
             seems
             eloquent
             ,
          
           
             How
             darest
             thou
             alone
             the
             King
             t'
             upbraid
             ?
          
           
             A
             greater
             Coward
             than
             thou
             art
             there
             's
             none
          
           
             'Mongst
             all
             the
             Greeks
             that
             came
             with
             us
             to
             Troy.
          
           
             Else
             'gainst
             the
             King
             thy
             tongue
             would
             not
             so
             run
             .
          
           
             Thou
             seek'st
             but
             an
             excuse
             to
             run
             away
             .
          
           
             Because
             we
             know
             not
             how
             we
             shall
             come
             off
          
           
             As
             yet
             from
             Troy
             ,
             must
             you
             the
             King
             upbraid
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             the
             Princes
             of
             the
             Army
             scoff
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             they
             too
             much
             honour
             to
             him
             paid
             ?
          
           
             But
             I
             will
             tell
             you
             one
             thing
             ,
             and
             will
             do
             't
             .
          
           
             If
             here
             again
             I
             find
             you
             fooling
             thus
             ,
          
           
             Then
             from
             my
             Shoulders
             let
             my
             Head
             be
             cut
             ,
          
           
             Or
             let
             me
             loose
             my
             Son
             Telemachus
             ,
          
           
           
             If
             I
             not
             strip
             you
             naked
             to
             the
             skin
             ,
          
           
             And
             send
             you
             soundly
             beaten
             to
             the
             Ships
          
           
             With
             many
             stripes
             and
             ugly
             to
             be
             seen
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             basted
             him
             both
             back
             and
             hips
             .
          
           
             Thersites
             shrug'd
             ,
             and
             wept
             ,
             sat
             down
             ,
             and
             had
          
           
             His
             shoulders
             black
             and
             blew
             ,
             dy'd
             by
             the
             staff
             .
          
           
             Look'd
             scurvily
             .
             The
             people
             that
             were
             sad
          
           
             But
             just
             before
             ,
             now
             could
             not
             chuse
             but
             laugh
             .
          
           
             And
             ,
             Oh
             said
             one
             t'another
             standing
             near
             ;
          
           
             Ulysses
             many
             handsome
             thing
             has
             done
             ,
          
           
             When
             we
             in
             Councel
             or
             in
             Battle
             were
             ,
          
           
             A
             better
             deed
             than
             this
             is
             he
             did
             none
             ,
          
           
             That
             has
             so
             silenced
             this
             railing
             knave
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             peevish
             humour
             stay'd
             the
             flood
             ,
          
           
             As
             he
             no
             more
             will
             dare
             the
             King
             to
             brave
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             to
             speak
             Ulysses
             ready
             stood
             .
          
           
             Where
             Pallas
             like
             a
             Crier
             did
             appear
             ,
          
           
             And
             standing
             by
             him
             silence
             did
             command
             ,
          
           
             That
             also
             they
             that
             sat
             far
             off
             might
             hear
             .
          
           
             Then
             spake
             he
             ,
             with
             the
             Scepter
             in
             his
             hand
             .
          
           
             The
             people
             ,
             O
             Atrides
             ,
             go
             about
          
           
             To
             put
             you
             on
             an
             act
             will
             be
             your
             shame
             ,
          
           
             Forgetting
             what
             they
             promis'd
             setting
             out
             ,
          
           
             Not
             to
             return
             till
             Troy
             they
             overcame
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             like
             Widow-women
             they
             complain
             ,
          
           
             Or
             little
             Children
             longing
             to
             go
             home
             .
          
           
             To
             be
             from
             home
             a
             month
             ,
             it
             is
             a
             pain
          
           
             To
             them
             that
             to
             their
             loving
             Wives
             would
             come
             .
          
           
             To
             Sea
             they
             'ld
             go
             though
             certain
             to
             be
             tost
          
           
             By
             many
             a
             sturdy
             wind
             upon
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             But
             they
             have
             now
             lyen
             here
             Nine
             Years
             almost
             ;
          
           
             I
             cannot
             therefore
             say
             they
             are
             to
             blame
             .
          
           
             But
             certainly
             after
             so
             long
             a
             stay
          
           
             'T
             is
             very
             shameful
             empty
             back
             to
             go
             .
          
           
             Let
             us
             at
             least
             abide
             till
             know
             we
             may
          
           
             Whether
             what
             Chalchas
             said
             be
             true
             or
             no.
          
           
             For
             this
             we
             all
             know
             and
             are
             witnesses
          
           
             (
             Excepting
             only
             those
             that
             since
             are
             dead
             )
          
           
             When
             we
             from
             Aulis
             went
             to
             pass
             the
             Seas
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             contrary
             winds
             were
             hindered
             ,
          
           
           
             That
             there
             we
             to
             the
             Gods
             did
             sacrifice
          
           
             Upon
             an
             Altar
             close
             unto
             a
             Spring
             ,
          
           
             That
             of
             a
             
             Plane-tree
             at
             the
             root
             did
             rise
             ;
          
           
             And
             how
             we
             saw
             there
             a
             prodigious
             thing
             .
          
           
             A
             mighty
             Serpent
             with
             a
             back
             blood-red
          
           
             From
             out
             the
             Spring
             glided
             up
             to
             the
             Tree
             ,
          
           
             The
             boughs
             whereof
             were
             ev'ry
             way
             far
             spread
             .
          
           
             On
             th'
             utmost
             chanc'd
             a
             Sparrows
             nest
             to
             be
             .
          
           
             Young
             ones
             were
             in
             it
             eight
             ,
             with
             th'
             old
             one
             nine
             ;
          
           
             The
             old
             one
             near
             the
             Nest
             stay'd
             fluttering
             ,
          
           
             And
             grievously
             the
             while
             did
             cry
             and
             whine
             .
          
           
             At
             last
             the
             Serpent
             catcht
             her
             by
             the
             wing
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             the
             Serpent
             had
             devour'd
             all
             nine
             ,
          
           
             He
             presently
             was
             turn'd
             into
             a
             stone
             ;
          
           
             That
             we
             might
             see
             from
             Jove
             it
             was
             a
             Signe
          
           
             Of
             what
             should
             afterward
             at
             Troy
             be
             done
             .
          
           
             We
             were
             amaz'd
             so
             strange
             a
             thing
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             Till
             Chalchas
             rose
             and
             did
             the
             same
             explain
             .
          
           
             This
             is
             a
             certain
             Sign
             from
             Jove
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             intends
             to
             do
             the
             like
             again
             .
          
           
             For
             as
             the
             Snake
             devour'd
             nine
             birds
             in
             all
             ;
          
           
             So
             nine
             years
             long
             we
             shall
             make
             war
             at
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             And
             after
             nine
             years
             Ilium
             shall
             fall
             .
          
           
             But
             in
             the
             tenth
             year
             we
             shall
             come
             away
             .
          
           
             This
             then
             said
             Chalchas
             ;
             and
             all
             hitherto
          
           
             Is
             come
             to
             pass
             .
             Therefore
             Achaeans
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Since
             nothing
             here
             remaineth
             now
             to
             do
             ,
          
           
             But
             overcoming
             the
             old
             Town
             of
             Troy.
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             people
             made
             a
             mighty
             noise
          
           
             (
             Which
             bounding
             from
             the
             Ships
             was
             twice
             as
             great
             )
          
           
             Sounding
             of
             nothing
             but
             Ulysses
             praise
             .
          
           
             And
             up
             then
             rose
             old
             Nestor
             from
             his
             Seat.
          
           
             Fie
             ,
             Fie
             ,
             (
             said
             he
             )
             why
             sit
             we
             talking
             here
             ?
          
           
             VVhere
             are
             your
             Promises
             ,
             and
             whither
             gone
          
           
             Our
             Oaths
             and
             Vows
             ?
             To
             what
             end
             did
             we
             swear
             ?
          
           
             VVhere
             be
             the
             hands
             that
             we
             rely'd
             upon
             ?
          
           
             VVhat
             good
             will
             't
             do
             to
             sit
             upon
             the
             Shore
             ,
          
           
             How
             long
             soever
             be
             our
             time
             to
             stay
             ?
          
           
             Hold
             fast
             ,
             Atrides
             ,
             as
             you
             did
             before
          
           
             The
             power
             you
             have
             ;
             and
             lead
             us
             up
             to
             Troy.
          
           
           
             A
             man
             or
             two
             you
             safely
             may
             neglect
             ,
          
           
             Though
             they
             dissent
             and
             secret
             counsel
             take
             .
          
           
             For
             they
             'l
             be
             able
             nothing
             to
             effect
             ,
          
           
             Before
             to
             Argos
             our
             retreat
             we
             make
             ,
          
           
             And
             know
             if
             Jove
             have
             spoken
             true
             or
             no.
          
           
             For
             when
             we
             went
             aboard
             to
             go
             for
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             Jove
             light'ned
             to
             the
             right
             hand
             ,
             which
             all
             know
          
           
             A
             sign
             of
             granting
             is
             for
             what
             we
             pray
             .
          
           
             Let
             none
             of
             you
             long
             therefore
             to
             be
             gone
             ,
          
           
             Till
             of
             some
             Trojans
             wife
             he
             hath
             his
             will
             ,
          
           
             And
             ta'ne
             a
             not
             unfit
             revenge
             upon
          
           
             The
             Trojans
             that
             have
             Helen
             us'd
             as
             ill
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             that
             for
             all
             this
             is
             fiercely
             bent
          
           
             On
             going
             home
             ,
             and
             thinks
             that
             counsel
             best
             ,
          
           
             And
             laies
             hand
             on
             his
             Ship
             ,
             let
             him
             be
             sent
          
           
             Down
             into
             Erebus
             before
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             But
             you
             ,
             O
             King
             ,
             think
             well
             ,
             and
             take
             advice
          
           
             First
             into
             Tribes
             the
             Army
             to
             divide
             ,
          
           
             And
             Tribes
             again
             into
             Fraternities
             ,
          
           
             That
             Tribe
             may
             Tribe
             ,
             and
             Fellow
             Fellow
             aid
             .
          
           
             The
             Leaders
             and
             the
             Souldiers
             then
             you
             'll
             know
          
           
             Which
             of
             them
             merits
             praise
             ,
             and
             which
             is
             naught
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             the
             Town
             you
             do
             not
             overthrow
             ,
          
           
             VVhether
             on
             us
             or
             Jove
             to
             lay
             the
             fault
             .
          
           
             To
             this
             Atrides
             answer
             made
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             O
             Nestor
             ,
             Father
             ,
             you
             exceed
             all
             men
          
           
             In
             giving
             Counsel
             .
             VVould
             the
             Gods
             me
             aid
          
           
             VVith
             Counsellors
             such
             as
             you
             are
             but
             ten
             ,
          
           
             The
             Town
             of
             Priam
             we
             should
             quickly
             win
             .
          
           
             Nor
             had
             we
             now
             so
             long
             about
             it
             staid
             ,
          
           
             If
             Jupiter
             had
             not
             engag'd
             me
             in
          
           
             A
             quarrel
             with
             Achilles
             for
             a
             Maid
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             we
             come
             but
             once
             more
             to
             agree
             ,
          
           
             The
             evil
             day
             from
             Troy
             will
             not
             be
             far
             .
          
           
             Now
             take
             your
             food
             that
             we
             may
             ready
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             able
             to
             endure
             the
             toil
             of
             war.
          
           
             Let
             ev'ry
             man
             now
             sharpen
             well
             his
             Spear
             ,
          
           
             His
             Buckler
             mend
             ,
             and
             give
             his
             Horses
             meat
             ,
          
           
             And
             look
             well
             to
             his
             Chariot
             every
             where
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             may
             fight
             all
             day
             without
             retreat
             .
          
           
           
             For
             we
             shall
             fight
             I
             doubt
             not
             all
             day
             long
             ,
          
           
             And
             never
             cease
             as
             long
             as
             we
             can
             see
             .
          
           
             Of
             many
             a
             Shield
             sweaty
             will
             be
             the
             Thong
             ,
          
           
             And
             Spear
             upon
             the
             hand
             lye
             heavily
             ;
          
           
             And
             many
             Horses
             at
             the
             Charret
             sweat
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             that
             willingly
             to
             avoid
             the
             fight
          
           
             Shall
             stay
             behind
             ,
             or
             to
             the
             Ships
             retreat
             ,
          
           
             His
             body
             shall
             be
             food
             for
             Dog
             and
             Kite
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             People
             pleas'd
             with
             what
             was
             spoken
             ,
          
           
             Approv'd
             the
             same
             with
             Shouts
             ,
             as
             loud
             as
             when
          
           
             Betwixt
             great
             waves
             and
             rocks
             the
             Sea
             is
             broken
             .
          
           
             Then
             from
             the
             Assembly
             they
             return
             agen
             .
          
           
             And
             at
             their
             Ships
             they
             sacrifice
             and
             pray
          
           
             Each
             one
             to
             th'
             God
             in
             whom
             he
             trusted
             most
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             might
             by
             his
             favour
             come
             away
          
           
             Alive
             ,
             with
             whole
             Limbs
             from
             the
             Trojan
             Hoast
             .
          
           
             But
             Agamemnon
             sacrific'd
             a
             Steer
          
           
             To
             Jove
             ,
             of
             five
             years
             old
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             Feast
          
           
             Call'd
             such
             as
             in
             the
             Army
             Princes
             were
             ,
          
           
             Or
             held
             to
             be
             for
             Chivalry
             the
             best
             ,
          
           
             
               Nestor
               ,
               Idomeneus
            
             ,
             two
             Ajaces
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             Son
             of
             
               Tydeus
               Diomed
            
             ,
          
           
             The
             sixth
             
               Ulysses
               Laertiades
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             Menelaus
             thither
             came
             unbid
             .
          
           
             For
             well
             he
             knew
             his
             brother
             would
             be
             sad
             .
          
           
             About
             the
             Victim
             then
             the
             Assembly
             stands
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             their
             hands
             they
             Salt
             and
             Barley
             had
             .
          
           
             Then
             pray'd
             Atrides
             holding
             up
             his
             hands
             ;
          
           
             Great
             ,
             glorious
             Jove
             ,
             that
             dwellest
             in
             the
             Sky
             ,
          
           
             O
             let
             not
             Phoebus
             carry
             hence
             the
             day
          
           
             Till
             
             Priam's
             Palace
             proud
             in
             ashes
             lye
             ,
          
           
             And
             Hector
             sprawling
             in
             the
             dust
             of
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             Trojans
             with
             him
             .
             So
             pray'd
             he
             .
          
           
             And
             Jove
             was
             with
             his
             Sacrifice
             content
             .
          
           
             But
             unto
             all
             his
             Pray'r
             did
             not
             agree
             ,
          
           
             Intending
             still
             his
             labour
             to
             augment
             .
          
           
             When
             all
             had
             pray'd
             ,
             they
             Salt
             and
             Barley
             threw
          
           
             Upon
             the
             Victim
             which
             they
             kill'd
             and
             slay'd
             .
          
           
             But
             from
             the
             Altar
             they
             it
             first
             withdrew
             .
          
           
             The
             Thighs
             they
             slit
             ,
             and
             〈◊〉
             upon
             them
             la●d
             .
          
           
           
             And
             burnt
             them
             in
             a
             fire
             of
             cloven
             wood
             ;
          
           
             The
             Entrails
             ore
             the
             fire
             they
             broyled
             eat
             ,
          
           
             The
             rest
             they
             rost
             on
             Spits
             that
             by
             them
             stood
             ;
          
           
             And
             when
             they
             rosted
             were
             ,
             sell
             to
             their
             meat
             .
          
           
             When
             the
             desire
             of
             meat
             and
             drink
             was
             gone
             ,
          
           
             Nestor
             stood
             up
             ,
             and
             to
             Atrides
             said
             ,
          
           
             Let
             us
             no
             longer
             leave
             the
             work
             undone
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Jupiter
             himself
             has
             on
             us
             laid
             .
          
           
             Let
             's
             call
             the
             Greeks
             together
             out
             of
             hand
             ,
          
           
             That
             we
             may
             make
             them
             ready
             for
             the
             War.
          
           
             Atrides
             then
             to
             th'
             Cryers
             gave
             command
          
           
             T'
             assemble
             them
             .
             They
             soon
             assembled
             are
             .
          
           
             And
             then
             the
             Princes
             went
             into
             the
             field
             ,
          
           
             And
             them
             in
             Tribes
             and
             in
             Fraternities
          
           
             Distinguished
             .
             And
             Pallas
             with
             her
             Shield
             ,
          
           
             (
             An
             undecaying
             Shield
             and
             of
             great
             price
             ,
          
           
             Rais'd
             at
             the
             brim
             with
             orbs
             of
             beaten
             Gold
          
           
             An
             hundred
             ,
             worth
             an
             hundred
             Cows
             at
             least
             .
             )
          
           
             With
             this
             the
             Goddess
             went
             ,
             to
             make
             them
             bold
             ,
          
           
             Courage
             inspiring
             into
             ev'ry
             breast
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             their
             hearts
             are
             all
             on
             fire
             to
             sight
             ,
          
           
             And
             vanisht
             is
             the
             thought
             of
             their
             returning
             .
          
           
             And
             such
             as
             of
             a
             Mountain
             is
             the
             sight
          
           
             Upon
             whose
             top
             a
             large
             thick
             Wood
             stands
             burning
             ;
          
           
             Such
             (
             as
             they
             marching
             were
             )
             the
             splendor
             was
             ,
          
           
             And
             seemed
             to
             reach
             up
             unto
             the
             Sky
             ,
          
           
             Reflected
             from
             so
             many
             Arms
             of
             Brass
          
           
             Bright
             and
             new
             polished
             unto
             the
             eye
             .
          
           
             As
             when
             of
             many
             sorts
             the
             long-neckt
             Fowls
          
           
             Unto
             the
             large
             and
             flow'ry
             Plain
             repair
          
           
             Through
             which
             Caysters
             water
             gently
             rolls
          
           
             In
             multitudes
             high
             flying
             in
             the
             Air
             ,
          
           
             Then
             here
             and
             there
             fly
             priding
             in
             their
             wing
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             and
             by
             at
             once
             light
             on
             the
             ground
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             great
             clamour
             make
             the
             Air
             to
             ring
             ,
          
           
             And
             th'
             Earth
             whereon
             they
             settle
             to
             resound
             ;
          
           
             So
             when
             th'
             Acheans
             went
             up
             from
             the
             Fleet
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             their
             march
             were
             to
             the
             Town
             of
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             The
             Earth
             resounded
             loud
             with
             hoofs
             and
             feet
             .
          
           
             But
             at
             
             Scamander's
             flow'ry
             bank
             they
             stay
             ,
          
           
           
             In
             number
             like
             the
             flowers
             of
             the
             field
             ,
          
           
             Or
             leaves
             in
             Spring
             ,
             or
             multitude
             of
             Flies
          
           
             In
             some
             great
             Dairy
             'bout
             the
             vessels
             fill'd
             ,
          
           
             Delighted
             with
             the
             milk
             ,
             dance
             ,
             fall
             and
             rise
             .
          
           
             The
             Leaders
             then
             amongst
             them
             went
             ,
             and
             brought
          
           
             Them
             quickly
             into
             Tribes
             and
             Companies
             ,
          
           
             As
             ev'ry
             Goat
             herd
             quickly
             knows
             his
             Goat
          
           
             Whether
             it
             be
             another
             mans
             or
             his
             .
          
           
             And
             Agamemnon
             there
             amongst
             the
             rest
          
           
             Was
             eminent
             .
             Like
             Jove
             in
             head
             and
             face
             ;
          
           
             Belted
             like
             Mars
             ;
             like
             
             Neptune's
             was
             his
             breast
             .
          
           
             Such
             beauty
             Jove
             upon
             the
             man
             did
             place
             .
          
        
         
           
             NOw
             ,
             Muses
             ,
             ye
             that
             in
             Olympus
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             Goddesses
             you
             are
             ,
             and
             present
             were
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             that
             pass'd
             at
             Troy
             can
             truely
             tell
             ,
          
           
             And
             we
             can
             nothing
             know
             but
             what
             we
             hear
             .
             )
          
           
             Who
             of
             the
             Greeks
             at
             Troy
             commanded
             men
             ?
          
           
             The
             common
             Souldiers
             you
             need
             not
             name
             .
          
           
             For
             I
             should
             never
             say
             them
             ore
             agen
             ,
          
           
             Although
             I
             had
             as
             many
             tongues
             as
             Fame
             .
          
           
             Boetia
             ,
             wherein
             contained
             be
          
           
             Eteonus
             ,
             and
             Schoenus
             ,
             and
             Scolus
             ,
          
           
             Aulis
             ,
             Thespeia
             ,
             Graea
             ,
             Hyrie
             ,
          
           
             
               Harma
               ,
               Eilesius
            
             ,
             and
             Mycalessus
             ,
          
           
             Erythrae
             ,
             Elion
             ,
             Ocaliae
             ,
          
           
             Hylae
             ,
             Eutresis
             ,
             Thisbe
             ,
             Peleon
             ,
          
           
             
               Plataea
               ,
               Aliareus
            
             ,
             and
             Copae
             ,
          
           
             Coronia
             ,
             Glisse
             ,
             Thebe
             ,
             Medeon
             ,
          
           
             Onchestus
             Neptune's
             Town
             ,
             Nissa
             divine
             ,
          
           
             And
             Midias
             ,
             and
             utmost
             Anthedon
             ,
          
           
             And
             Arne
             that
             great
             plenty
             has
             of
             Wine
             .
          
           
             The
             which
             in
             all
             made
             fifty
             Ships
             .
             And
             those
          
           
             Commanded
             were
             by
             Archesilaus
             ,
          
           
             And
             Prothoenor
             and
             Peneleos
             ,
          
           
             And
             Leitus
             ,
             and
             with
             them
             Clonius
             .
          
           
             The
             Seamen
             in
             each
             one
             to
             sixscore
             rose
             .
          
           
           
             Aspledon
             and
             Orchomenus
             besides
          
           
             Did
             set
             forth
             twenty
             good
             black
             Ships
             to
             Sea.
          
           
             Ascalaphus
             and
             Ialmenus
             were
             guides
             ,
          
           
             Begot
             by
             Mars
             upon
             Aslyoche
             .
          
           
             The
             Towns
             of
             
               Phocis
               ,
               Crissa
               ,
               Panopea
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Cyparissus
               ,
               Python
            
             ,
             and
             Daulis
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             brook
             of
             
               Cephisus
               Lilaea
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             Anemoria
             ,
             and
             Hyampolis
             ,
          
           
             And
             other
             Towns
             o'
             th'
             bank
             of
             Cephisus
             ,
          
           
             Made
             ready
             forty
             good
             Ships
             for
             the
             Seas
             ,
          
           
             Ruled
             by
             Schedius
             and
             Epistraphus
          
           
             The
             Sons
             of
             
               Iphitus
               Naubolides
            
             .
          
           
             The
             Locrians
             the
             lesser
             Ajax
             led
             ,
          
           
             Of
             King
             Oileus
             the
             valiant
             Son.
          
           
             (
             For
             he
             was
             lower
             more
             than
             by
             the
             head
          
           
             Than
             th'
             other
             Ajax
             Son
             of
             Telamon
             )
          
           
             A
             linnen
             Armour
             he
             wore
             on
             his
             Breast
             .
          
           
             But
             understood
             as
             well
             to
             use
             a
             Spear
             ,
          
           
             Or
             better
             ,
             than
             could
             any
             of
             the
             rest
          
           
             That
             in
             the
             Army
             of
             th'
             Achaeans
             were
             .
          
           
             There
             went
             with
             him
             from
             Cynus
             and
             Opus
             ,
          
           
             From
             
               Bessa
               ,
               Scarphe
               ,
               Thronius
               ,
               Aygiae
               ,
            
          
           
             Tarphe
             ,
             Calliarus
             ,
             Boagrius
             ,
          
           
             Forty
             good
             Ships
             well
             fitted
             for
             the
             Sea.
          
           
             Th'
             Euboeans
             were
             by
             Elephenor
             led
             ,
          
           
             That
             dwell
             in
             Chalcis
             and
             Eretriae
             ,
          
           
             
               Cerinthus
               ,
               Dion
            
             (
             that
             holds
             high
             her
             head
             )
          
           
             
               Carystus
               ,
               Styra
            
             ,
             and
             in
             Istiaea
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             name
             Abantes
             they
             all
             go
             ,
          
           
             Goodmen
             ,
             and
             that
             in
             battle
             use
             the
             Spear
             ,
          
           
             And
             love
             to
             pierce
             the
             Armour
             of
             a
             foe
             .
          
           
             And
             these
             on
             forty
             Ships
             embarqued
             were
             .
          
           
             From
             Athens
             (
             who
             Erectheus
             people
             were
             )
          
           
             
             Aurora's
             Son
             ,
             by
             Pallas
             nourished
          
           
             In
             her
             own
             Temple
             ,
             in
             which
             ev'ry
             year
          
           
             Many
             good
             Bulls
             and
             Lambs
             are
             offered
             ,
          
           
             Under
             Menesteus
             fifty
             Ships
             did
             pass
             ,
          
           
             Who
             for
             the
             ord'ring
             of
             a
             battle
             well
          
           
             Of
             Horse
             or
             Foot
             the
             best
             of
             all
             men
             was
             ,
          
           
             Save
             Nestor
             ,
             who
             in
             age
             did
             him
             excel
             .
          
           
           
             From
             Salamis
             came
             to
             the
             Trojan
             Shore
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             greater
             Ajax
             govern'd
             were
             ,
          
           
             The
             Son
             of
             Telamon
             ,
             twelve
             good
             ships
             more
             ,
          
           
             And
             lay
             at
             anchor
             to
             th'
             Athenians
             near
             .
          
           
             Argos
             ,
             Tyrinthe
             ,
             Troezen
             ,
             Asme
             ,
          
           
             And
             Epidaurus
             ,
             and
             Hermione
             ,
          
           
             Mases
             and
             Aegina
             ,
             and
             Eione
             ,
          
           
             Amongst
             them
             all
             put
             fourscore
             Ships
             to
             Sea.
          
           
             Of
             which
             there
             were
             three
             Captains
             ,
             Diomed
             ,
          
           
             Euryalus
             ,
             and
             Sthenelus
             .
             But
             they
          
           
             By
             Diomed
             were
             chiefly
             governed
             .
          
           
             For
             him
             they
             all
             commanded
             were
             t'
             obey
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             
               Mycenae
               ,
               Corinth
               ,
               Cleonoe
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             Orthe
             ,
             and
             Hyperesiae
             ,
          
           
             From
             Sicyon
             ,
             and
             Araethuree
             ,
          
           
             And
             Gonoessa
             ,
             and
             from
             Helice
             ,
          
           
             
               Pellenae
               ,
               Aegium
            
             ,
             and
             all
             that
             Shore
             ,
          
           
             An
             hundred
             Ships
             were
             laid
             upon
             the
             Seas
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             King
             Agamemnon
             passed
             ore
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             peculiar
             command
             were
             these
             .
          
           
             Amongst
             them
             he
             puts
             on
             his
             Armour
             then
             ,
          
           
             Proud
             that
             he
             was
             of
             all
             the
             Hero's
             best
             .
          
           
             For
             of
             his
             own
             he
             thither
             brought
             most
             men
             ,
          
           
             And
             chief
             Commander
             was
             of
             all
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             From
             
               Sparta
               ,
               Pharae
               ,
               Messa
               ,
               Brysiae
               ,
            
          
           
             From
             about
             Otylus
             ,
             with
             those
             from
             Laus
             ,
          
           
             
               Helos
               ,
               Amyclae
            
             ,
             and
             from
             Aygiae
             ,
          
           
             Went
             thirty
             good
             black
             Ships
             with
             Menelaus
             .
          
           
             Which
             from
             his
             Brothers
             forces
             stood
             apart
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             amongst
             them
             heart'ning
             them
             to
             fight
             ,
          
           
             And
             breathing
             courage
             into
             every
             heart
             .
          
           
             For
             to
             the
             Trojans
             he
             bare
             greatest
             spight
             .
          
           
             Pylus
             ,
             Arene
             ,
             Cyparisseis
             ,
          
           
             
               Amphigenia
               ,
               Aepy
            
             ,
             and
             Thryus
             ,
          
           
             (
             Whereat
             a
             Ford
             i'
             th'
             stream
             Alpheus
             is
             )
          
           
             Elos
             ,
             and
             Pteleus
             ,
             and
             Dorius
             .
          
           
             (
             Here
             't
             was
             the
             Muses
             met
             with
             Thamyris
          
           
             The
             Thracian
             Fidler
             which
             their
             Art
             did
             slight
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             their
             Skill
             was
             not
             so
             good
             as
             his
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             depriv'd
             him
             both
             of
             Art
             and
             Sight
             ▪
             )
          
           
           
             The
             number
             of
             the
             Ships
             those
             Towns
             set
             forth
             ,
          
           
             In
             all
             amounted
             to
             fourscore
             and
             ten
             ;
          
           
             And
             led
             were
             by
             a
             Captain
             of
             great
             worth
             .
          
           
             'T
             was
             Nestor
             the
             command
             had
             of
             these
             men
             .
          
           
             From
             
               Phene
               ,
               Ripe
            
             ,
             and
             Orchomenus
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             Enispe
             ,
             and
             from
             Stratiae
             ,
          
           
             Tegea
             ,
             Mantinea
             ,
             Stymphalus
             ,
          
           
             And
             those
             that
             dwelled
             in
             Parrhasia
             ,
          
           
             (
             Arcadians
             all
             ,
             and
             in
             sharp
             War
             well
             skill'd
             )
          
           
             Came
             sixty
             Ships
             by
             Agapenor
             led
             ,
          
           
             And
             ev'ry
             Ship
             sufficiently
             fill'd
             .
          
           
             But
             then
             the
             Ships
             Atrides
             furnished
             .
          
           
             The
             men
             of
             Helis
             ,
             and
             Buprasium
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             ground
             enclos'd
             by
             Hyrmine
             ,
          
           
             Myrsinus
             ,
             Olene
             ,
             Alisium
             ,
          
           
             Amongst
             them
             all
             put
             forty
             Ships
             to
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             Led
             by
             Amphimachus
             and
             Thalpius
             ,
          
           
             Diores
             ,
             and
             Polyxenus
             the
             Son
          
           
             Of
             martial
             Agasthenes
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             Ten
             good
             Ships
             were
             commanded
             by
             each
             one
             .
          
           
             Dulichium
             ,
             and
             th'Isles
             Echinades
             ,
          
           
             Sent
             forty
             Ships
             .
             Meses
             Commander
             went
          
           
             The
             Son
             of
             Phyleus
             ,
             who
             for
             his
             ease
          
           
             Liv'd
             from
             his
             Father
             there
             in
             discontent
             .
          
           
             Ulysses
             also
             brought
             out
             twelve
             good
             Ships
          
           
             From
             
               Ithaca
               ,
               Neritus
               ,
               Ceph'lonia
            
             ,
          
           
             From
             Same
             ,
             and
             from
             Zant
             ,
             and
             Aegylips
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             Epirus
             ,
             and
             Croaeylia
             .
          
           
             Th'
             Aetolians
             with
             Thoas
             Andraemon's
             Son
          
           
             Sent
             from
             Pylene
             ,
             and
             from
             Chalcis
             ,
             and
          
           
             From
             
               Olenus
               ,
               Pleuron
            
             ,
             and
             Calydon
          
           
             Sent
             forty
             Ships
             ,
             whereof
             the
             sole
             command
          
           
             In
             Thoas
             was
             .
             For
             Oeneus
             was
             dead
             ,
          
           
             And
             Meleager
             ;
             all
             the
             Royal
             race
             .
          
           
             
             Andraemon's
             Son
             their
             men
             to
             Troy
             to
             lead
          
           
             By
             suffrage
             of
             the
             Cities
             chosen
             was
             .
          
           
             From
             
               C●ossus
               ,
               Gortys
            
             (
             in
             the
             Isle
             of
             Creet
             )
          
           
             Lictus
             ,
             Miletus
             ,
             Phaestus
             ,
             Rycius
             ,
          
           
             Lycastus
             ,
             and
             some
             others
             went
             a
             Fleet
          
           
             Of
             eighty
             Ships
             with
             King
             Idomenus
             .
          
           
           
             And
             valiant
             as
             
               Mars
               M●riones
            
             .
          
           
             And
             nine
             good
             Ships
             went
             with
             Tlepolemus
          
           
             (
             That
             was
             the
             Son
             of
             mighty
             Hercules
             )
          
           
             From
             
               Lindus
               ,
               Camirus
               ,
               Ialissus
            
             .
          
           
             For
             
               Hercules
               Tlepolemus
            
             begat
          
           
             On
             Astyochia
             whom
             in
             war
             he
             won
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             her
             many
             Cities
             had
             laid
             flat
             .
          
           
             But
             after
             Hercules
             was
             dead
             and
             gone
             ,
          
           
             Tlepolemus
             now
             grown
             a
             man
             ,
             and
             bold
             ,
          
           
             Licymnius
             (
             his
             Fathers
             Uncle
             )
             slew
          
           
             By
             th'Mothers
             side
             ,
             a
             branch
             of
             Mars
             ,
             but
             old
             .
          
           
             Then
             cuts
             down
             Trees
             ,
             and
             rigs
             a
             Navy
             new
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             men
             together
             gathered
             ,
          
           
             And
             wandred
             till
             to
             Rhodes
             he
             came
             at
             last
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             dwelt
             in
             three
             Tribes
             distributed
             .
          
           
             Fear
             of
             his
             Kindred
             made
             him
             go
             in
             haste
             .
          
           
             And
             mightily
             in
             little
             time
             they
             throve
             ,
          
           
             And
             ev'ry
             day
             in
             wealth
             and
             power
             grew
             ,
          
           
             And
             favour'd
             were
             continually
             by
             Jove
             .
          
           
             For
             dayly
             he
             unto
             them
             riches
             threw
             .
          
           
             From
             Syme
             went
             with
             Nireus
             Ships
             three
             ,
          
           
             Nireus
             that
             was
             the
             fairest
             man
             of
             all
          
           
             (
             Achilles
             alwaies
             must
             excepted
             be
             )
          
           
             But
             weak
             was
             Nireus
             ,
             and
             his
             number
             small
             .
          
           
             From
             
               Casus
               ,
               Carpathus
            
             ,
             and
             Nisyrus
             ,
          
           
             Calydnae
             Islands
             ,
             and
             the
             Isle
             of
             Cous
          
           
             Went
             thirty
             Ships
             .
             Two
             Sons
             of
             Thessalus
          
           
             The
             Son
             of
             Hercules
             commanded
             those
             .
          
           
             And
             the
             
               Pelasgique
               Argives
            
             sent
             to
             Sea
          
           
             From
             Trechis
             ,
             and
             from
             Hellas
             ,
             and
             Halus
             ,
          
           
             From
             Pthia
             ,
             and
             the
             Port
             of
             Alope
             ,
          
           
             Commanded
             by
             the
             Son
             of
             Peleus
             ,
          
           
             Fifty
             good
             Ships
             of
             Myrmidons
             ,
             which
             some
          
           
             Acheans
             ,
             others
             Hellens
             use
             to
             call
             .
          
           
             But
             these
             would
             not
             to
             any
             Battle
             come
             .
          
           
             For
             sullen
             sat
             ashore
             their
             General
             ,
          
           
             Because
             Briseis
             they
             had
             forc'd
             away
             ,
          
           
             Which
             when
             he
             won
             Lyrnessus
             ,
             was
             his
             prize
             ,
          
           
             And
             did
             Epistrophus
             and
             Mynes
             slay
             .
          
           
             There
             ●ate
             he
             then
             ,
             but
             shall
             again
             arise
             .
          
           
           
             From
             
               Inon
               ,
               Phylace
            
             ,
             and
             Pyrasus
             ,
          
           
             From
             Pteleus
             ,
             and
             Antron
             on
             the
             Sea
          
           
             Went
             forty
             Ships
             with
             Protesilaus
             ,
          
           
             Which
             he
             commanded
             while
             alive
             was
             he
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             was
             dead
             .
             For
             as
             he
             leapt
             to
             land
          
           
             From
             out
             his
             Ship
             ,
             he
             was
             the
             first
             man
             slain
          
           
             Of
             all
             th'
             Acheans
             by
             a
             Trojan
             hand
             ,
          
           
             And
             left
             his
             wife
             to
             tear
             her
             hair
             in
             vain
             ,
          
           
             His
             house
             at
             Phylace
             half
             finished
             .
          
           
             His
             Souldiers
             chose
             Podarces
             in
             his
             place
             ,
          
           
             His
             younger
             Brother
             ,
             who
             at
             Troy
             them
             led
             .
          
           
             A
             Captain
             good
             ;
             but
             th'
             Elder
             better
             was
             .
          
           
             And
             they
             that
             dwelt
             about
             Bo●beis
             Lake
          
           
             Iaolcus
             ,
             Boebe
             ,
             Pherae
             ,
             Glaphyrae
             ,
          
           
             Put
             all
             together
             Ships
             eleven
             make
             .
          
           
             Under
             Eumelus
             there
             were
             put
             to
             Sea.
          
           
             From
             rugged
             Olizon
             and
             Meliboea
             ,
          
           
             The
             towns
             Methone
             and
             Thomacia
             sent
          
           
             Seven
             Ships
             of
             fifty
             Oars
             apiece
             to
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             And
             Philoctetes
             their
             Commander
             went.
          
           
             But
             him
             the
             Achaeans
             left
             in
             Lemnos
             Isle
             ,
          
           
             In
             cruel
             torment
             bitten
             by
             a
             Snake
             .
          
           
             And
             of
             his
             Ships
             Medon
             took
             charge
             the
             while
             .
          
           
             But
             better
             care
             of
             him
             the
             Greeks
             will
             take
             .
          
           
             From
             Tricca
             then
             ,
             and
             from
             Methone
             steep
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             Oechalia
             (
             Seat
             of
             Earitus
             ,
             )
          
           
             Thirty
             good
             Ships
             to
             Troy
             went
             ore
             the
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             By
             Machaon
             led
             and
             Podalirius
             ,
          
           
             Two
             skilful
             Sons
             of
             Aesculapius
             .
          
           
             From
             chalky
             
               Titanus
               Hyperia
            
             ,
             and
          
           
             Astirius
             ,
             and
             from
             Ormenius
             ,
          
           
             Eurypilus
             did
             forty
             Ships
             command
             .
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             Towns
             Argissa
             and
             Gy●tone
             ,
          
           
             From
             
               Olo●s●on
               ,
               Orthe
            
             on
             the
             Hill
             ,
          
           
             With
             those
             that
             sent
             were
             from
             the
             Town
             Elone
             ,
          
           
             So
             many
             went
             as
             forty
             Ships
             did
             fill
             .
          
           
             And
             had
             two
             Leaders
             .
             Polypoetes
             one
             ,
          
           
             Son
             of
             Perithous
             the
             son
             of
             Jove
             ,
          
           
             And
             gotten
             by
             him
             was
             the
             day
             whereon
          
           
             He
             and
             the
             Lapiths
             'gainst
             the
             Centaurs
             strove
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             drave
             them
             from
             the
             Mountain
             Pelion
             .
          
           
             The
             other
             Leader
             was
             Leontius
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Father
             was
             Capaneus
             ,
             who
             the
             Son
          
           
             Was
             of
             the
             valiant
             
               Lapith
               Coeneus
            
             .
          
           
             The
             Aenians
             and
             Perrhiboeans
             bold
          
           
             Did
             two
             and
             twenty
             good
             black
             Ships
             set
             out
             ,
          
           
             From
             hollow
             Cyphus
             ,
             and
             Dodona
             cold
             ,
          
           
             And
             other
             habitations
             about
             .
          
           
             The
             pleasant
             River
             Titaretius
             ,
          
           
             That
             into
             Peneus
             runs
             ,
             but
             doth
             not
             mix
             ,
          
           
             But
             glides
             like
             Oyl
             at
             top
             of
             Peneus
             .
          
           
             For
             Titaretius
             is
             a
             branch
             of
             Styx
             .
          
           
             These
             Gouneus
             led
             .
             Then
             the
             Magnesians
             sent
          
           
             From
             Towns
             upon
             the
             banks
             of
             Peneus
             ,
          
           
             And
             sides
             of
             Pelion
             mountain
             eminent
             ,
          
           
             Forty
             good
             Ships
             under
             swift
             Prothous
             .
          
           
             These
             were
             the
             Leaders
             of
             th'
             Achean
             forces
             .
          
           
             O
             Goddess
             tell
             me
             now
             who
             was
             the
             best
          
           
             In
             Battle
             of
             the
             Leaders
             ,
             and
             whose
             Horses
          
           
             In
             swiftness
             and
             in
             force
             excell'd
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             Eumelus
             his
             two
             Horses
             did
             surpass
          
           
             (
             Though
             they
             were
             females
             )
             all
             the
             rest
             for
             speed
             .
          
           
             Their
             colour
             ,
             age
             ,
             and
             stature
             equal
             was
             ,
          
           
             Sprung
             in
             Pieria
             from
             
             Apollo's
             Breed
             .
          
           
             That
             terrour
             drew
             about
             as
             swift
             as
             wind
             .
             )
          
           
             'Mongst
             Greeks
             the
             greater
             Ajax
             had
             no
             Peer
             ,
          
           
             (
             For
             now
             Achilles
             had
             the
             War
             declin'd
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             none
             in
             Prowess
             equall'd
             or
             came
             near
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             other
             Horses
             could
             with
             his
             compare
             .
             )
          
           
             But
             at
             his
             Ships
             he
             discontented
             staid
             ,
          
           
             And
             full
             of
             spight
             which
             he
             t'
             Atrides
             bare
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             on
             the
             Beach
             idle
             his
             Soldiers
             plaid
          
           
             At
             who
             can
             furthest
             throw
             a
             Dart
             or
             Stone
             .
          
           
             The
             Horses
             loosly
             wandred
             here
             and
             there
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             people
             ,
             and
             had
             Riders
             none
             ,
          
           
             Or
             upon
             Lote
             and
             Cinque●oil
             feeding
             were
             .
          
           
             But
             the
             Achaeans
             to
             Scamander
             march'd
          
           
             Swiftly
             as
             when
             a
             fire
             runs
             ore
             a
             Plain
          
           
             Which
             Phoebus
             had
             with
             a
             long
             Summer
             parch'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             going
             made
             the
             ground
             to
             groan
             again
             ,
          
           
           
             As
             when
             Jove
             angry
             lasheth
             Arimy
             ,
          
           
             Which
             men
             say
             of
             Typhaeus
             is
             the
             bed
             ,
          
           
             The
             earth
             therewith
             is
             made
             to
             groan
             and
             sigh
             ,
          
           
             So
             groan'd
             the
             ground
             when
             they
             to
             Troy
             were
             led
             .
          
           
             Then
             Jove
             unto
             the
             
               Trojans
               Iris
            
             sent
             ,
          
           
             Who
             old
             and
             young
             were
             then
             at
             Priams
             gate
          
           
             Assembled
             with
             the
             King
             in
             Parliament
             .
          
           
             Over
             their
             heads
             stood
             Iris
             as
             they
             sate
             .
          
           
             Her
             voice
             was
             like
             to
             that
             of
             Priams
             Son
          
           
             Polytes
             ,
             that
             was
             watching
             at
             the
             Tomb
          
           
             Of
             old
             Aesuites
             ,
             there
             to
             wait
             upon
          
           
             The
             coming
             of
             the
             Greeks
             to
             Ilium
             .
          
           
             Old
             man
             (
             said
             he
             )
             you
             love
             to
             hear
             men
             preach
          
           
             As
             in
             a
             time
             of
             Peace
             .
             But
             now
             't
             is
             War.
          
           
             The
             Greeks
             no
             more
             lye
             idle
             on
             the
             Beach
             ,
          
           
             But
             at
             your
             Gates
             ,
             and
             numberless
             they
             are
             ,
          
           
             As
             sands
             by
             the
             Sea-side
             ,
             or
             leaves
             in
             Spring
             .
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             City
             now
             they
             bring
             the
             War.
          
           
             Hector
             to
             you
             this
             counsel
             now
             I
             bring
             .
          
           
             Within
             the
             City
             many
             people
             are
          
           
             To
             aid
             you
             come
             of
             divers
             Languages
             .
          
           
             Let
             them
             that
             hither
             led
             them
             lead
             them
             here
             ,
          
           
             Arm
             ,
             and
             command
             them
             each
             one
             as
             he
             please
             .
          
           
             When
             she
             had
             done
             ,
             dismist
             the
             people
             were
             .
          
           
             Hector
             to
             open
             all
             the
             Gates
             commands
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             great
             clamour
             Horse
             and
             Foot
             come
             out
             .
          
           
             Before
             the
             City
             a
             high
             Pillar
             stands
             ,
          
           
             To
             which
             the
             field
             lyes
             open
             round
             about
             .
          
           
             And
             Battiea
             called
             was
             by
             men
             ;
          
           
             Which
             'mongst
             the
             Gods
             another
             name
             did
             bear
             ,
          
           
             
             Myrinna's
             Sepulcher
             .
             And
             there
             agen
          
           
             The
             Trojans
             and
             their
             Succours
             muster'd
             were
             .
          
           
             The
             Trojans
             were
             by
             Hector
             led
             .
             The
             best
          
           
             In
             battle
             ,
             and
             in
             number
             most
             were
             these
             ,
          
           
             With
             Spear
             in
             hand
             ,
             and
             Brass
             on
             Back
             and
             Breast
             .
          
           
             The
             Dardans
             were
             commanded
             by
             Aeneas
             ,
          
           
             (
             Anchises
             Son
             ;
             but
             Venus
             was
             his
             Mother
             ;
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Hills
             of
             Ida
             got
             he
             was
             )
          
           
             And
             joint
             Commanders
             with
             him
             were
             two
             other
             ,
          
           
             Brave
             men
             ,
             Archilochus
             and
             Acamas
             .
          
           
           
             And
             of
             Zeleia
             the
             Inhabitants
             ,
          
           
             Which
             of
             Mount
             Ida
             lyeth
             at
             the
             foot
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             the
             River
             of
             Aesopus
             stands
             ,
          
           
             Under
             command
             of
             Pandarus
             were
             put
             ,
          
           
             Son
             of
             Lycaon
             ,
             and
             that
             well
             knew
             how
          
           
             To
             make
             an
             Arrow
             in
             the
             Air
             fly
             true
             .
          
           
             Phoebus
             himself
             had
             given
             him
             a
             Bow
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             to
             use
             the
             same
             none
             better
             knew
             .
          
           
             Th'
             Adrasteians
             and
             the
             men
             of
             Apaesus
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Pityeia
             and
             Tereia
             Hill.
          
           
             Were
             by
             Adrastus
             led
             and
             Amphius
             ,
          
           
             Two
             Sons
             of
             Merops
             ,
             that
             had
             mighty
             skill
          
           
             In
             Prophecy
             ,
             and
             both
             of
             them
             forbad
          
           
             Themselves
             to
             venture
             in
             the
             War
             at
             Troy.
          
           
             But
             Fate
             a
             greater
             power
             with
             them
             had
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             them
             go
             ,
             but
             brought
             them
             not
             away
             .
          
           
             The
             People
             of
             Percosia
             ,
             and
             they
          
           
             That
             dwell
             upon
             the
             Banks
             of
             Practius
             ,
          
           
             
               Arisbe
               ,
               Sestus
               ,
               Abydus
            
             ,
             obey
          
           
             The
             orders
             of
             their
             Leader
             Asius
          
           
             The
             Son
             of
             Hyrtacus
             ,
             whose
             Chariot
          
           
             By
             Horses
             great
             and
             black
             as
             any
             coal
             ,
          
           
             And
             on
             it
             he
             to
             Ilium
             was
             brought
             .
          
           
             And
             of
             Selleis
             race
             each
             one
             a
             foal
             .
          
           
             Larissa
             was
             Pelasgique
             by
             descent
             .
          
           
             Under
             Pylaeus
             and
             Hyppothous
             ,
          
           
             Two
             stout
             Pelasgique
             Leaders
             these
             were
             sent
             ,
          
           
             Who
             both
             the
             Grandsons
             were
             of
             Teutomus
             .
          
           
             The
             Thracians
             on
             this
             side
             Hellespont
             ,
          
           
             Were
             led
             by
             Piros
             and
             by
             Achamas
             .
          
           
             O'
             th'
             Cycons
             who
             do
             these
             oppose
             in
             front
          
           
             Troezenus
             Son
             Euphemus
             Leader
             was
             .
          
           
             From
             Amydon
             that
             standeth
             on
             the
             side
          
           
             Of
             Axius
             the
             fairest
             Stream
             that
             flows
             ,
          
           
             The
             Poeons
             came
             .
             Pyrechmus
             them
             did
             guide
             ,
          
           
             And
             arm'd
             they
             were
             with
             Arrows
             and
             with
             Bows
             .
          
           
             The
             Enneti
             in
             Paphlagonia
             ,
          
           
             From
             whence
             proceedeth
             of
             wild
             Mules
             the
             race
             ,
          
           
             Parthenius
             Brook
             and
             the
             Town
             Coronia
             ,
          
           
             
               Cytorus
               ,
               Sesamus
            
             ,
             and
             the
             high
             place
          
           
           
             Of
             th'
             Erithins
             ,
             and
             of
             Aegyalus
          
           
             The
             charge
             was
             given
             to
             Pylomenus
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             Halizons
             t'
             Epistrophus
             ,
          
           
             But
             not
             alone
             ;
             joyn'd
             with
             him
             was
             Dius
          
           
             Of
             Alybe
             ,
             where
             is
             a
             Silver
             Mine
             .
          
           
             The
             Leaders
             of
             the
             Mysians
             were
             Chromis
             ,
          
           
             And
             Enomus
             .
             Both
             of
             them
             could
             divine
          
           
             By
             flight
             of
             Birds
             ,
             though
             they
             foresaw
             not
             this
          
           
             That
             in
             Scamander
             Stream
             they
             both
             should
             dye
             ,
          
           
             Slain
             by
             Achilles
             who
             there
             massacred
          
           
             Many
             a
             Trojan
             ,
             many
             a
             good
             Ally
             ,
          
           
             Which
             to
             the
             Sea
             the
             River
             carried
             .
          
           
             The
             Phrygians
             from
             Ascania
             ,
             far
             off
             ,
          
           
             Were
             led
             by
             Phorcys
             and
             Ascanius
             ;
          
           
             And
             Battle
             lov'd
             .
             But
             the
             Commanders
             of
          
           
             The
             
               Maeones
               ,
               Mesthles
            
             and
             Antiphus
          
           
             The
             two
             Sons
             were
             of
             old
             Pylomenes
             ,
          
           
             Both
             of
             them
             born
             upon
             Gygaea
             Lake
             ,
          
           
             (
             At
             th'
             foot
             of
             Tmolus
             dwell
             the
             Maeones
             .
             )
          
           
             Amphimachus
             and
             Nastes
             charge
             did
             take
          
           
             Of
             those
             of
             Caria
             ,
             people
             of
             rude
             tongue
             ;
          
           
             And
             of
             Miletus
             ,
             and
             the
             Hill
             Phtheiron
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             Towns
             that
             seated
             are
             among
          
           
             The
             windings
             of
             Maeander
             ,
             and
             upon
          
           
             Mount
             Mycale
             .
             And
             Nastes
             carry'd
             Gold
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Battle
             ,
             like
             a
             Child
             or
             Sot
             ;
          
           
             Wherewith
             his
             Life
             he
             did
             not
             buy
             but
             sold.
          
           
             For
             slain
             he
             was
             ;
             his
             Gold
             Achilles
             got
             ,
          
           
             And
             left
             him
             lying
             at
             the
             River
             dead
             .
          
           
             The
             Succours
             by
             the
             Lycians
             sent
             to
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             By
             Glaucus
             were
             and
             King
             Sarpedon
             led
             .
          
           
             Far
             off
             they
             dwelt
             ,
             and
             a
             long
             march
             had
             they
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           III.
           
        
         
           WHen
           both
           the
           Armies
           were
           prepar'd
           for
           fight
           ,
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           marched
           on
           with
           noise
           and
           cry
           .
        
         
           As
           in
           the
           air
           of
           cackling
           fowl
           a
           flight
           ,
        
         
           Or
           like
           the
           Cranes
           when
           from
           the
           North
           they
           fly
           ,
        
         
           The
           Army
           of
           Pygmaean
           men
           to
           charge
           ,
        
         
           And
           shun
           the
           Winter
           ,
           with
           a
           mighty
           cry
        
         
           Fly
           through
           the
           Air
           over
           the
           Ocean
           large
           ;
        
         
           So
           swiftly
           march'd
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           but
           silently
        
         
           Resolved
           one
           another
           to
           assist
           .
        
         
           And
           such
           a
           dust
           between
           both
           Hoasts
           did
           rise
           ,
        
         
           As
           when
           upon
           the
           Mountains
           lies
           a
           Mist
           ,
        
         
           Which
           to
           a
           stones
           cast
           limiteth
           the
           eyes
           .
        
         
           (
           Which
           good
           for
           Thieves
           is
           ,
           but
           for
           Shepherds
           not
           )
        
         
           So
           great
           a
           dust
           the
           middle
           space
           possest
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           were
           near
           to
           one
           another
           got
           ,
        
         
           Came
           Alexander
           forth
           before
           the
           rest
           .
        
         
           A
           Leopards
           skin
           he
           wore
           upon
           his
           Shoulders
           ,
        
         
           Two
           Spears
           in
           hand
           ,
           his
           Sword
           girt
           at
           his
           side
           ,
        
         
           Bow
           at
           his
           back
           ,
           and
           brave
           to
           the
           beholders
           ;
        
         
           And
           any
           of
           th'
           Achean
           hoast
           defi'd
           .
        
         
           And
           glad
           was
           Menelaus
           to
           see
           this
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Lion
           finds
           a
           lusty
           prey
           ,
        
         
           A
           wild
           Goat
           or
           a
           Stag
           ,
           well
           pleased
           is
           ,
        
         
           And
           hungry
           seizes
           him
           without
           delay
           ,
        
         
           Although
           by
           Hunters
           and
           by
           Hounds
           pursu'd
           ;
        
         
           So
           glad
           was
           Menelaus
           him
           to
           see
           .
        
         
           And
           soon
           as
           he
           his
           person
           had
           well
           view'd
           ,
        
         
           Arm'd
           from
           his
           Charret
           to
           the
           ground
           leapt
           he
           .
        
         
           Assured
           (
           as
           he
           thought
           )
           revenge
           to
           take
        
         
           But
           soon
           as
           Alexander
           once
           saw
           that
           ,
        
         
           He
           fled
           into
           the
           throng
           ,
           as
           from
           a
           Snake
        
         
           Seen
           unawares
           ,
           trembling
           and
           pale
           thereat
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           Hector
           him
           with
           words
           of
           great
           disgrace
        
         
           Reprov'd
           and
           said
           ,
           Fine
           man
           and
           Lover
           keen
           ,
        
         
           Ca●oler
           ,
           that
           confidest
           in
           thy
           face
           ,
        
         
           I
           would
           to
           God
           thou
           born
           hadst
           never
           been
           ,
        
         
           Or
           never
           hadst
           been
           married
           .
           For
           that
        
         
           A
           great
           deal
           better
           had
           been
           of
           the
           twain
           ,
        
         
           Than
           to
           be
           scorn'd
           of
           men
           ,
           and
           pointed
           at
        
         
           For
           one
           that
           durst
           not
           his
           own
           word
           maintain
           .
        
         
           O
           how
           the
           Greeks
           are
           laughing
           now
           to
           see
        
         
           That
           so
           absurdly
           they
           themselves
           mistook
           ,
        
         
           Supposing
           you
           some
           mighty
           man
           to
           be
        
         
           That
           are
           worth
           nothing
           ,
           judging
           by
           your
           look
           .
        
         
           Was
           't
           you
           to
           Lacedemon
           pass'd
           the
           deep
           ,
        
         
           And
           fetch'd
           fair
           Helen
           thence
           (
           the
           bane
           of
           Troy
           )
        
         
           And
           now
           when
           it
           concerns
           you
           her
           to
           keep
           ,
        
         
           You
           dare
           not
           in
           her
           husbands
           presence
           stay
           ?
        
         
           For
           you
           would
           quickly
           know
           what
           kind
           of
           man
        
         
           You
           have
           bereav'd
           unjustly
           of
           his
           wife
           .
        
         
           Neither
           your
           Cittern
           ,
           nor
           your
           Beauty
           can
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           other
           gifts
           of
           Venus
           save
           your
           life
           .
        
         
           Were
           not
           the
           Trojans
           fearful
           more
           than
           needs
           ,
        
         
           You
           had
           a
           Coat
           of
           stones
           by
           this
           time
           had
           ,
        
         
           A
           fit
           reward
           for
           all
           your
           evil
           deeds
           .
        
         
           This
           answer
           then
           to
           
             Hector
             ,
             Paris
          
           made
           .
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           since
           your
           reproof
           is
           just
           (
           said
           he
           )
        
         
           And
           your
           hard
           language
           (
           as
           when
           helpt
           by
           Art
        
         
           A
           Shipwrights
           Ax
           strikes
           deep
           into
           a
           tree
           )
        
         
           Like
           riggid
           Steel
           has
           cut
           me
           to
           the
           heart
           .
        
         
           If
           with
           Atrides
           you
           would
           have
           me
           sight
           ,
        
         
           Ob●ect
           not
           Venus
           favours
           (
           't
           is
           unfit
        
         
           The
           Gifts
           of
           the
           immortal
           Gods
           to
           slight
           )
        
         
           But
           make
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           both
           to
           sit
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           midst
           set
           me
           and
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           And
           which
           of
           us
           shall
           have
           the
           Victory
           ,
        
         
           Helen
           be
           his
           ,
           and
           all
           the
           Wealth
           she
           has
           ,
        
         
           And
           'twixt
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           Amity
           .
        
         
           Let
           this
           be
           sworn
           to
           ,
           that
           we
           may
           remain
        
         
           At
           Troy
           in
           quiet
           ,
           and
           the
           Greeks
           repass
        
         
           To
           Argos
           and
           Achaea
           back
           again
           .
        
         
           At
           this
           brave
           proffer
           Hector
           joyful
           was
           ;
        
         
         
           And
           stepping
           forth
           the
           Trojan
           Ranks
           kept
           in
        
         
           With
           both
           his
           hands
           o'
           th'
           middle
           of
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           shoot
           at
           him
           then
           the
           Greeks
           begin
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           took
           up
           stones
           and
           hurling
           were
           .
        
         
           But
           Agamemnon
           with
           a
           voice
           as
           high
        
         
           As
           he
           could
           raise
           it
           ,
           to
           the
           Greeks
           cry'd
           ,
           Hold.
        
         
           Throw
           no
           more
           Stones
           ,
           let
           no
           more
           Arrows
           fly
           .
        
         
           Hector
           to
           us
           has
           somewhat
           to
           unfold
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           held
           their
           hands
           ,
           and
           silent
           were
        
         
           And
           Hector
           both
           to
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           spake
           .
        
         
           May
           you
           be
           pleased
           on
           both
           sides
           to
           hear
        
         
           The
           motion
           I
           from
           Alexander
           make
           .
        
         
           Let
           Arms
           (
           said
           he
           )
           on
           both
           sides
           be
           laid
           by
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           midst
           set
           him
           and
           Menelaus
           .
        
         
           And
           which
           of
           them
           shall
           have
           the
           Victory
           ,
        
         
           Be
           Helen
           his
           ,
           with
           all
           the
           wealth
           she
           has
           .
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           rest
           an
           Oath
           on
           b●th
           sides
           take
        
         
           The
           Pacts
           agreed
           on
           not
           to
           violate
           .
        
         
           When
           this
           was
           said
           ,
           then
           Menelaus
           spake
           .
        
         
           And
           both
           the
           Armies
           with
           great
           silence
           sate
           .
        
         
           Hear
           me
           too
           then
           ,
           said
           Menelaus
           ,
           who
        
         
           By
           Alexander
           have
           been
           most
           offended
           .
        
         
           If
           you
           'll
           do
           that
           which
           I
           advise
           you
           to
           ,
        
         
           The
           quarrel
           he
           began
           will
           soon
           be
           ended
           .
        
         
           Which
           of
           us
           two
           shall
           fall
           in
           single
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Let
           him
           dye
           only
           ,
           and
           the
           rest
           agree
           .
        
         
           Bring
           forth
           two
           Lambs
           ,
           one
           black
           ,
           another
           white
           ,
        
         
           To
           th'
           Earth
           and
           Sun
           a
           Sacrifice
           to
           be
           .
        
         
           Another
           we
           will
           sacrifice
           to
           Jove
           .
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           old
           King
           Priam
           present
           be
           ,
        
         
           (
           His
           proud
           Sons
           think
           themselves
           all
           Oaths
           above
           )
        
         
           That
           what
           is
           sworn
           he
           may
           performed
           see
           .
        
         
           No
           hold
           is
           to
           be
           taken
           of
           an
           Oath
        
         
           Which
           Young-men
           make
           ,
           whose
           likings
           change
           like
           wind
           .
        
         
           But
           Old-men
           can
           foresee
           what
           's
           good
           for
           both
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           good
           for
           both
           that
           makes
           a
           Contract
           bind
           .
        
         
           These
           words
           did
           to
           both
           Armies
           sweetly
           sound
           ;
        
         
           They
           thought
           the
           worst
           was
           past
           ;
           and
           up
           they
           ty'd
        
         
           Their
           Horses
           ;
           and
           their
           Spears
           stuck
           in
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           With
           spaces
           left
           between
           them
           ,
           but
           not
           wide
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           Hector
           to
           the
           King
           two
           Heralds
           sent
           ,
        
         
           To
           fetch
           the
           Lambs
           ,
           and
           Priam
           to
           implore
        
         
           To
           take
           the
           Oath
           .
           From
           Agamemnon
           went
        
         
           Talthybius
           to
           the
           Fleet
           to
           fetch
           two
           more
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           to
           the
           fair
           
             Helen
             Iris
          
           came
           ,
        
         
           So
           like
           t'
           
           Antenor's
           wife
           Laodice
           ,
        
         
           King
           
           Priam's
           daughter
           ,
           that
           she
           seem'd
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           Quickly
           she
           found
           her
           ;
           for
           at
           work
           was
           she
        
         
           Upon
           a
           double
           splendid
           Web
           ,
           wherein
        
         
           Many
           a
           cruel
           Battle
           she
           had
           wrought
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           and
           th'
           incensed
           Greeks
           between
           ,
        
         
           That
           for
           her
           own
           sake
           only
           had
           been
           sought
           .
        
         
           Come
           Nymph
           ,
           said
           Iris
           ,
           see
           one
           Battle
           more
        
         
           Between
           the
           gallant
           men
           of
           Greece
           and
           Troy.
        
         
           They
           fight
           not
           altogether
           as
           before
           ,
        
         
           But
           silent
           sit
           ,
           and
           from
           their
           Arms
           away
           .
        
         
           Shields
           are
           their
           Cushions
           ,
           planted
           are
           their
           Spears
           ;
        
         
           Paris
           and
           Menelaus
           only
           fight
           .
        
         
           Save
           these
           two
           no
           man
           any
           Armour
           wears
           ;
        
         
           And
           you
           his
           Wife
           are
           ,
           that
           has
           greatest
           might
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Iris
           said
           ,
           and
           her
           inspir'd
           anew
        
         
           With
           love
           to
           Menelaus
           as
           before
           .
        
         
           Then
           ore
           her
           Head
           a
           milk-white
           Scarf
           she
           threw
           ,
        
         
           And
           out
           went
           weeping
           at
           the
           Chamber-door
           ,
        
         
           But
           not
           alone
           ;
           two
           Maidens
           follow'd
           her
           ,
        
         
           Fair
           
             Aethre
             Pittheus
          
           child
           ,
           and
           Clymene
           .
        
         
           And
           quickly
           at
           the
           Scaean
           Gate
           they
           were
           ,
        
         
           Where
           Priam
           sate
           ;
           and
           in
           his
           company
        
         
           Were
           the
           old
           Lords
           Lampus
           and
           Clytius
           ,
        
         
           And
           Icetaon
           ,
           and
           Ucalegon
           ,
        
         
           
             Antenor
             ,
             Thymet's
          
           ,
           and
           Panthous
           ,
        
         
           Whence
           both
           the
           Armies
           they
           might
           look
           upon
           .
        
         
           Old
           men
           they
           were
           ,
           but
           had
           brave
           Captains
           been
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           for
           consultation
           prised
           were
           .
        
         
           Assoon
           as
           Helen
           came
           into
           their
           sight
           ,
        
         
           They
           whisper'd
           one
           another
           in
           the
           ear
           ,
        
         
           I
           cannot
           blame
           the
           man
           that
           for
           her
           strives
           .
        
         
           Like
           an
           Immortal
           God
           she
           is
           .
           Yet
           so
           ,
        
         
           Rather
           than
           we
           should
           hazard
           all
           our
           lives
           ,
        
         
           I
           should
           advise
           the
           King
           to
           let
           her
           go
           .
        
         
         
           Thus
           said
           they
           one
           t'another
           .
           But
           the
           King
        
         
           Call'd
           her
           and
           said
           ,
           Daughter
           ,
           sit
           down
           by
           me
           ,
        
         
           (
           Not
           you
           ,
           but
           the
           Immortal
           Powers
           bring
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Trojans
           this
           calamity
           .
           )
        
         
           And
           tell
           me
           who
           that
           great
           Achaean
           is
           .
        
         
           I
           see
           some
           higher
           by
           the
           head
           than
           he
           ,
        
         
           But
           comelier
           man
           I
           never
           saw
           than
           this
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           liker
           to
           a
           King
           in
           Majestie
           .
        
         
           O
           King
           (
           then
           answered
           Helen
           )
           to
           whom
           I
        
         
           Of
           all
           men
           owe
           most
           reverence
           and
           fear
           ,
        
         
           Would
           I
           had
           rather
           chosen
           there
           to
           dye
           ,
        
         
           Than
           to
           your
           Sons
           ill
           counsel
           given
           ear
           ,
        
         
           Leaving
           my
           House
           ,
           my
           Child
           ,
           and
           Brothers
           two
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           my
           sweet
           companions
           for
           his
           sake
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           I
           cannot
           what
           is
           done
           undo
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           your
           question
           I
           'll
           now
           answer
           make
           .
        
         
           The
           man
           you
           point
           to
           Agamemnon
           is
           ,
        
         
           A
           good
           King
           ,
           and
           a
           valiant
           Man
           in
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           Brother
           to
           the
           Husband
           is
           of
           this
        
         
           Unworthy
           woman
           me
           that
           did
           him
           slight
           .
        
         
           And
           Priam
           then
           the
           man
           admiring
           said
           ,
        
         
           Happy
           Atrides
           ,
           great
           is
           thy
           command
           ,
        
         
           Whose
           Soldiers
           though
           now
           very
           much
           decay'd
           ,
        
         
           In
           such
           great
           multitude
           before
           us
           stand
           .
        
         
           At
           a
           great
           fight
           I
           was
           in
           Phrygia
           ,
        
         
           And
           brought
           to
           Otreus
           and
           Mygdon
           aid
        
         
           Against
           the
           Amazons
           .
           I
           never
           saw
        
         
           Till
           then
           ,
           so
           many
           for
           a
           Fight
           array'd
           ,
        
         
           As
           were
           the
           Amazons
           ,
           upon
           the
           Banks
        
         
           Of
           Sangareus
           ,
           and
           yet
           they
           fewer
           were
           ,
        
         
           Than
           are
           contained
           in
           the
           brissled
           Ranks
        
         
           Of
           th'armed
           Greeks
           that
           stand
           before
           us
           here
           .
        
         
           Again
           Ulysses
           coming
           in
           his
           sight
           ,
        
         
           Tell
           me
           (
           said
           he
           )
           sweet
           Daughter
           ,
           Who
           is
           this
        
         
           He
           wants
           the
           head
           of
           Agamemnons
           height
           ,
        
         
           But
           at
           the
           Breast
           and
           Shoulders
           broader
           is
           .
        
         
           His
           Arms
           lye
           still
           upon
           the
           ground
           ;
           but
           he
        
         
           In
           no
           one
           certain
           place
           himself
           can
           keep
           ,
        
         
           But
           through
           the
           Ranks
           and
           Files
           runs
           busily
           ,
        
         
           Just
           as
           a
           〈◊〉
           runs
           in
           a
           Fold
           of
           Sheep
           .
        
         
         
           To
           this
           
           Jove's
           Daughter
           Helen
           thus
           replies
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           't
           is
           ,
           the
           old
           Laertes
           Son
        
         
           Of
           Ithaca
           ;
           to
           counsel
           and
           devise
           ,
        
         
           In
           all
           the
           Army
           like
           him
           there
           is
           none
           .
        
         
           O
           Helen
           (
           said
           Antenor
           )
           you
           say
           right
           ;
        
         
           On
           your
           affair
           he
           once
           came
           into
           Troy
        
         
           With
           Menelaus
           .
           I
           did
           them
           both
           invite
        
         
           To
           sup
           with
           me
           ;
           and
           in
           my
           house
           they
           lay
           .
        
         
           I
           them
           compar'd
           .
           When
           at
           their
           Audience
        
         
           They
           both
           stood
           up
           ,
           Atrides
           taller
           seem'd
           ;
        
         
           Sitting
           Ulysses
           won
           most
           reverence
           ,
        
         
           And
           was
           amongst
           the
           people
           most
           esteem'd
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           were
           Orations
           to
           make
           ,
        
         
           Atrides
           words
           went
           easily
           and
           close
           .
        
         
           For
           little
           he
           ,
           but
           to
           the
           purpose
           spake
           ,
        
         
           Though
           th'younger
           man.
           But
           when
           Ulysses
           rose
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           the
           ground
           a
           while
           he
           fix'd
           his
           eyes
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           ever
           mov'd
           the
           Scepter
           in
           his
           hand
           ;
        
         
           You
           would
           have
           thought
           him
           sullen
           or
           unwise
           ,
        
         
           That
           did
           not
           yet
           his
           bus'ness
           understand
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           his
           voice
           was
           raised
           to
           the
           height
           ,
        
         
           And
           like
           a
           Snow
           upon
           a
           Winters
           day
        
         
           His
           gentle
           words
           fell
           from
           him
           ,
           no
           man
           might
        
         
           With
           him
           compare
           ;
           so
           much
           his
           words
           did
           weigh
           .
        
         
           Then
           Priam
           seeing
           Ajax
           ,
           askt
           agen
           ,
        
         
           What
           Greek
           is
           that
           ,
           that
           taller
           by
           the
           Head
        
         
           And
           Shoulders
           is
           than
           all
           the
           other
           men
           ?
        
         
           And
           Helen
           to
           the
           King
           thus
           answered
           ,
        
         
           Great
           Ajax
           .
           Who
           of
           th'
           Argives
           is
           the
           Sconce
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           o'th'other
           side
           Idomeneus
           ,
        
         
           Who
           was
           the
           guest
           of
           Menelaus
           once
           ,
        
         
           And
           lodg'd
           at
           Lacedemon
           in
           his
           house
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           I
           see
           the
           rest
           ,
           and
           could
           them
           name
           .
        
         
           But
           Castor
           I
           and
           Pollux
           cannot
           see
           .
        
         
           Two
           Princes
           are
           they
           ,
           and
           well
           known
           by
           Fame
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           one
           Mother
           Brothers
           are
           to
           me
           .
        
         
           Did
           they
           not
           pass
           the
           Sea
           ?
           Yes
           sure
           they
           did
        
         
           Come
           with
           the
           rest
           ;
           but
           are
           asham'd
           of
           me
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           Argive
           Fleet
           lye
           somewhere
           hid
           ,
        
         
           And
           will
           not
           of
           my
           shame
           partakers
           be
           .
        
         
         
           Thus
           Helen
           said
           ,
           because
           she
           could
           not
           tell
        
         
           Whether
           her
           Brothers
           were
           alive
           or
           dead
           .
        
         
           But
           dead
           they
           were
           ;
           and
           (
           where
           they
           both
           did
           dwell
           )
        
         
           In
           Lacedemon
           they
           were
           buried
           .
        
         
           The
           Heralds
           now
           the
           two
           Lambs
           had
           brought
           in
           ,
        
         
           That
           for
           their
           Sacrifice
           appointed
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           full
           of
           noble
           Wine
           a
           great
           Goats
           skin
           .
        
         
           Idaeus
           with
           the
           Golden
           Cups
           stood
           near
           ,
        
         
           And
           pray'd
           the
           King
           to
           go
           down
           to
           the
           Plain
           .
        
         
           There
           stay
           for
           you
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           both
           ;
        
         
           A
           Peace
           agreed
           on
           is
           ;
           but
           all
           in
           vain
        
         
           Unless
           you
           also
           go
           and
           take
           the
           Oath
           .
        
         
           For
           Paris
           must
           with
           Menelaus
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           must
           Helen
           and
           her
           wealth
           enjoy
        
         
           Upon
           whose
           side
           the
           Victory
           shall
           light
           ;
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           return
           ;
           and
           Peace
           remain
           at
           Troy.
        
         
           These
           words
           to
           th'
           Old
           mans
           heart
           came
           cold
           as
           Ice
           .
        
         
           But
           streight
           he
           bad
           his
           Coach
           made
           ready
           be
           .
        
         
           The
           Servants
           made
           it
           ready
           in
           a
           trice
           ,
        
         
           And
           up
           into
           't
           Antenor
           went
           and
           he
           ;
        
         
           And
           past
           the
           Scaean
           Gate
           into
           the
           Plain
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           came
           near
           to
           Scamander
           Banks
           ,
        
         
           From
           out
           the
           Coach
           alighted
           they
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           stood
           between
           the
           adverse
           Armies
           Ranks
           .
        
         
           Then
           Agamemnon
           and
           Ulysses
           came
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Contract
           for
           the
           Greeks
           did
           swear
           .
        
         
           And
           Priam
           and
           Antenor
           swore
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           The
           Heralds
           mix
           the
           Wine
           with
           Water
           clear
           ;
        
         
           And
           poured
           water
           on
           the
           Princes
           hands
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           at
           his
           Sword
           a
           Knife
           did
           wear
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           near
           unto
           the
           Victims
           stands
           ,
        
         
           Cuts
           with
           it
           from
           their
           foreheads
           locks
           of
           Hair
           ,
        
         
           Which
           by
           the
           Heralds
           were
           distributed
           ,
        
         
           Till
           ev'ry
           Leader
           part
           had
           of
           the
           hair
           .
        
         
           The
           Ceremonies
           being
           finished
           ,
        
         
           Atrides
           to
           the
           gods
           then
           made
           this
           Prayer
           .
        
         
           O
           mighty
           Jove
           ,
           the
           Monarch
           of
           the
           Gods
           ,
        
         
           O
           glorious
           Sun
           with
           thy
           all-seeing
           Eye
           ,
        
         
           O
           Streams
           ,
           O
           Earth
           ,
           O
           you
           that
           hold
           the
           Rods
        
         
           Beneath
           the
           Earth
           ,
           scourges
           of
           Perjury
           ,
        
         
         
           Hear
           me
           ,
           and
           be
           you
           witnesses
           of
           this
           .
        
         
           If
           Menelaus
           be
           by
           Paris
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Let
           Helen
           and
           the
           wealth
           she
           has
           be
           his
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Achaea
           we
           return
           again
           .
        
         
           If
           slain
           by
           
             Menelaus
             Paris
          
           be
           ,
        
         
           Let
           Helen
           with
           her
           wealth
           to
           Greece
           be
           sent
        
         
           With
           some
           amends
           made
           for
           the
           injury
           ,
        
         
           To
           be
           of
           th'
           wrong
           done
           an
           acknowledgment
           .
        
         
           If
           such
           amends
           the
           Trojans
           will
           not
           make
           ,
        
         
           I
           will
           pursue
           the
           War
           ,
           and
           here
           abide
           ,
        
         
           Till
           I
           the
           Town
           of
           Ilium
           shall
           take
           ,
        
         
           Or
           till
           the
           Gods
           the
           quarrel
           shall
           decide
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Victims
           with
           his
           Knife
           he
           slew
           .
        
         
           And
           sprawling
           there
           upon
           the
           place
           they
           lay
           .
        
         
           Then
           into
           Golden
           Cups
           the
           Wine
           they
           drew
           ,
        
         
           And
           pour'd
           it
           on
           the
           Lambs
           .
           Then
           prayed
           they
        
         
           Both
           Greeks
           and
           
             Trojans
             ;
             Jove
          
           ,
           and
           Pow'rs
           divine
           ,
        
         
           Who
           first
           to
           break
           this
           peace
           shall
           go
           about
           ,
        
         
           As
           poured
           on
           the
           Victims
           is
           this
           Wine
           ,
        
         
           So
           they
           ,
           and
           their
           Sons
           Brains
           be
           poured
           out
           .
        
         
           Thus
           prayed
           they
           .
           But
           Jove
           that
           Pray'r
           did
           slight
           .
        
         
           Then
           Priam
           said
           ,
           To
           Troy
           return
           will
           I.
        
         
           It
           cannot
           please
           me
           to
           behold
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           For
           none
           but
           Gods
           know
           which
           of
           them
           shall
           dye
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           into
           the
           Charret
           went
           again
        
         
           He
           and
           Antenor
           ,
           and
           drave
           t'
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           them
           carried
           their
           Victims
           slain
           .
        
         
           Then
           in
           Ulysses
           and
           great
           Hector
           come
           ,
        
         
           And
           having
           measur'd
           out
           the
           Lists
           ,
           wherein
        
         
           They
           were
           to
           fight
           ,
           then
           the
           two
           Lots
           they
           drew
        
         
           For
           who
           to
           throw
           his
           Spear
           should
           first
           begin
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           pray'd
           anew
           .
        
         
           O
           glorious
           Jove
           ,
           whom
           all
           the
           Gods
           obey
           ,
        
         
           Let
           him
           that
           of
           the
           War
           the
           Author
           was
        
         
           Be
           slain
           ,
           and
           all
           the
           rest
           firm
           peace
           enjoy
           .
        
         
           Then
           mighty
           Hector
           shook
           the
           skull
           of
           brass
           .
        
         
           The
           Lot
           that
           was
           the
           first
           drawn
           out
           ,
           was
           that
        
         
           Which
           gave
           to
           Paris
           the
           right
           to
           begin
           .
        
         
           Then
           down
           upon
           the
           ground
           the
           people
           sate
        
         
           In
           order
           as
           their
           Armours
           plac'd
           had
           been
           .
        
         
         
           And
           Paris
           arm'd
           himself
           ,
           and
           first
           puts
           on
        
         
           His
           Leg-pieces
           of
           Brass
           ,
           and
           closely
           tyes
           ,
        
         
           That
           silver'd
           over
           were
           at
           th'
           Ancle-bone
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           his
           Breast-plate
           to
           his
           Breast
           applyes
           .
        
         
           Lycaons
           Breast-plate
           't
           was
           ,
           but
           ev'ry
           whit
        
         
           As
           just
           upon
           him
           sat
           ,
           as
           it
           had
           done
        
         
           Upon
           Lycaon
           when
           he
           used
           it
           .
        
         
           And
           next
           to
           this
           his
           good
           Sword
           he
           puts
           on
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           his
           broad
           Shield
           and
           his
           Helmet
           good
           .
        
         
           And
           last
           of
           all
           a
           Spear
           takes
           in
           his
           hand
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           like
           Armour
           Menelaus
           stood
           .
        
         
           Then
           come
           they
           forth
           ,
           and
           in
           the
           Lists
           they
           stand
           .
        
         
           And
           one
           did
           on
           another
           fiercely
           look
           .
        
         
           (
           The
           people
           stupid
           sat
           'twixt
           hope
           and
           fear
           .
           )
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           come
           were
           nigh
           ,
           their
           Spears
           they
           shook
           .
        
         
           But
           Paris
           was
           the
           first
           to
           throw
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           threw
           ,
           and
           smote
           the
           Shield
           of
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           But
           through
           the
           Mettle
           tough
           it
           passed
           not
           ,
        
         
           But
           turn'd
           ,
           and
           bended
           at
           the
           point
           it
           was
           .
        
         
           Then
           Menelaus
           was
           to
           throw
           by
           Lot.
        
         
           But
           first
           he
           prayed
           .
           Grant
           me
           ,
           O
           Jove
           ,
           (
           said
           he
           )
        
         
           That
           this
           my
           Spear
           may
           Alexander
           slay
           ,
        
         
           Who
           was
           the
           first
           that
           did
           the
           injury
           .
        
         
           That
           they
           who
           shall
           be
           born
           hereafter
           may
        
         
           Not
           dare
           to
           violate
           the
           Sacred
           Laws
        
         
           Of
           Hospitality
           .
           Having
           thus
           said
           ,
        
         
           He
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
           which
           Paris
           Shield
           did
           pass
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           his
           Breast-plate
           quite
           ,
           and
           there
           it
           staid
           ;
        
         
           But
           tore
           his
           Coat
           .
           And
           there
           he
           had
           been
           dead
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           his
           Belly
           somewhat
           he
           drew
           back
           .
        
         
           Then
           with
           his
           Sword
           Atrides
           smote
           his
           head
        
         
           Which
           arm'd
           was
           ,
           and
           the
           Sword
           in
           pieces
           broke
           .
        
         
           Then
           Menelaus
           grieved
           at
           the
           heart
           ,
        
         
           Looking
           to
           Heaven
           did
           on
           Jove
           complain
           .
        
         
           O
           Jove
           that
           of
           the
           Gods
           most
           cruel
           art
           ,
        
         
           Broken
           my
           Sword
           ,
           my
           Spear
           is
           thrown
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           Then
           suddenly
           laid
           hold
           on
           Paris
           Crest
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Greeks
           to
           drag
           him
           did
           begin
           ,
        
         
           And
           Paris
           then
           was
           mightily
           distrest
           ,
        
         
           Choakt
           by
           the
           Latchet
           underneath
           his
           Chin.
        
         
         
           And
           to
           the
           Greeks
           had
           drag'd
           been
           by
           the
           Head
           ,
        
         
           If
           Venus
           to
           his
           aid
           had
           not
           come
           in
           ,
        
         
           Who
           broke
           the
           string
           and
           him
           delivered
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           conquest
           else
           had
           famous
           been
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           Greeks
           the
           empty
           Cask
           he
           threw
           .
        
         
           But
           Venus
           snatcht
           him
           from
           him
           in
           a
           Mist.
        
         
           And
           whither
           she
           convey'd
           him
           none
           there
           knew
           .
        
         
           A
           God
           she
           is
           ,
           and
           can
           do
           what
           she
           list
           .
        
         
           When
           Paris
           to
           his
           Chamber
           was
           convey'd
           ,
        
         
           His
           Chamber
           which
           of
           Perfumes
           sweetly
           smelt
           ,
        
         
           Then
           puts
           she
           on
           the
           form
           of
           an
           old
           Maid
        
         
           That
           Helen
           serv'd
           when
           she
           at
           Sparta
           dwelt
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           that
           shape
           went
           to
           call
           Helen
           home
           ,
        
         
           That
           stood
           with
           other
           Ladies
           of
           the
           Town
        
         
           Upon
           a
           Tow'r
           .
           When
           she
           was
           to
           her
           come
           ,
        
         
           She
           gently
           with
           her
           finger
           stir'd
           her
           Gown
           .
        
         
           Helen
           (
           said
           she
           )
           Paris
           has
           for
           you
           sent
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           glorious
           bed
           doth
           for
           you
           stay
           ,
        
         
           Not
           as
           a
           man
           that
           came
           from
           Fight
           ,
           but
           went
        
         
           To
           Dance
           ,
           or
           from
           it
           were
           new
           come
           away
           .
        
         
           Helen
           at
           this
           was
           mov'd
           ,
           and
           mark'd
           her
           Eyes
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           her
           lovely
           Neck
           did
           notice
           take
           ,
        
         
           And
           knew
           't
           was
           Venus
           though
           in
           this
           disguise
           ;
        
         
           And
           troubled
           as
           she
           was
           ,
           thus
           to
           her
           spake
           .
        
         
           Venus
           ,
           why
           seek
           you
           to
           deceive
           me
           still
           ,
        
         
           Since
           Menelaus
           has
           the
           Victory
           ?
        
         
           Though
           I
           have
           wrong'd
           him
           ,
           he
           receive
           me
           will
           ,
        
         
           And
           you
           come
           hither
           now
           to
           hinder
           me
           .
        
         
           Whither
           d'
           ye
           mean
           to
           send
           me
           further
           yet
           ?
        
         
           To
           Phrygia
           or
           to
           Moeonia
           ,
        
         
           That
           there
           I
           may
           another
           Husband
           get
           ?
        
         
           You
           shall
           not
           me
           to
           Alexander
           draw
           .
        
         
           Go
           to
           him
           you
           ,
           and
           Heaven
           for
           ever
           quit
           ;
        
         
           Grieve
           with
           him
           ;
           have
           a
           care
           the
           man
           to
           save
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           his
           side
           continually
           to
           sit
           ,
        
         
           Till
           he
           his
           Bride
           have
           made
           you
           ,
           or
           his
           Slave
           .
        
         
           I
           will
           not
           to
           him
           go
           (
           for
           't
           were
           a
           shame
           )
        
         
           Nor
           any
           longer
           meddle
           with
           his
           Bed
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           longer
           bear
           the
           scorns
           ,
           nor
           mocks
           ,
           nor
           blame
        
         
           Which
           from
           the
           wives
           of
           Troy
           I
           suffered
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           Venus
           vext
           ,
           Hussie
           (
           said
           she
           )
           no
           more
        
         
           Provoke
           my
           anger
           .
           If
           I
           angry
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           hate
           you
           as
           I
           loved
           you
           before
           ,
        
         
           The
           Armies
           both
           will
           to
           your
           death
           agree
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           beauteous
           Helen
           frighted
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           Goddess
           went
           ,
           who
           led
           the
           way
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           Trojan
           Wives
           did
           quiet
           pass
        
         
           Unto
           the
           house
           where
           Alexander
           lay
           .
        
         
           I'
           th'
           Roomes
           below
           at
           work
           her
           women
           were
           .
        
         
           But
           up
           went
           Helen
           with
           the
           Goddess
           fair
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           to
           Alexander
           they
           were
           near
           ,
        
         
           The
           Goddess
           unto
           Helen
           fetcht
           a
           Chair
           .
        
         
           Then
           sat
           she
           down
           ,
           and
           look'd
           at
           him
           again
           .
        
         
           You
           come
           from
           Battle
           .
           I
           would
           you
           had
           there
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           my
           former
           Husbands
           hand
           ,
           been
           slain
           .
        
         
           You
           brag'd
           you
           were
           his
           better
           at
           a
           Spear
           .
        
         
           Go
           challenge
           him
           again
           ,
           and
           fight
           anew
           .
        
         
           But
           do
           not
           though
           ,
           for
           fear
           you
           should
           be
           kill'd
           .
        
         
           But
           rather
           when
           you
           see
           him
           ,
           him
           eschew
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           he
           should
           leave
           you
           dead
           upon
           the
           field
           .
        
         
           To
           
             Helen
             Alexander
          
           then
           reply'd
           .
        
         
           Forbear
           ;
           though
           he
           have
           now
           the
           Victory
        
         
           By
           Pallas
           help
           ;
           there
           are
           Gods
           on
           our
           side
           ,
        
         
           And
           they
           another
           time
           may
           favour
           me
           .
        
         
           Let
           's
           go
           to
           Bed
           ,
           and
           in
           sweet
           Love
           agree
           .
        
         
           Your
           Beauty
           never
           did
           me
           so
           much
           move
           ,
        
         
           At
           Lacedemon
           ,
           nor
           in
           Cranae
           ;
        
         
           Where
           the
           first
           blessing
           I
           had
           of
           your
           Love.
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           to
           bed
           they
           went
           ,
           first
           he
           ,
           then
           she
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           then
           sought
           Paris
           in
           the
           throng
        
         
           O'
           th'
           Trojans
           and
           their
           Aids
           ;
           but
           could
           not
           see
        
         
           Nor
           hear
           of
           him
           the
           company
           among
           .
        
         
           They
           would
           not
           have
           conceal'd
           him
           though
           they
           might
           ;
        
         
           But
           had
           to
           Menelaus
           him
           betray'd
           .
        
         
           So
           hateful
           to
           the
           Trojans
           was
           his
           sight
           .
        
         
           Then
           stood
           King
           Agamemnon
           up
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Hear
           me
           you
           Trojans
           and
           your
           Aids
           .
           'T
           is
           plain
        
         
           That
           Menelaus
           has
           the
           Victory
           .
        
         
           Let
           Helen
           therefore
           rendred
           be
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           pay
           your
           Fine
           .
           'T
           is
           Right
           ,
           the
           Greeks
           all
           cry
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           IV.
           
        
         
           MEan
           while
           the
           Gods
           at
           Counsel
           drinking
           sat
           .
        
         
           Hebe
           the
           Nectar
           carry'd
           up
           and
           down
           .
        
         
           And
           Jove
           amongst
           them
           present
           was
           thereat
           ,
        
         
           And
           sitting
           had
           his
           eyes
           upon
           Troy
           Town
           .
        
         
           Then
           Jupiter
           puts
           out
           a
           word
           ,
           to
           see
        
         
           What
           Juno
           would
           unto
           the
           same
           reply
           .
        
         
           Two
           Goddesses
           assistants
           are
           (
           said
           he
           )
        
         
           To
           Menelaus
           ,
           but
           sit
           idly
           by
           ,
        
         
           Pallas
           and
           Juno
           ;
           but
           on
           th'
           other
           side
        
         
           Venus
           gives
           Paris
           aid
           ,
           and
           really
        
         
           Has
           helpt
           him
           when
           he
           thought
           he
           should
           have
           dy'd
           .
        
         
           Though
           Menelaus
           have
           the
           Victory
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           us
           now
           think
           which
           the
           best
           will
           be
           ,
        
         
           To
           suffer
           war
           to
           make
           an
           end
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Or
           let
           Troy
           stand
           and
           make
           them
           to
           agree
           ,
        
         
           And
           Helen
           with
           Atrides
           go
           her
           way
           .
        
         
           Juno
           and
           Pallas
           that
           together
           sat
           ,
        
         
           Grumble
           and
           plot
           ;
           Pallas
           her
           spite
           kept
           in
           .
        
         
           But
           such
           of
           Juno
           was
           the
           choler
           ,
           that
        
         
           Had
           she
           not
           spoke
           ,
           her
           heart
           had
           broken
           been
           .
        
         
           Harsh
           Jove
           (
           said
           she
           )
           what
           do
           you
           mean
           by
           this
           ?
        
         
           Shall
           I
           with
           so
           much
           sweat
           ,
           and
           labour
           spent
           ,
        
         
           And
           Horses
           tyr'd
           ,
           now
           of
           my
           purpose
           miss
           ?
        
         
           Do.
           But
           the
           other
           Gods
           will
           not
           consent
           .
        
         
           Devil
           ,
           said
           Jove
           ,
           what
           hurt
           is
           done
           to
           you
        
         
           By
           Priam
           and
           his
           Sons
           ,
           that
           you
           should
           so
        
         
           Fiercely
           the
           ruine
           of
           the
           Town
           pursue
           ?
        
         
           I
           think
           if
           you
           in
           t
           '
           Ilium
           should
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           eat
           up
           Priam
           and
           his
           Children
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           every
           Trojan
           in
           the
           Town
           beside
           ,
        
         
           Man
           ,
           Woman
           ,
           Child
           alive
           within
           the
           wall
           ,
        
         
           Your
           anger
           will
           at
           last
           be
           satisfi'd
           .
        
         
         
           Do
           as
           you
           please
           .
           It
           shall
           breed
           no
           contention
        
         
           'Twixt
           you
           and
           me
           .
           But
           then
           remember
           this
           ,
        
         
           When
           I
           to
           raze
           a
           City
           have
           intention
        
         
           That
           yours
           ,
           and
           greatly
           in
           your
           favour
           is
           ,
        
         
           To
           let
           me
           do
           't
           without
           Plea
           or
           Request
           ;
        
         
           Since
           to
           give
           you
           your
           will
           I
           loose
           my
           own
           .
        
         
           For
           Ilium
           I
           love
           above
           the
           rest
           ,
        
         
           Though
           under
           Heav'n
           be
           many
           a
           goodly
           Town
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           by
           Priam
           and
           his
           people
           still
        
         
           Have
           honour'd
           been
           ,
           my
           Altars
           richly
           serv'd
        
         
           With
           Wine
           and
           Sacrifices
           to
           my
           will
           ,
        
         
           Which
           is
           the
           honour
           to
           the
           Gods
           reserv'd
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           the
           Goddess
           Juno
           then
           reply'd
           ,
        
         
           Three
           Cities
           I
           prefer
           before
           the
           rest
           ,
        
         
           Argos
           and
           Sparta
           ,
           and
           Mycena
           wide
           .
        
         
           Destroy
           you
           may
           which
           of
           them
           you
           think
           best
           ,
        
         
           If
           you
           see
           cause
           ;
           I
           'll
           not
           stand
           in
           your
           way
           .
        
         
           Or
           if
           I
           do
           ,
           what
           mends
           can
           I
           have
           so
           ?
        
         
           For
           since
           your
           Pow'r
           does
           mine
           so
           much
           outweigh
           ,
        
         
           It
           will
           be
           done
           whether
           I
           will
           or
           no.
        
         
           But
           you
           ought
           not
           t'
           undo
           what
           I
           have
           done
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           a
           Goddess
           am
           ,
           and
           have
           the
           same
        
         
           Parents
           ,
           of
           whom
           you
           boast
           to
           be
           the
           Son.
        
         
           And
           further
           of
           your
           Wife
           I
           bear
           the
           name
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           Mortals
           and
           Immortals
           all
           obey
           .
        
         
           Then
           let
           us
           not
           in
           such
           things
           disagree
           .
        
         
           But
           I
           to
           you
           ,
           and
           you
           to
           me
           give
           way
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           our
           two
           minds
           all
           the
           Gods
           will
           be
           .
        
         
           Let
           Pallas
           to
           the
           Army
           streight
           be
           sent
        
         
           To
           make
           the
           Trojans
           first
           the
           Peace
           to
           break
           .
        
         
           And
           Jupiter
           to
           do
           so
           was
           content
           ,
        
         
           And
           did
           (
           as
           he
           was
           bid
           )
           to
           Pallas
           speak
           .
        
         
           Pallas
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           down
           to
           the
           Armies
           go
           ,
        
         
           Let
           not
           this
           Peace
           be
           by
           the
           Trojans
           kept
           .
        
         
           When
           Pallas
           heard
           her
           Father
           Jove
           say
           so
           ,
        
         
           Glad
           of
           the
           Errand
           ,
           from
           the
           Sky
           she
           leapt
           .
        
         
           Just
           like
           a
           falling
           Star
           ,
           which
           Saturn
           sends
        
         
           To
           Armies
           or
           unto
           Seafaring
           men
           ;
        
         
           Which
           change
           of
           Fortune
           ,
           commonly
           portends
           .
        
         
           The
           Goddess
           through
           the
           Air
           descending
           then
           ,
        
         
         
           Splendid
           and
           sparkling
           on
           the
           ground
           did
           light
           .
        
         
           The
           Armies
           that
           were
           in
           the
           field
           array'd
           ,
        
         
           Both
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           wondred
           at
           the
           sight
           ;
        
         
           And
           one
           unto
           another
           next
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           This
           bloody
           War
           will
           sure
           return
           again
           ,
        
         
           Or
           else
           the
           Peace
           be
           surer
           made
           than
           '
           t
           is
           .
        
         
           But
           which
           o'
           th'
           two
           Jove
           has
           not
           yet
           made
           plain
           ,
        
         
           Who
           both
           of
           Peace
           and
           War
           disposer
           is
           .
        
         
           Pallas
           the
           form
           took
           of
           Laodocus
        
         
           
           Antenor's
           Son
           ,
           and
           went
           into
           the
           throng
        
         
           O'
           th'
           Trojans
           to
           inquire
           for
           Pandarus
           .
        
         
           At
           last
           she
           found
           him
           his
           own
           Troops
           among
           ,
        
         
           That
           were
           of
           Lycaonia
           the
           Bands
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           Zeleia
           led
           by
           Pandarus
        
         
           To
           Ilium
           .
           There
           Pallas
           by
           him
           stands
        
         
           Like
           to
           
           Antenor's
           Son
           ;
           and
           to
           him
           thus
           :
        
         
           
           Lycaon's
           Son
           ,
           saies
           she
           ,
           dare
           you
           let
           fly
        
         
           A
           Shaft
           at
           Menelaus
           ?
           For
           I
           know
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           all
           would
           thank
           you
           ,
           specially
        
         
           Paris
           the
           Son
           of
           Priam
           ,
           and
           bestow
        
         
           Great
           Presents
           on
           you
           if
           you
           should
           him
           kill
           .
        
         
           Shoot
           at
           him
           then
           ,
           and
           to
           Apollo
           pray
        
         
           The
           God
           of
           Archers
           that
           he
           help
           you
           will.
        
         
           And
           vow
           a
           Hecatombe
           of
           Lambs
           to
           pay
           ,
        
         
           When
           to
           Zeleia
           safely
           you
           come
           home
           .
        
         
           For
           there
           your
           people
           to
           Apollo
           vow
           .
        
         
           When
           this
           was
           said
           ,
           the
           vain
           man
           overcome
           ,
        
         
           From
           off
           his
           Shoulders
           taketh
           down
           his
           Bow
        
         
           (
           Which
           did
           a
           lusty
           Goats-head
           once
           adorn
           ,
        
         
           Which
           with
           a
           Shaft
           he
           killed
           had
           among
        
         
           The
           Rocks
           ,
           and
           taken
           from
           his
           head
           the
           Horn
           ,
        
         
           Which
           was
           no
           less
           than
           sixteen
           handfuls
           long
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           a
           Fletcher
           gave
           it
           to
           be
           wrought
           ,
        
         
           Shaven
           ,
           and
           Polisht
           ,
           and
           Guilt
           at
           the
           hand
           .
           )
        
         
           This
           Bow
           he
           bent
           ;
           and
           lest
           the
           Foe
           should
           know
           't
           ,
        
         
           He
           crouched
           down
           ,
           and
           laid
           it
           on
           the
           sand
           .
        
         
           But
           lest
           the
           Greeks
           should
           rush
           on
           him
           ,
           before
        
         
           He
           ready
           were
           to
           shoot
           ,
           they
           that
           stood
           near
           ,
        
         
           Before
           him
           with
           their
           Bucklers
           stood
           good
           store
           .
        
         
           And
           being
           now
           delivered
           of
           that
           fear
           ,
        
         
         
           From
           out
           the
           Quiver
           takes
           an
           Arrow
           keen
           ,
        
         
           And
           new
           ,
           well
           wing'd
           to
           carry
           mischief
           true
           ,
        
         
           Which
           shot
           before
           that
           time
           had
           never
           been
           .
        
         
           But
           yet
           his
           Vow
           before
           his
           Arrow
           flew
           .
        
         
           Phoebus
           (
           said
           he
           )
           if
           I
           Atrides
           slay
           ;
        
         
           Assoon
           as
           I
           shall
           to
           Zeleia
           come
           ,
        
         
           I
           vow
           unto
           your
           Deity
           to
           pay
        
         
           Of
           my
           first
           yeaned
           Lambs
           an
           Hecatombe
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           his
           breast
           he
           drew
           the
           leather
           string
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Bow
           return'd
           the
           Arrow
           head
           .
        
         
           Out
           leapt
           the
           Shaft
           ,
           and
           as
           it
           went
           did
           sing
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           throng
           ,
           as
           pleas'd
           mans
           blood
           to
           shed
           .
        
         
           And
           
             (
             Menelaus
          
           )
           now
           the
           Gods
           you
           blest
           ,
        
         
           And
           chiefly
           Pallas
           that
           before
           you
           stood
           ;
        
         
           And
           turn'd
           the
           deadly
           Arrow
           from
           your
           breast
           ,
        
         
           About
           as
           much
           as
           a
           kind
           Mother
           cou'd
        
         
           From
           her
           Childs
           face
           divert
           a
           busie
           fly
           ;
        
         
           And
           made
           it
           on
           the
           Golden
           Buckle
           fall
           ,
        
         
           Where
           of
           his
           Breast
           plate
           double
           was
           the
           ply
           .
        
         
           And
           though
           it
           past
           through
           Buckle
           ,
           Plate
           and
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           Girdle
           which
           his
           Coat
           unto
           him
           bound
           ,
        
         
           The
           Shaft
           into
           his
           Body
           penetrated
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           (
           though
           not
           a
           great
           one
           )
           yet
           a
           wound
           ,
        
         
           The
           force
           it
           went
           with
           being
           much
           abated
           .
        
         
           Yet
           out
           the
           blood
           ran
           .
           As
           when
           Ivory
        
         
           Is
           stain'd
           with
           Crimson
           ,
           to
           adorn
           the
           Cheeks
        
         
           Of
           the
           proud
           Steeds
           ,
           and
           please
           the
           Drivers
           eye
           ,
        
         
           Many
           a
           Cavalier
           to
           have
           it
           seeks
           .
        
         
           The
           Dame
           that
           stain'd
           it
           then
           holds
           up
           the
           price
           ,
        
         
           And
           keeps
           it
           by
           her
           as
           a
           precious
           thing
           ;
        
         
           So
           lovely
           seems
           the
           Colour
           to
           her
           eyes
           ,
        
         
           As
           to
           be
           sold
           to
           none
           but
           to
           a
           King.
        
         
           So
           look'd
           his
           body
           when
           the
           streams
           of
           Blood
        
         
           His
           Iv'ry
           Legs
           and
           Insteps
           did
           defile
           .
        
         
           But
           Agamemnon
           stiff
           with
           horror
           stood
           ;
        
         
           And
           so
           did
           Menelaus
           for
           a
           while
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           he
           saw
           the
           Arrow
           Barbs
           appear
        
         
           Above
           the
           Nerve
           ,
           his
           courage
           came
           again
           .
        
         
           But
           Agamemnon
           not
           yet
           out
           of
           fear
           ,
        
         
           Did
           on
           the
           Trojans
           Perjury
           complain
           .
        
         
         
           Brother
           (
           said
           he
           )
           and
           took
           him
           by
           the
           hand
           ,
        
         
           Dear
           Brother
           ,
           't
           is
           the
           Oath
           that
           has
           you
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Making
           you
           thus
           before
           the
           Trojans
           stand
           .
        
         
           But
           sure
           I
           am
           the
           Oath
           cannot
           be
           vain
           ,
        
         
           Confirmed
           with
           so
           great
           solemnity
           .
        
         
           They
           shall
           (
           though
           late
           )
           pay
           for
           it
           with
           their
           lives
           .
        
         
           (
           For
           Jove
           nere
           fails
           to
           punish
           Perjury
           )
        
         
           Both
           they
           themselves
           ,
           their
           children
           and
           their
           wives
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           well
           know
           the
           fatal
           day
           will
           come
        
         
           To
           Priam
           and
           to
           
           Priam's
           people
           all
           .
        
         
           Jove
           will
           his
           black
           Shield
           shake
           ore
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           this
           ugly
           action
           make
           it
           fall
           .
        
         
           This
           
             (
             Menelaus
          
           )
           is
           a
           thing
           to
           come
           .
        
         
           But
           what
           if
           of
           your
           wound
           you
           chance
           to
           dye
           ?
        
         
           The
           Argives
           streight
           will
           think
           of
           going
           home
           .
        
         
           How
           by
           the
           Greeks
           then
           scorned
           shall
           be
           I
           !
        
         
           How
           proud
           will
           Priam
           and
           the
           Trojans
           be
           ,
        
         
           When
           
             Argive
             Helen
          
           shall
           be
           left
           behind
           ,
        
         
           And
           your
           bones
           rotting
           in
           the
           ground
           they
           see
           ,
        
         
           Without
           effecting
           what
           they
           had
           design'd
           ?
        
         
           Some
           trampling
           on
           you
           Grave
           perhaps
           will
           say
           ,
        
         
           Would
           Agamemnon
           thus
           would
           alwaies
           vent
        
         
           His
           Choler
           ,
           as
           he
           now
           has
           done
           at
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Now
           gone
           with
           empty
           Ships
           back
           to
           repent
           ,
        
         
           Leaving
           his
           Brother
           Menelaus
           here
           .
        
         
           Then
           should
           I
           wish
           the
           earth
           would
           swallow
           me
           .
        
         
           But
           Menelaus
           to
           displace
           that
           fear
           ,
        
         
           Fright
           not
           the
           Army
           Brother
           ,
           thus
           said
           he
           .
        
         
           Not
           mortal
           is
           the
           wound
           .
           'Twixt
           me
           and
           death
        
         
           My
           Armour
           and
           the
           Clasps
           stood
           ,
           all
           of
           Brass
           ;
        
         
           Besides
           a
           good
           tough
           Girdle
           underneath
           .
        
         
           Pray
           God't
           be
           true
           (
           said
           he
           to
           Menelaus
           .
           )
        
         
           But
           we
           must
           send
           for
           a
           Chyrurgeon
        
         
           To
           mitigate
           with
           Lenitives
           the
           pain
           .
        
         
           Talthybius
           (
           said
           he
           )
           call
           Machaon
           ,
        
         
           And
           having
           found
           him
           quickly
           come
           again
           .
        
         
           Tell
           him
           he
           must
           to
           Menelaus
           come
           ,
        
         
           Who
           by
           a
           Foe
           is
           with
           an
           Arrow
           shot
           ,
        
         
           Trojan
           or
           Lycian
           ,
           I
           know
           not
           whom
           ,
        
         
           That
           with
           great
           grief
           to
           us
           has
           honour
           got
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Herald
           went
           ,
           and
           look'd
           about
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Troops
           of
           Tricca
           which
           he
           led
           .
        
         
           Nor
           was
           it
           long
           before
           he
           found
           him
           out
        
         
           With
           many
           Targetiers
           environed
           .
        
         
           You
           must
           (
           said
           he
           )
           to
           Menelaus
           come
           ,
        
         
           Who
           by
           some
           Foe
           is
           with
           an
           Arrow
           shot
           ,
        
         
           Trojan
           or
           Lycian
           ,
           I
           know
           not
           whom
           ,
        
         
           That
           (
           with
           great
           grief
           to
           us
           )
           has
           honour
           got
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           Agamemnon
           calls
           you
           .
           Then
           they
           pass
        
         
           Together
           through
           the
           Hoast
           ,
           and
           hastened
        
         
           Till
           they
           were
           come
           where
           Menelaus
           was
        
         
           With
           many
           other
           Lords
           encompassed
           .
        
         
           There
           Machaon
           the
           Arrow
           first
           pulls
           out
           .
        
         
           (
           The
           Barbs
           were
           broken
           as
           they
           came
           away
           )
        
         
           Then
           took
           he
           off
           his
           Armour
           and
           his
           Coat
           .
        
         
           Then
           sucked
           he
           the
           wound
           the
           blood
           to
           stay
           ;
        
         
           And
           laid
           on
           Unguents
           to
           allay
           the
           pain
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           Trojans
           arm'd
           were
           coming
           in
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Greeks
           were
           forc'd
           to
           arm
           again
           .
        
         
           And
           
           Agamemnon's
           vertue
           now
           was
           seen
           .
        
         
           He
           did
           not
           at
           their
           coming
           sleep
           nor
           start
           ,
        
         
           But
           speedily
           prepared
           for
           the
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           a
           Chief
           Commander
           did
           the
           part
           ,
        
         
           His
           own
           Commanders
           first
           to
           disaffright
           .
        
         
           His
           Horses
           and
           his
           Chariot
           he
           sent
           off
           .
        
         
           T'
           Eurymedon
           the
           Son
           of
           Ptolemy
        
         
           The
           Son
           of
           Pirus
           he
           gave
           charge
           thereof
           ,
        
         
           And
           bad
           him
           with
           it
           alwaies
           to
           be
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           To
           use
           when
           labour
           tired
           had
           his
           Knees
           .
        
         
           Through
           the
           great
           Army
           then
           on
           foot
           he
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           where
           them
           hasting
           to
           the
           Fight
           he
           sees
           ,
        
         
           He
           gives
           them
           in
           few
           words
           encouragement
           .
        
         
           On
           Argives
           ,
           and
           be
           sure
           Jove
           never
           fights
        
         
           Against
           good
           men
           for
           such
           perfidious
           knaves
           ,
        
         
           But
           leave
           them
           will
           for
           food
           to
           Dogs
           and
           Kites
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           their
           Foes
           their
           wives
           and
           children
           Slaves
           .
        
         
           But
           where
           he
           saw
           the
           Soldiers
           negligent
           ,
        
         
           His
           admonition
           was
           then
           severe
           .
        
         
           Fie
           Argives
           ,
           what
           d'
           you
           fear
           ?
           To
           what
           intent
           ▪
        
         
           Stand
           you
           thus
           s●aring
           like
           a
           ●●rd
           of
           〈◊〉
           ?
        
         
         
           Just
           like
           so
           many
           Deer
           that
           had
           been
           chased
        
         
           Ore
           some
           great
           Plain
           looking
           about
           they
           stay
           ,
        
         
           So
           stand
           you
           here
           like
           frighted
           Deer
           amazed
           ,
        
         
           Till
           to
           our
           Ships
           come
           down
           the
           Troops
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           To
           try
           if
           Jove
           will
           help
           you
           there
           or
           no.
        
         
           Thus
           he
           commanding
           went
           the
           Hoast
           throughout
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           the
           martial
           Cretans
           he
           came
           to
           ,
        
         
           Where
           armed
           stood
           Idomeneus
           stout
           .
        
         
           (
           Meriones
           the
           Rear
           led
           ,
           he
           the
           Van
           )
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           lo●k'd
           on
           them
           with
           joy
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           Idomeneus
           thus
           began
           .
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           Greeks
           that
           me
           assist
           at
           Troy
        
         
           I
           value
           you
           the
           most
           ,
           both
           in
           the
           War
        
         
           And
           otherwise
           .
           And
           when
           at
           Feast
           we
           drink
           ,
        
         
           Other
           mens
           Cups
           by
           measure
           stinted
           are
           ,
        
         
           But
           yours
           ,
           as
           mine
           ,
           stands
           alwaies
           full
           to
           th'brink
           .
        
         
           The
           King
           of
           Creete
           reply'd
           ,
           I
           shall
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Continue
           still
           your
           good
           Confederate
           ,
        
         
           As
           heretofore
           I
           promis'd
           you
           to
           be
           .
        
         
           But
           go
           ,
           and
           th'
           other
           Leaders
           animate
           ,
        
         
           That
           we
           may
           with
           the
           Trojans
           quickly
           fight
           .
        
         
           Then
           wo
           be
           to
           them
           ,
           sure
           they
           are
           to
           die
        
         
           Who
           of
           the
           Gods
           and
           Sacred
           Oaths
           make
           light
           .
        
         
           Then
           on
           went
           Agamemnon
           joyfully
           ;
        
         
           And
           came
           to
           th'
           Quarters
           of
           the
           Ajaxes
           ,
        
         
           There
           armed
           both
           compleat
           ,
           and
           followed
        
         
           With
           a
           huge
           multitude
           of
           Greeks
           he
           sees
           ,
        
         
           And
           ready
           to
           the
           Battle
           to
           be
           led
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Shepherd
           from
           a
           Hill
           espies
        
         
           A
           full-charg'd
           Cloud
           march
           tow'rds
           him
           in
           the
           Deep
           ,
        
         
           It
           seems
           as
           black
           as
           Pitch
           unto
           his
           eyes
           ,
        
         
           And
           makes
           him
           seek
           a
           shelter
           for
           his
           Sheep
           ;
        
         
           So
           black
           the
           Squadrons
           of
           the
           Ajaxes
           ,
        
         
           And
           horrible
           with
           thick
           and
           upright
           Spears
        
         
           T'
           Atrides
           seem
           ,
           and
           well
           it
           did
           him
           please
           ,
        
         
           And
           both
           of
           them
           he
           thus
           commends
           and
           chears
           .
        
         
           O
           Ajaxes
           expect
           not
           I
           should
           bid
        
         
           You
           hearten
           up
           your
           Army
           for
           the
           fight
           ;
        
         
           'T
           is
           done
           so
           well
           already
           there
           's
           no
           need
           .
        
         
           O
           
             Jove
             ,
             Apollo
             ,
             Pallas
          
           ,
           that
           I
           might
        
         
         
           Find
           all
           the
           other
           Leaders
           such
           as
           you
           ,
        
         
           We
           should
           not
           need
           from
           Argos
           long
           to
           stay
        
         
           Ere
           we
           the
           Town
           of
           Priam
           should
           subdue
        
         
           And
           rifle
           .
           And
           this
           said
           ,
           he
           went
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           came
           to
           Nestor
           ,
           who
           was
           ordering
        
         
           His
           Troops
           and
           Bands
           of
           Horse
           and
           Foot
           ,
           each
           one
        
         
           Against
           the
           Enemy
           encouraging
           .
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           stood
           
             Alastor
             ,
             Pelagon
          
           ,
        
         
           Haemon
           ,
           and
           Chromius
           ,
           skilful
           men
           in
           War.
        
         
           I'
           th'
           Front
           the
           Charrets
           and
           the
           Horsmen
           were
           .
        
         
           The
           most
           and
           best
           Infantry
           placed
           are
        
         
           (
           A
           Hedg
           unto
           the
           Battle
           in
           the
           Rear
           .
           )
        
         
           The
           middle
           Ranks
           were
           filled
           up
           with
           those
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           whose
           courage
           he
           did
           least
           rely
           .
        
         
           For
           these
           would
           fight
           because
           they
           could
           not
           chuse
           ;
        
         
           Since
           they
           could
           neither
           back
           nor
           forward
           fly
           .
        
         
           And
           Nestor
           to
           the
           Horsmen
           spake
           .
           Let
           none
           ,
        
         
           Said
           he
           ,
           before
           another
           go
           ,
           to
           shew
        
         
           His
           Manhood
           or
           his
           Skill
           .
           But
           all
           go
           on
        
         
           At
           once
           .
           To
           single
           is
           to
           weaken
           you
           .
        
         
           Further
           ,
           If
           any
           of
           you
           should
           have
           need
        
         
           To
           mount
           into
           anothers
           Chariot
           ,
        
         
           There
           let
           him
           use
           his
           Spear
           ;
           but
           still
           take
           heed
        
         
           That
           with
           the
           Horses
           Reins
           he
           meddle
           not
           .
        
         
           Our
           Fathers
           have
           before
           us
           us'd
           these
           Laws
           ,
        
         
           And
           thereby
           many
           Cities
           level
           laid
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Nestor
           taught
           them
           .
           Glad
           Atrides
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           great
           approbation
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           Nestor
           ,
           that
           your
           Arms
           were
           but
           as
           strong
        
         
           As
           is
           your
           Mind
           !
           But
           they
           're
           decay'd
           by
           age
           .
        
         
           Or
           could
           you
           give
           your
           age
           to
           some
           man
           young
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           youngest
           of
           the
           Foes
           engage
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           (
           then
           said
           Nestor
           )
           so
           wish
           I.
        
         
           Would
           I
           were
           as
           when
           Ereuthalyon
        
         
           I
           slew
           .
           But
           Gods
           gifts
           come
           successively
           .
        
         
           I
           then
           was
           young
           ;
           and
           age
           is
           now
           come
           our
        
         
           But
           as
           I
           am
           I
           'le
           ride
           amongst
           my
           horse
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           becomes
           an
           Old-man
           ,
           give
           advice
           ,
        
         
           While
           they
           that
           may
           presume
           upon
           their
           force
           ,
        
         
           With
           Spear
           in
           hand
           charge
           on
           their
           Enemies
           .
        
         
         
           Atrides
           pass'd
           on
           to
           th'
           Athenians
        
         
           That
           by
           Menestheus
           commanded
           were
           .
        
         
           And
           by
           these
           stood
           the
           Cephalonians
        
         
           Ulysses
           Bands
           .
           Neither
           of
           these
           did
           hear
        
         
           The
           clamour
           of
           the
           Battle
           new
           begun
           ,
        
         
           But
           stood
           unmov'd
           ,
           because
           they
           did
           expect
        
         
           Some
           greater
           Troop
           of
           Greeks
           should
           first
           fall
           on
           .
        
         
           For
           this
           Atrides
           grievously
           them
           check't
           .
        
         
           Menestheus
           (
           said
           he
           )
           Son
           of
           a
           King
           ,
        
         
           And
           you
           the
           crafty
           man
           Ulysses
           ,
           why
        
         
           When
           you
           your
           men
           should
           to
           the
           Battle
           bring
           ,
        
         
           Stand
           you
           here
           shrinking
           from
           the
           Enemy
           ?
        
         
           You
           hear
           the
           first
           when
           there
           will
           be
           a
           Feast
           ,
        
         
           And
           stay
           for
           no
           man.
           For
           your
           Messes
           are
        
         
           Greater
           than
           other
           mens
           ;
           your
           Wine
           the
           best
           ,
        
         
           And
           without
           stint
           .
           And
           therefore
           in
           the
           War
        
         
           You
           should
           strive
           who
           should
           be
           the
           first
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           though
           ten
           Troops
           were
           before
           you
           there
           ,
        
         
           You
           would
           not
           be
           displeased
           with
           the
           sight
           .
        
         
           These
           words
           came
           harshly
           to
           Ulysses
           ear
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           frowning
           look
           ,
           What
           's
           this
           (
           said
           he
           )
        
         
           Are
           we
           not
           making
           all
           the
           haste
           we
           can
           ?
        
         
           Telemachus
           his
           Father
           you
           shall
           see
        
         
           By
           and
           by
           fighting
           in
           the
           Trojan
           Van
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           this
           reprehension
           needless
           was
           .
        
         
           But
           Agamemnon
           smiling
           then
           reply'd
           ,
        
         
           (
           Seeing
           his
           Censure
           did
           not
           kindly
           pass
           )
        
         
           Noble
           Ulysses
           ,
           I
           meant
           not
           to
           chide
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           to
           direct
           you
           ,
           that
           so
           skilful
           are
           .
        
         
           For
           we
           are
           both
           of
           us
           of
           the
           same
           mind
           .
        
         
           What
           's
           said
           amiss
           I
           shall
           again
           repair
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           it
           now
           away
           go
           with
           the
           wind
           .
        
         
           Then
           on
           he
           went
           and
           came
           to
           Diomed
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           mounted
           on
           his
           Chariot
           he
           found
        
         
           With
           Capaneus
           Son
           accompanied
           ,
        
         
           And
           other
           Lords
           that
           him
           encompass'd
           round
           .
        
         
           Ay
           me
           ,
           Tydides
           ,
           wherefore
           stand
           you
           thus
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           you
           for
           some
           Bridge
           did
           look
           about
           .
        
         
           You
           do
           not
           as
           your
           Father
           Tydeus
           ,
        
         
           Who
           still
           before
           his
           fellows
           leaped
           ou●
           .
        
         
         
           So
           said
           they
           that
           had
           seen
           him
           at
           the
           War
           ,
        
         
           Which
           I
           did
           not
           ,
           but
           take
           it
           upon
           fame
           ,
        
         
           Which
           him
           above
           the
           rest
           preferred
           far
           .
        
         
           But
           certain
           't
           is
           he
           to
           Mycena
           came
        
         
           With
           Polynices
           to
           desire
           their
           aid
        
         
           Against
           the
           Thebans
           .
           And
           they
           willingly
        
         
           Had
           granted
           it
           ,
           but
           that
           they
           were
           afraid
           .
        
         
           For
           Jove
           forbad
           them
           by
           a
           Prodigy
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           Brook
           Asopus
           back
           they
           went
           ,
        
         
           Which
           doth
           the
           Theban
           Territory
           bound
           .
        
         
           To
           Tydeus
           the
           Greeks
           a
           letter
           sent
        
         
           To
           enter
           Thebes
           ,
           and
           terms
           of
           Peace
           propound
           .
        
         
           To
           Thebes
           he
           went
           ,
           and
           with
           Eteocles
        
         
           He
           found
           the
           chief
           o'
           th'
           Thebans
           at
           a
           Feast
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           all
           manly
           Games
           the
           Prize
           with
           ease
           ,
        
         
           By
           Pallas
           help
           ,
           he
           carry'd
           from
           the
           best
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           for
           spight
           they
           sent
           out
           Fifty
           men
        
         
           With
           Maeon
           Haemon's
           Son
           ,
           and
           Lycophon
        
         
           To
           murder
           him
           as
           he
           went
           back
           agen
           ,
        
         
           Slain
           by
           Tydeus
           they
           were
           all
           but
           one
           .
        
         
           For
           he
           sav'd
           Maeon
           (
           warned
           by
           the
           Gods
           )
        
         
           Such
           Tydeus
           was
           ,
           but
           left
           a
           Son
           behind
        
         
           That
           less
           could
           do
           ,
           but
           for
           words
           had
           the
           odds
           .
        
         
           But
           valiant
           Diomed
           Reply
           declin'd
           ,
        
         
           Who
           gave
           t'
           Atrides
           what
           respect
           was
           due
           .
        
         
           The
           other
           answer'd
           him
           with
           language
           rude
           .
        
         
           You
           say
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           what
           you
           know
           is
           not
           true
           .
        
         
           We
           than
           our
           Fathers
           there
           more
           manhood
           shew'd
           .
        
         
           For
           we
           with
           fewer
           men
           proud
           Thebes
           did
           gain
           ,
        
         
           By
           
           Jove's
           help
           ,
           and
           Observances
           divine
           ,
        
         
           Whilst
           the
           Cadmeans
           for
           their
           pride
           were
           slain
           .
        
         
           How
           from
           our
           Fathers
           then
           do
           we
           decline
           ?
        
         
           But
           streight
           reprov'd
           he
           was
           by
           Diomed.
        
         
           My
           friend
           (
           said
           he
           )
           are
           you
           more
           griev'd
           than
           I
           ?
        
         
           VVould
           you
           not
           have
           the
           Army
           ordered
           ?
        
         
           Atrides
           both
           i'
           th'
           loss
           and
           victory
        
         
           Is
           most
           concern'd
           .
           Let
           us
           of
           Battle
           think
           ,
        
         
           And
           down
           he
           leapt
           ,
           assoon
           as
           that
           was
           said
           ,
        
         
           In
           compleat
           Arms
           ,
           with
           such
           a
           sudden
           chink
           ,
        
         
           As
           might
           a
           constant
           man
           have
           made
           afraid
           .
        
         
         
           As
           when
           the
           Billows
           of
           the
           Sea
           rais'd
           high
        
         
           By
           some
           great
           wind
           go
           rolling
           to
           the
           Shore
           ,
        
         
           And
           follow
           one
           another
           to
           the
           Dry
           ,
        
         
           There
           stop'd
           and
           broken
           are
           ,
           and
           foam
           and
           roar
           :
        
         
           So
           then
           the
           Greeks
           up
           to
           the
           Trojans
           come
           ,
        
         
           Obeying
           each
           his
           Leader
           silently
           .
        
         
           (
           You
           would
           have
           thought
           them
           ,
           though
           so
           many
           )
           dumb
           ,
        
         
           In
           glittering
           Arms
           ,
           and
           glorious
           to
           the
           eye
           .
        
         
           On
           th'
           other
           side
           the
           Trojans
           made
           a
           noise
           ,
        
         
           Like
           Ews
           a
           milking
           kept
           off
           from
           their
           Lambs
        
         
           When
           in
           the
           field
           abroad
           they
           hear
           their
           cries
           ,
        
         
           And
           they
           again
           bleat
           back
           unto
           their
           Dams
           .
        
         
           But
           did
           not
           one
           another
           understand
           ;
        
         
           For
           few
           there
           were
           whose
           Language
           was
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           Some
           were
           of
           one
           ,
           some
           of
           another
           Land
           ,
        
         
           And
           most
           of
           them
           from
           far
           off
           thither
           came
           .
        
         
           Pallas
           the
           
             Greeks
             ,
             Mars
             Trojans
          
           favoured
           .
        
         
           Then
           Fright
           came
           in
           ,
           with
           (
           Mars
           his
           sister
           )
           Strife
           ,
        
         
           Little
           when
           born
           ,
           but
           grew
           until
           her
           Head
        
         
           Was
           in
           the
           Clouds
           ;
           for
           she
           grows
           all
           her
           life
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           the
           Armies
           were
           together
           near
           ,
        
         
           Then
           Man
           to
           Man
           came
           close
           ,
           and
           Shield
           to
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           And
           mingled
           in
           the
           Front
           was
           Spear
           with
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           horrible
           the
           noise
           was
           in
           the
           field
           ;
        
         
           Wh●lst
           some
           insult
           ,
           and
           others
           groaning
           dye
           .
        
         
           And
           th'
           earth
           they
           stood
           on
           cover'd
           was
           with
           blood
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           great
           Torrents
           from
           the
           Mountains
           high
        
         
           Pour
           down
           into
           the
           Valley
           a
           great
           flood
           ;
        
         
           The
           Streams
           through
           thousand
           Channels
           falling
           roar
           ;
        
         
           The
           trembling
           Shepherds
           hear
           it
           to
           the
           Hills
           .
        
         
           So
           much
           the
           noise
           o'
           th'
           Battle
           the
           Air
           tore
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           Region
           with
           terror
           fills
           .
        
         
           A
           Trojan
           was
           the
           first
           man
           that
           was
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Echepolus
           Son
           of
           Thalysias
           .
        
         
           He
           smote
           was
           with
           a
           Spear
           into
           the
           Brain
           ;
        
         
           Antilochus
           the
           man
           that
           smote
           him
           was
           .
        
         
           His
           Armour
           ratled
           on
           him
           as
           he
           fell
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           some
           Tow'r
           had
           fall'n
           .
           But
           then
           Elphenor
        
         
           (
           To
           strip
           him
           of
           his
           Arms
           that
           hoped
           well
           )
        
         
           Dragging
           him
           off
           was
           killed
           by
           Agenor
           .
        
         
         
           For
           whilst
           in
           stooping
           he
           his
           Flank
           unhides
           .
        
         
           Agenor
           quickly
           his
           advantage
           spyes
           ,
        
         
           And
           pierc'd
           him
           with
           his
           Spear
           through
           both
           his
           Sides
           .
        
         
           Then
           down
           he
           fell
           ,
           and
           darkness
           seiz'd
           his
           eyes
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           about
           his
           body
           rose
           great
           strife
           ,
        
         
           And
           one
           upon
           another
           falling
           on
           ,
        
         
           
           Anthemon's
           Son
           ,
           a
           fair
           youth
           lost
           his
           life
           ,
        
         
           Slain
           by
           great
           Ajax
           Son
           of
           Telamon
           ,
        
         
           And
           Simoisius
           called
           was
           by
           name
           ,
        
         
           'Cause
           born
           upon
           the
           Bank
           of
           Simois
           ,
        
         
           Whither
           from
           Ida
           both
           his
           Parents
           came
        
         
           To
           view
           their
           Flocks
           ,
           lest
           ought
           should
           be
           amiss
           .
        
         
           But
           had
           no
           joy
           of
           him
           .
           He
           was
           unblest
        
         
           To
           be
           the
           first
           that
           came
           in
           Ajax
           way
           ,
        
         
           Who
           smote
           him
           with
           his
           Spear
           quite
           through
           the
           breast
           .
        
         
           There
           dead
           he
           fell
           ,
           and
           by
           the
           River
           lay
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           man
           has
           fell'd
           a
           Poplar-Tree
        
         
           Tall
           ,
           streight
           and
           smooth
           ,
           with
           many
           fair
           boughs
           on
           ,
        
         
           Of
           which
           he
           meant
           a
           Cart-wheel
           made
           shall
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           leaves
           it
           on
           the
           Bank
           to
           dry
           i'
           th'
           Sun
           ;
        
         
           So
           lay
           the
           comely
           Simoisius
        
         
           Slain
           by
           great
           Ajax
           Son
           of
           Telamon
           .
        
         
           At
           Ajax
           then
           a
           Spear
           threw
           Antiphus
           ,
        
         
           Bright-armed
           Antiphus
           ,
           King
           
           Priam's
           Son.
        
         
           Death
           the
           Spear
           carries
           ,
           but
           of
           Ajax
           misses
           ,
        
         
           And
           deadly
           wounds
           the
           Groin
           of
           Leucus
           bold
           ,
        
         
           And
           well
           beloved
           Soldier
           of
           Ulysses
           ,
        
         
           Who
           dragg'd
           the
           dead
           ,
           but
           now
           le
           ts
           go
           his
           hold
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           angry
           that
           his
           friend
           was
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Went
           out
           before
           the
           rest
           ,
           and
           coming
           close
        
         
           To
           th'
           Trojan
           front
           ,
           some
           fit
           revenge
           to
           gain
           .
        
         
           Democoon
           ,
           King
           
           Priam's
           Son
           he
           chose
           ,
        
         
           (
           A
           lawful
           Son
           where
           Nature
           is
           the
           Law
           )
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           when
           they
           saw
           him
           look
           about
           ,
        
         
           Into
           the
           shelter
           of
           the
           Ranks
           withdraw
           .
        
         
           Then
           soon
           his
           Spear
           Democoon
           pickt
           out
           .
        
         
           And
           through
           both
           Temples
           forward
           went
           the
           head
           .
        
         
           Then
           heavily
           he
           falls
           ,
           his
           Armour
           chinks
           ,
        
         
           His
           Eyes
           with
           endless
           night
           are
           covered
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hector
           with
           his
           Trojans
           from
           him
           shrinks
           .
        
         
         
           The
           Greeks
           then
           shouted
           ,
           and
           drew
           off
           their
           slain
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           Trojans
           pressing
           further
           were
           .
        
         
           But
           then
           Apollo
           cryed
           out
           amain
        
         
           From
           Pergam
           Tow'r
           ,
           O
           Trojans
           ,
           what
           d'
           ye
           fear
           ?
        
         
           Go
           on
           upon
           the
           Greeks
           ;
           no
           more
           give
           way
           .
        
         
           Their
           Bodies
           neither
           are
           of
           Stone
           nor
           Steel
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           able
           are
           the
           force
           of
           Brass
           to
           stay
           .
        
         
           No
           less
           than
           you
           the
           wounds
           it
           makes
           they
           feel
           .
        
         
           Nor
           fights
           Achilles
           here
           ,
           but
           angry
           lyes
           ,
        
         
           And
           wishes
           that
           the
           Greeks
           were
           overthrown
           .
        
         
           So
           Phoebus
           .
           'Mongst
           the
           
             Argives
             Pallas
          
           flies
           ,
        
         
           Through
           Ranks
           and
           Files
           encouraging
           each
           one
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Diores
           slain
           was
           with
           a
           stone
           ,
        
         
           By
           Pyros
           whom
           the
           Thracians
           obey'd
           .
        
         
           Crusht
           of
           his
           Right
           Leg
           was
           the
           Ankle-bone
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           dust
           upon
           his
           Back
           was
           lay'd
        
         
           Unto
           his
           fellows
           holding
           up
           his
           hands
           .
        
         
           Ready
           to
           dye
           he
           for
           assistance
           cries
           .
        
         
           Piros
           comes
           quickly
           in
           ,
           and
           ore
           him
           stands
           ,
        
         
           And
           wounds
           him
           in
           the
           Belly
           .
           Then
           he
           dies
           .
        
         
           But
           Thoas
           then
           slew
           Pyros
           with
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           That
           pass'd
           his
           Breast
           till
           in
           his
           Lungs
           it
           stopt
           .
        
         
           Then
           coming
           in
           he
           drew
           his
           Sword
           ,
           and
           there
        
         
           His
           Belly
           ript
           till
           out
           his
           Bowels
           dropt
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           disarm
           him
           could
           not
           stay
           ,
           because
        
         
           So
           many
           Thracians
           about
           him
           stood
           .
        
         
           Then
           back
           retir'd
           he
           ,
           and
           well
           pelted
           was
           ,
        
         
           Leaving
           two
           Leaders
           wrapt
           in
           dust
           and
           blood
           ,
        
         
           One
           an
           Epeian
           ,
           th'
           other
           Thracian
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           others
           lying
           by
           them
           dead
           .
        
         
           This
           Battle
           was
           well
           fought
           .
           Although
           a
           man
        
         
           Through
           both
           the
           Armies
           safely
           had
           been
           led
        
         
           By
           Pallas
           ,
           and
           protected
           by
           her
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           He
           had
           no
           want
           of
           courage
           seen
           that
           day
           ,
        
         
           So
           many
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           in
           the
           field
        
         
           Depriv'd
           of
           Life
           by
           one
           another
           lay
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           V.
           
        
         
           ANd
           Pallas
           now
           t'ennoble
           Diomed
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           with
           force
           did
           him
           inspire
           ,
        
         
           Whereby
           his
           heart
           and
           hands
           were
           strengthened
           ;
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           Shield
           and
           Helmet
           stood
           a
           Fire
        
         
           Bright
           as
           th'
           Autumnal
           Star
           above
           his
           Head
        
         
           And
           Shoulders
           flaming
           .
           And
           straightway
           he
           runs
        
         
           (
           Set
           on
           by
           Pallas
           and
           encouraged
           )
        
         
           Into
           the
           throng
           ,
           where
           were
           the
           two
           good
           Sons
        
         
           Of
           Dares
           ,
           who
           was
           
           Vulcan's
           Priest.
           Well
           skill'd
        
         
           They
           both
           were
           in
           the
           War.
           Idaeus
           one
           ,
        
         
           The
           other
           Phegus
           .
           These
           seeing
           him
           i'
           th'
           field
        
         
           On
           foot
           ,
           and
           not
           far
           from
           them
           ,
           and
           alone
           ,
        
         
           Met
           him
           ;
           and
           Phegus
           threw
           ,
           but
           hit
           him
           not
           .
        
         
           For
           ore
           his
           shoulder
           flew
           the
           Spear
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           Then
           Diomedes
           threw
           ,
           and
           Phegus
           smote
           ,
        
         
           Clean
           through
           the
           Breast
           .
           When
           Phegus
           thus
           was
           slain
        
         
           Down
           leapt
           Idaeus
           from
           the
           Chariot
           ;
        
         
           But
           durst
           not
           by
           his
           Brothers
           body
           stay
           .
        
         
           For
           if
           he
           had
           ,
           the
           like
           Fate
           he
           had
           got
           .
        
         
           But
           Vulcan
           in
           a
           smoak
           took
           him
           away
           ,
        
         
           Not
           willing
           that
           his
           Priest
           should
           childless
           dye
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           to
           the
           Ships
           the
           Horses
           sent
           .
        
         
           To
           see
           these
           two
           ,
           one
           slain
           ,
           the
           other
           fly
           ,
        
         
           To
           the
           proud
           Trojans
           very
           hearts
           it
           went.
        
         
           But
           Pallas
           then
           took
           Mars
           by
           th'
           hand
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Mars
           ,
           bloody
           Mars
           ,
           to
           what
           end
           stay
           we
           here
           ?
        
         
           Let
           's
           Neuters
           be
           .
           For
           I
           am
           much
           afraid
        
         
           We
           both
           shall
           too
           much
           anger
           Jupiter
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           she
           led
           him
           out
           ,
           and
           set
           him
           on
        
         
           Scamander
           bank
           .
           And
           then
           the
           Trojans
           fled
        
         
           Before
           the
           Greeks
           .
           Each
           Leader
           killed
           one
           ,
        
         
           Pressing
           them
           at
           their
           backs
           uncovered
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           Dalius
           first
           his
           Charret
           turn'd
           about
           ,
        
         
           And
           open
           lay
           to
           
           Agamemnon's
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Which
           in
           at
           's
           Back
           ,
           and
           at
           his
           Breast
           went
           out
           .
        
         
           Down
           fell
           the
           Alizonian
           Charioteer
           .
        
         
           Idomeneus
           slew
           Phaestus
           with
           a
           thrust
           ,
        
         
           As
           up
           into
           his
           Charriot
           he
           went
           ▪
        
         
           The
           Spear
           at
           the
           right
           shoulder
           pa●●ed
           iust
           ,
        
         
           And
           back
           again
           unto
           the
           earth
           him
           sent
           .
        
         
           And
           Menelaus
           slew
           Scamandrius
           ,
        
         
           That
           well
           the
           Art
           of
           Hunting
           understood
           .
        
         
           I'
           th'
           Hills
           and
           Woods
           none
           was
           more
           dexterous
           .
        
         
           But
           Dian
           '
           ,
           and
           his
           skill
           did
           him
           no
           good
           .
        
         
           For
           Menelaus
           pierc'd
           him
           back
           and
           Breast
        
         
           Between
           the
           Shoulders
           with
           a
           deadly
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           down
           he
           tumbled
           of
           life
           dispossest
           ,
        
         
           His
           eyes
           with
           endless
           darkness
           covered
           were
           .
        
         
           Meriones
           slew
           Ph●riclus
           the
           Son
        
         
           Of
           Harmonides
           the
           great
           Architect
        
         
           That
           (
           but
           by
           Pallas
           )
           taught
           had
           been
           by
           none
           .
        
         
           But
           of
           his
           Art
           unhappy
           was
           th'
           effect
           .
        
         
           'T
           was
           he
           that
           built
           those
           Ships
           for
           Alexander
           ,
        
         
           That
           brought
           with
           him
           so
           much
           ill
           luck
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           himself
           ,
           and
           to
           his
           chief
           Commander
           ;
        
         
           Not
           knowing
           what
           the
           Oracles
           did
           say
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           ,
           as
           from
           the
           Fight
           he
           fled
           ,
           was
           here
        
         
           Ore
           taken
           by
           Meriones
           ,
           and
           slain
           .
        
         
           At
           his
           right
           Buttock
           entered
           the
           Spear
           ;
        
         
           And
           at
           his
           Groin
           the
           point
           came
           out
           again
           .
        
         
           
             Meges
             Pedaeus
          
           slew
           ,
           
           Antenor's
           Son
           ,
        
         
           Though
           not
           his
           Wives
           ,
           yet
           was
           his
           Wife
           so
           kind
        
         
           T'
           Antenor
           ,
           that
           she
           bred
           him
           as
           her
           own
           ,
        
         
           And
           lookt
           upon
           him
           with
           a
           Mothers
           mind
        
         
           Him
           Meges
           overtaking
           as
           he
           fled
        
         
           Slew
           with
           his
           strong
           sharp-pointed
           Spear
           ,
           which
           lighting
        
         
           Behind
           upon
           the
           noddle
           of
           his
           Head
           ,
        
         
           Forward
           he
           fell
           the
           senseless
           weapon
           b●●ing
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Eurypylus
           Euaemon's
           Son
        
         
           Hypsenor
           slew
           ,
           new
           made
           
           Scamander's
           Priest
           ,
        
         
           That
           from
           him
           ,
           but
           not
           fast
           enough
           ,
           did
           run
           .
        
         
           Eurypylus
           shav'd
           off
           his
           Hand
           at
           th'
           Wrist
           .
        
         
         
           For
           at
           his
           Shoulder
           though
           he
           aim'd
           the
           stroak
           ,
        
         
           The
           quick
           Sword
           finding
           there
           the
           Brass
           resist
           ▪
        
         
           Slipt
           down
           unto
           his
           hand
           with
           force
           unbroke
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           in
           streams
           of
           blood
           his
           Soul
           dismist
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           Tydides
           like
           a
           man
           enraged
        
         
           Ran
           up
           and
           down
           the
           field
           .
           One
           could
           not
           know
        
         
           With
           whom
           and
           where
           he
           was
           in
           fight
           engaged
           ,
        
         
           Whether
           amongst
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           or
           with
           the
           Foe
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Torrent
           falling
           from
           the
           Hills
        
         
           Distends
           it self
           with
           fury
           on
           the
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           And
           suddenly
           the
           River
           overfills
           ,
        
         
           Supply'd
           by
           Jove
           with
           mighty
           showers
           of
           Rain
           ,
        
         
           And
           beareth
           down
           the
           Bridges
           as
           it
           goes
           ,
        
         
           No
           fence
           of
           Vineyard
           can
           against
           it
           stand
           ;
        
         
           But
           all
           the
           husbandry
           of
           men
           orethrows
           ,
        
         
           And
           uncontrolled
           passes
           ore
           their
           land
           :
        
         
           Tydides
           so
           brake
           through
           each
           Trojan
           band
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           them
           fly
           before
           him
           as
           he
           went.
        
         
           And
           Pandarus
           then
           took
           his
           Bow
           in
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           a
           sharp
           Arrow
           from
           it
           to
           him
           sent
           .
        
         
           Which
           pass'd
           through
           the
           right
           shoulder
           of
           his
           Coat
        
         
           Of
           Mail
           ,
           and
           fetcht
           the
           blood
           ,
           and
           with
           great
           joy
        
         
           Trojans
           (
           cry'd
           he
           )
           no
           more
           stand
           so
           remote
           .
        
         
           For
           wounded
           is
           the
           stoutest
           foe
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           long
           he
           cannot
           the
           sore
           pain
           endure
           ,
        
         
           Unless
           my
           faith
           in
           Phoebus
           be
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           Thus
           said
           he
           bo●sting
           .
           For
           he
           thought
           't
           was
           sure
        
         
           The
           wound
           was
           mortal
           ,
           and
           Tydides
           slain
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           to
           his
           Charre
           did
           then
           retreat
           ,
        
         
           And
           Sthenelus
           alighting
           on
           the
           ground
        
         
           (
           For
           sitting
           he
           was
           on
           the
           Charret-seat
           )
        
         
           Drew
           out
           the
           cruel
           Arrow
           from
           the
           wound
           .
        
         
           And
           out
           the
           blood
           gusht
           .
           Then
           Tydides
           pray'd
           ,
        
         
           O
           Pallas
           ,
           Jove's
           all-conquering
           Child
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           If
           ere
           you
           did
           me
           or
           my
           Father
           ayd
           ,
        
         
           Within
           my
           Spears
           reach
           let
           me
           this
           man
           see
           ,
        
         
           That
           with
           his
           Arrow
           me
           prevented
           has
           ,
        
         
           And
           boasting
           says
           ,
           I
           have
           not
           long
           to
           live
           .
        
         
           Athena
           to
           his
           wish
           indulgent
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           did
           more
           strength
           and
           courage
           give
           .
        
         
         
           Fear
           not
           (
           said
           she
           )
           to
           go
           into
           the
           throng
           ,
        
         
           And
           charge
           i'
           th'
           thickest
           of
           the
           Enemies
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           have
           made
           thee
           as
           thy
           Father
           strong
           ,
        
         
           And
           taken
           have
           the
           mist
           off
           from
           thy
           eyes
           ,
        
         
           That
           thou
           mayst
           see
           who
           Gods
           are
           ,
           who
           are
           men
           .
        
         
           If
           any
           God
           oppose
           thee
           ,
           give
           him
           way
           ,
        
         
           Except
           if
           Venus
           thou
           encounter
           ,
           then
        
         
           Spare
           her
           no
           more
           than
           Mortals
           in
           the
           Fray.
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           away
           the
           goddess
           Pallas
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           Diomed
           went
           to
           the
           fight
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           though
           before
           he
           were
           upon
           it
           bent
           ,
        
         
           His
           courage
           now
           was
           trebled
           by
           his
           pain
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Shepherd
           sees
           a
           Lion
           come
           ,
        
         
           And
           wounds
           him
           slightly
           as
           he
           leaps
           the
           Pen
           ;
        
         
           Then
           leaves
           his
           Sheep
           ,
           and
           frighted
           runneth
           home
           ,
        
         
           And
           dares
           not
           in
           the
           field
           appear
           agen
           ;
        
         
           The
           Lion
           now
           made
           fiercer
           than
           before
           ,
        
         
           Laies
           all
           his
           Sheep
           one
           by
           another
           dead
           ,
        
         
           And
           back
           again
           the
           Pen
           once
           more
           leaps
           ore
           :
        
         
           So
           rag'd
           amongst
           the
           
             Trojans
             Diomed.
          
        
         
           Astyno●s
           there
           ,
           and
           Hypenor
           dy'd
           ;
        
         
           One
           through
           the
           Breast
           he
           pierced
           with
           his
           Spear
           ;
        
         
           And
           th'
           others
           Head
           did
           from
           his
           Neck
           divide
        
         
           With
           his
           broad
           Sword.
           And
           slain
           he
           left
           them
           there
           .
        
         
           And
           overtook
           Abas
           and
           Poly●ide
        
         
           Sons
           of
           Eurydamas
           ,
           who
           could
           tell
           what
        
         
           Upon
           a
           Dream
           should
           to
           a
           man
           betide
           ,
        
         
           And
           slew
           them
           both
           .
           No
           Dream
           had
           told
           him
           that
           .
        
         
           Thoon
           and
           Xanthus
           then
           he
           followed
        
         
           Phaenops
           two
           Sons
           ,
           gotten
           when
           he
           was
           old
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           them
           both
           the
           vital
           Blood
           did
           shed
           .
        
         
           Th'
           Estate
           to
           strangers
           came
           to
           have
           and
           hold
           .
        
         
           Then
           Chromius
           and
           Echemon
           he
           slew
           ,
        
         
           Two
           Sons
           of
           Priam
           in
           one
           Chariot
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           from
           the
           seat
           unto
           the
           ground
           he
           threw
           ,
        
         
           And
           till
           he
           had
           disarm'd
           them
           left
           them
           not
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Ships
           he
           sent
           away
           the
           Horses
           .
        
         
           Aeneas
           seeing
           how
           he
           disarray'd
        
         
           Before
           him
           as
           he
           went
           the
           Trojan
           forces
           ,
        
         
           Sought
           Pa●darus
           ,
           and
           having
           found
           him
           ,
           said
           ,
        
         
         
           Lycaons
           Son
           ,
           where
           are
           thy
           Shafts
           and
           Bow
           ,
        
         
           And
           Skill
           ,
           wherein
           the
           Lycians
           yield
           to
           thee
           ?
        
         
           See
           you
           the
           man
           that
           rages
           yonder
           now
           ?
        
         
           Aim
           a
           Shaft
           at
           him
           whosoere
           he
           be
           .
        
         
           For
           many
           valiant
           Trojans
           he
           has
           slain
           .
        
         
           (
           Unless
           he
           be
           one
           of
           the
           Gods
           above
        
         
           Neglected
           by
           us
           )
           't
           will
           not
           be
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           Shoot
           boldly
           then
           ,
           but
           first
           invoking
           Jove
           .
        
         
           Then
           Pandarus
           replying
           ,
           to
           him
           said
           ;
        
         
           'T
           is
           Diomed
           as
           far
           as
           can
           be
           guess'd
           .
        
         
           His
           Horses
           ,
           and
           his
           Shield
           I
           have
           survay'd
           .
        
         
           And
           pleated
           Horse-hair
           hanging
           at
           his
           Crest
           .
        
         
           Though
           it
           be
           he
           ,
           as
           I
           believe
           it
           is
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           sure
           some
           God
           does
           on
           his
           Shoulders
           sit
           .
        
         
           For
           else
           of
           killing
           him
           how
           could
           I
           miss
           ,
        
         
           When
           I
           his
           Shoulder
           with
           my
           Arrow
           hit
           ?
        
         
           For
           I
           one
           Arrow
           shot
           at
           him
           before
           ,
        
         
           And
           verily
           believ'd
           I
           had
           him
           slain
           .
        
         
           His
           Armour
           all
           besmeared
           was
           with
           gore
           ,
        
         
           But
           slew
           him
           not
           .
           Now
           here
           he
           is
           again
           .
        
         
           I
           did
           not
           on
           a
           Charret
           hither
           come
           ,
        
         
           Although
           Lycaon
           have
           eleven
           new
           ,
        
         
           With
           handsome
           Curtains
           to
           each
           one
           ,
           at
           home
           ,
        
         
           And
           Horses
           fit
           to
           draw
           them
           not
           a
           few
           .
        
         
           The
           old
           Knight
           too
           advis'd
           me
           earnestly
        
         
           That
           when
           to
           Battle
           I
           the
           Trojans
           led
           ,
        
         
           I
           from
           a
           Charre
           should
           charge
           the
           Enemy
           ;
        
         
           But
           to
           his
           counsel
           I
           not
           hearkened
           .
        
         
           (
           Wh●ch
           I
           repent
           .
           )
           It
           came
           into
           my
           head
        
         
           That
           when
           within
           Troy
           Walls
           we
           should
           be
           pent
           ,
        
         
           My
           Horses
           ,
           which
           were
           us'd
           to
           be
           well
           fed
        
         
           Would
           there
           be
           useless
           wanting
           nourishment
           .
        
         
           This
           made
           me
           come
           without
           a
           Chariot
           ,
        
         
           And
           march
           (
           as
           far
           as
           't
           was
           )
           to
           Troy
           on
           foot
           .
        
         
           And
           trust
           unto
           my
           Bow
           which
           helps
           me
           not
           ,
        
         
           But
           faileth
           me
           as
           often
           as
           I
           shoot
           .
        
         
           For
           two
           of
           them
           I
           have
           already
           shot
           ,
        
         
           Tydides
           and
           Atrides
           ,
           and
           good
           store
        
         
           Of
           blood
           have
           drawn
           from
           both
           ,
           though
           killed
           no●
           ,
        
         
           But
           made
           them
           fiercer
           than
           they
           were
           before
           .
        
         
         
           In
           an
           ill
           hour
           sure
           I
           took
           down
           my
           Bow
        
         
           To
           fight
           for
           Hector
           and
           the
           Trojan
           men
           ;
        
         
           But
           if
           I
           safely
           to
           my
           Country
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           my
           House
           and
           Wife
           get
           back
           agen
           ,
        
         
           Let
           any
           man
           that
           will
           cut
           off
           my
           Head
           ,
        
         
           If
           presently
           my●Bow
           I
           do
           not
           burn
           ,
        
         
           That
           never
           yet
           my
           hopes
           has
           answered
           .
        
         
           For
           why
           not
           ,
           when
           it
           doth
           not
           serve
           my
           turn
           ?
        
         
           To
           
             Pandarus
             Aeneas
          
           then
           reply'd
           ,
        
         
           No
           ,
           say
           not
           so
           ,
           but
           first
           let
           's
           to
           him
           go
           .
        
         
           For
           by
           th'
           encounter
           soon
           it
           will
           be
           try'd
        
         
           Whether
           he
           be
           indeed
           a
           God
           or
           no.
        
         
           Get
           up
           into
           the
           Seat
           ,
           and
           you
           shall
           see
        
         
           The
           vertue
           of
           my
           horses
           on
           the
           plain
           ,
        
         
           And
           if
           some
           God
           with
           Diomedes
           be
           ,
        
         
           How
           nimbly
           they
           will
           fetch
           us
           off
           again
           .
        
         
           Come
           take
           the
           Whip
           and
           Reins
           in
           hand
           ,
           and
           I
        
         
           Descend
           will
           from
           the
           Chariot
           and
           fight
           .
        
         
           Or
           if
           you
           please
           ,
           when
           to
           him
           we
           are
           nigh
        
         
           I
           'll
           hold
           the
           Whip
           and
           Reins
           ,
           and
           you
           alight
           .
        
         
           No
           ,
           no
           (
           said
           he
           )
           keep
           you
           the
           Reins
           in
           hand
           ,
        
         
           The
           Horses
           us'd
           thereto
           will
           you
           obey
           .
        
         
           To
           me
           ,
           it
           may
           be
           ,
           they
           will
           restive
           stand
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Foe
           themselves
           and
           us
           betray
           .
        
         
           Let
           me
           alight
           and
           meet
           him
           with
           my
           Spear
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           mounted
           both
           ;
           and
           coming
           on
        
         
           Towards
           Tydides
           both
           observed
           were
        
         
           By
           
             Sthenelus
             Capaneus
          
           his
           Son
           ,
        
         
           Who
           warning
           to
           Tydides
           gave
           .
           I
           see
        
         
           Two
           mighty
           men
           to
           fight
           us
           coming
           on
           ,
        
         
           Of
           which
           I
           know
           th'
           one
           Pandarus
           to
           be
           ,
        
         
           The
           other
           Venus
           and
           Anchises
           Son.
        
         
           Come
           up
           into
           your
           Charret
           and
           retire
           .
        
         
           But
           frowning
           he
           reply'd
           ,
           I
           'll
           ne'r
           do
           that
           .
        
         
           It
           not
           becomes
           the
           Children
           of
           my
           Sire
           ,
        
         
           When
           they
           should
           fight
           to
           Double
           nor
           to
           Squat
           .
        
         
           I
           loath
           to
           sit
           upon
           a
           Chariot
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           I
           am
           I
           will
           attend
           them
           here
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           my
           strength
           deprived
           I
           am
           not
           ,
        
         
           And
           Pallas
           has
           forbidden
           me
           to
           fear
           .
        
         
         
           I
           doubt
           not
           but
           to
           kill
           them
           both
           ,
           or
           one
           .
        
         
           If
           both
           ,
           your
           Reins
           unto
           the
           two
           Wheels
           tie
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Aeneas
           Horses
           quickly
           run
           ,
        
         
           And
           seize
           their
           Reins
           ,
           lest
           frighted
           they
           should
           flie
           .
        
         
           Then
           send
           them
           to
           the
           Ships
           ,
           brave
           Steeds
           ,
           well
           bred
           ;
        
         
           Of
           heavenly
           race
           they
           are
           ,
           and
           got
           by
           those
           ,
        
         
           Which
           Jove
           to
           make
           amends
           for
           Ganymed
           ,
        
         
           Was
           pleas'd
           to
           give
           unto
           his
           Father
           Tros
           .
        
         
           Anchises
           privily
           convey'd
           to
           these
           ,
        
         
           Six
           Mares
           ,
           and
           had
           a
           Colt
           by
           ev'ry
           one
           ;
        
         
           Whereof
           he
           gave
           two
           to
           his
           Son
           Aeneas
           .
        
         
           To
           take
           these
           Horses
           now
           were
           bravely
           done
           .
        
         
           While
           they
           were
           talking
           ,
           th'
           other
           two
           came
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           said
           Pandarus
           ,
           O
           Diomed
           ,
        
         
           Since
           my
           swift
           Arrow
           could
           not
           make
           you
           die
           ,
        
         
           I
           come
           to
           try
           now
           how
           my
           Spear
           will
           speed
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           spake
           the
           Spear
           flew
           from
           his
           hand
        
         
           And
           pass'd
           his
           Shield
           ,
           but
           in
           his
           Armour
           staid
           .
        
         
           Y'
           are
           hit
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           and
           long
           you
           cannot
           stand
           .
        
         
           But
           Diomed
           ,
           nothing
           at
           all
           dismaid
           ,
        
         
           No
           no
           cry'd
           out
           ,
           your
           Spear
           is
           thrown
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           But
           I
           believe
           before
           we
           have
           done
           here
           ,
        
         
           That
           one
           of
           you
           ,
           if
           not
           both
           ,
           will
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           spake
           he
           at
           him
           threw
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           Which
           at
           his
           Nose
           close
           by
           his
           Eye
           went
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           struck
           his
           Teeth
           our
           ,
           and
           cut
           off
           his
           Tongue
           .
        
         
           And
           out
           again
           it
           pass'd
           beneath
           his
           Chin.
        
         
           For
           Pallas
           from
           above
           it
           downward
           flung
           .
        
         
           There
           dead
           he
           lay
           .
           Aeneas
           to
           defend
        
         
           His
           body
           to
           him
           came
           with
           Spear
           and
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           And
           'bout
           him
           went
           ,
           resolv'd
           the
           man
           to
           send
        
         
           To
           Hell
           ,
           that
           should
           oppose
           him
           in
           the
           field
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           then
           took
           up
           a
           mighty
           Stone
        
         
           Which
           two
           men
           scarce
           could
           bear
           such
           as
           are
           now
           .
        
         
           But
           Diomedes
           swinging
           it
           alone
           ,
        
         
           The
           same
           with
           ease
           did
           at
           Aeneas
           throw
           ,
        
         
           And
           hit
           him
           on
           the
           Huckle
           bone
           ,
           wherein
        
         
           Into
           the
           Hip
           inserted
           is
           the
           Thigh
           .
        
         
           And
           torn
           was
           by
           the
           rugged
           stone
           the
           skin
           ,
        
         
           And
           Tendons
           broken
           which
           the
           Joint
           did
           tie
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           down
           upon
           his
           knees
           and
           hands
           he
           fell
           ,
        
         
           And
           taken
           from
           him
           was
           his
           sight
           with
           pain
           .
        
         
           That
           Venus
           saw
           him
           lying
           thus
           't
           was
           well
           ;
        
         
           Else
           by
           Tydides
           he
           had
           there
           been
           slain
           .
        
         
           For
           then
           came
           Venus
           down
           ,
           and
           with
           the
           lap
        
         
           Of
           her
           Celestial
           Robe
           him
           covered
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           any
           of
           the
           Greeks
           should
           have
           the
           hap
        
         
           To
           kill
           or
           wound
           him
           as
           from
           Earth
           he
           fled
           .
        
         
           But
           Sthenelus
           remembring
           well
           his
           Order
           ,
        
         
           Ty'd
           his
           own
           Steeds
           up
           to
           his
           Charret-wheels
           ,
        
         
           And
           led
           them
           out
           o'
           th'
           tumult
           and
           disorder
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Deiphilus
           that
           was
           at
           's
           Heels
           ,
        
         
           (
           His
           Friend
           )
           he
           gave
           the
           Horses
           of
           Aeneas
        
         
           To
           carry
           them
           unto
           the
           Argive
           Fleet.
        
         
           But
           took
           Tydides
           Horses
           ,
           and
           with
           these
        
         
           To
           try
           went
           if
           Tydides
           he
           could
           meet
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           in
           chase
           of
           Venus
           now
           was
           gone
        
         
           (
           Knowing
           that
           she
           a
           tender
           Goddess
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           the
           War
           Commission
           had
           none
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           had
           as
           Pallas
           any
           Shield
           of
           brass
           .
           )
        
         
           And
           had
           when
           he
           came
           to
           her
           wounded
           her
           .
        
         
           For
           through
           her
           Robe
           ,
           though
           by
           the
           Graces
           made
           ,
        
         
           Without
           resistance
           quickly
           pass'd
           the
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           her
           Wrist
           did
           her
           fair
           Hand
           invade
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           Wound
           out
           sprang
           the
           Blood
           Divine
           .
        
         
           (
           Not
           such
           as
           men
           have
           in
           their
           Veins
           ,
           but
           Ichor
           .
        
         
           For
           Gods
           that
           neither
           eat
           Bread
           nor
           drink
           Wine
        
         
           Have
           in
           their
           Veins
           another
           kind
           of
           Liquor
           ,
        
         
           And
           therefore
           bloodless
           and
           immortal
           be
           )
        
         
           And
           Venus
           screaming
           then
           lets
           fall
           her
           Son.
        
         
           But
           by
           
           Apollo's
           hand
           preserv'd
           was
           he
           ,
        
         
           Convey'd
           thence
           in
           a
           Mist
           perceiv'd
           by
           none
           ,
        
         
           For
           fear
           he
           should
           be
           by
           some
           Argive
           slain
           .
        
         
           To
           Venus
           then
           Tydides
           whoop'd
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Away
           
           Jove's
           Daughter
           ,
           from
           the
           War
           abstain
           .
        
         
           Go
           practise
           how
           to
           cosen
           VVife
           or
           Maid
           ,
        
         
           For
           I
           believe
           if
           here
           you
           longer
           stay
           ,
        
         
           (
           So
           many
           such
           as
           these
           mishaps
           there
           are
           )
        
         
           That
           you
           therein
           will
           have
           but
           little
           joy
           ,
        
         
           And
           troubled
           be
           when
           men
           but
           talk
           of
           VVar.
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           away
           she
           went
           ,
           not
           knowing
           where
        
         
           She
           was
           ;
           and
           great
           the
           pain
           was
           of
           her
           hand
           .
        
         
           But
           Iris
           from
           the
           Fight
           conducted
           her
           ,
        
         
           And
           set
           her
           hard
           by
           Mars
           upon
           the
           sand
           .
        
         
           For
           there
           by
           Pallas
           placed
           he
           had
           been
           .
        
         
           His
           Horses
           and
           his
           Charret
           by
           him
           staid
        
         
           Hid
           in
           a
           Mist
           by
           man
           not
           to
           be
           seen
           .
        
         
           And
           Venus
           there
           before
           him
           kneeling
           said
           ,
        
         
           Dear
           Brother
           ,
           let
           me
           your
           good
           horses
           have
           ,
        
         
           To
           bear
           me
           to
           Olympus
           from
           the
           Fray
           ;
        
         
           This
           cruel
           wound
           mad
           Diomed
           me
           gave
           ,
        
         
           And
           would
           wound
           Jove
           if
           he
           came
           in
           his
           way
           .
        
         
           Mars
           presently
           his
           Horses
           to
           her
           lent
           .
        
         
           Venus
           and
           Iris
           mount
           into
           the
           Seat.
        
         
           Iris
           the
           Reins
           held
           ,
           and
           away
           they
           went.
        
         
           The
           time
           they
           spent
           in
           going
           was
           not
           great
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           were
           there
           ,
           Iris
           the
           Steeds
           unty'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           set
           them
           up
           ,
           and
           gave
           unto
           them
           meat
           ,
        
         
           Ambrosian
           meat
           ,
           till
           they
           were
           satisfy'd
           ,
        
         
           Such
           as
           immortal
           Horses
           use
           to
           eat
           .
        
         
           But
           Venus
           fell
           into
           Diones
           lap
           ,
        
         
           Her
           Mother
           ,
           who
           imbrac'd
           her
           lovingly
           ,
        
         
           Stroakt
           her
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
           How
           came
           this
           sad
           mishap
           ?
        
         
           Who
           us'd
           you
           thus
           ?
           What
           a
           rash
           God
           was
           he
           ?
        
         
           What
           more
           could
           he
           have
           done
           ,
           if
           he
           had
           found
        
         
           You
           doing
           somthing
           openly
           amiss
           ?
        
         
           It
           was
           a
           man
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           gave
           me
           this
           wound
           ,
        
         
           Tydides
           ;
           and
           for
           nothing
           else
           but
           this
           ;
        
         
           I
           sav'd
           my
           Son
           Aeneas
           from
           his
           hand
           ,
        
         
           My
           dearest
           Son
           ,
           whom
           he
           was
           going
           to
           slay
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           the
           War
           is
           all
           (
           I
           understand
           )
        
         
           'Twixt
           Greeks
           and
           Heaven
           ,
           not
           'twixt
           Greeks
           and
           Troy.
        
         
           Daughter
           (
           reply'd
           Dione
           then
           )
           't
           is
           hard
           .
        
         
           For
           we
           the
           Gods
           that
           in
           Olympus
           dwell
        
         
           Many
           from
           men
           as
           ill
           as
           you
           have
           far'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           no
           less
           wrongs
           have
           put
           up
           well
           .
        
         
           Otus
           and
           Ephialtes
           Neptune's
           Sons
        
         
           In
           a
           brass
           Dungeon
           once
           imprison'd
           Mars
           ,
        
         
           And
           kept
           him
           in
           the
           dark
           there
           thirteen
           Moons
           .
        
         
           There
           like
           he
           was
           t'
           have
           staid
           till
           now
           ,
           for
           scarce
        
         
         
           Could
           Hermes
           set
           him
           free
           with
           all
           his
           Art
        
         
           And
           
           Juno's
           help
           .
           And
           when
           to
           liberty
        
         
           He
           was
           restor'd
           ,
           he
           took
           it
           in
           good
           part
           ,
        
         
           Though
           with
           his
           chains
           he
           gall'd
           was
           cruelly
           .
        
         
           When
           Hercules
           shot
           Juno
           in
           the
           Breast
           ,
        
         
           Though
           wounded
           sore
           ,
           yet
           she
           reveng'd
           it
           not
           .
        
         
           And
           Pluto
           by
           the
           same
           man
           shot
           did
           rest
        
         
           Contented
           ,
           and
           no
           reparation
           got
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           house
           of
           Jupiter
           he
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           got
           the
           Arrow
           pluck'd
           out
           from
           the
           wound
        
         
           By
           Paeon
           ;
           who
           with
           gentle
           Plaisters
           sent
        
         
           The
           pain
           away
           ,
           and
           made
           his
           Shoulder
           sound
           .
        
         
           But
           though
           no
           God
           of
           any
           wound
           can
           die
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           of
           Amphitryon
           the
           peevish
           Son
        
         
           (
           Who
           little
           cares
           at
           whom
           his
           Arrows
           flie
           )
        
         
           Great
           mischief
           oft
           unto
           the
           Gods
           has
           done
           .
        
         
           But
           Pallas
           't
           is
           that
           thus
           has
           wounded
           you
           ,
        
         
           Though
           with
           Tydides
           Spear
           .
           Fool
           as
           he
           was
        
         
           What
           't
           is
           to
           wound
           a
           God
           he
           never
           knew
           .
        
         
           Not
           long
           such
           wicked
           deeds
           unpunish'd
           pass
           .
        
         
           Such
           men
           when
           they
           return
           from
           painful
           War
        
         
           Shall
           seldom
           set
           their
           Children
           on
           their
           Knee
        
         
           Pleas'd
           with
           their
           half
           form'd
           words
           .
           Let
           him
           beware
        
         
           Lest
           he
           provoke
           some
           stronger
           Deity
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           
             Aegilia
             Diomedes
          
           Wife
        
         
           Awake
           the
           houshold
           with
           her
           Lamentation
           ,
        
         
           And
           cry
           ,
           Tydides
           thou
           hast
           lost
           thy
           life
           ,
        
         
           O
           my
           dear
           Husband
           ,
           best
           of
           all
           the
           Nation
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           she
           wip'd
           the
           Ichor
           from
           her
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           streight
           her
           hand
           was
           well
           ,
           the
           pain
           was
           gone
           .
        
         
           Then
           Juno
           by
           ,
           and
           Pallas
           jeering
           stand
           .
        
         
           And
           Pallas
           thus
           to
           Jupiter
           begun
           .
        
         
           Shall
           I
           say
           what
           I
           think
           ?
           O
           Father
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           Venus
           some
           Argive
           Dame
           has
           courting
           been
        
         
           To
           take
           the
           Trojans
           part
           whom
           she
           doth
           love
           ,
        
         
           And
           stroaking
           her
           ,
           her
           hand
           scratcht
           with
           a
           pin
           .
        
         
           Jove
           smil'd
           at
           this
           ,
           and
           then
           to
           Venus
           said
           ,
        
         
           Daughter
           ,
           I
           gave
           you
           no
           command
           in
           War.
        
         
           That
           charge
           on
           Mars
           and
           Pallas
           I
           have
           laid
           .
        
         
           Of
           Nuptials
           and
           Love
           take
           you
           the
           care
           .
        
         
         
           While
           they
           were
           thus
           discoursing
           ,
           Diomed
        
         
           Did
           with
           great
           speed
           and
           rage
           Aeneas
           follow
           ,
        
         
           To
           gain
           his
           Armour
           and
           his
           Blood
           to
           shed
           ,
        
         
           Knowing
           he
           was
           in
           th'
           hands
           now
           of
           Apollo
           .
        
         
           Undaunted
           then
           ,
           with
           Shield
           before
           his
           Breast
           ,
        
         
           And
           Sword
           in
           Hand
           ,
           struck
           at
           Aeneas
           thrice
           ,
        
         
           And
           thrice
           again
           Phoebus
           his
           rage
           represt
           .
        
         
           But
           at
           the
           fourth
           time
           gave
           him
           good
           advice
           .
        
         
           Retire
           (
           said
           he
           )
           Tydides
           ,
           and
           beware
        
         
           You
           not
           your self
           think
           equal
           to
           the
           Gods.
        
         
           They
           sway
           the
           Heavens
           ,
           on
           Earth
           men
           creeping
           are
           .
        
         
           'Twixt
           Mortals
           and
           Immortals
           there
           's
           great
           odds
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           then
           retir'd
           a
           little
           way
           ,
        
         
           Not
           knowing
           what
           harm
           might
           from
           Phoebus
           come
           .
        
         
           And
           Phoebus
           thence
           Aeneas
           did
           convay
        
         
           T'
           a
           Temple
           of
           his
           own
           in
           Pergamum
           .
        
         
           There
           Leto
           and
           Diana
           cur'd
           his
           wound
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           an
           Image
           Phoebus
           like
           him
           made
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           like
           Arms
           ,
           and
           set
           it
           on
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           For
           which
           the
           Foes
           each
           other
           then
           invade
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           they
           one
           anothers
           Bucklers
           hew
           .
        
         
           To
           
             Mars
             Apollo
          
           speaking
           ,
           VVhy
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Mars
           ,
           bloody
           ,
           murdering
           Mars
           ,
           why
           suffer
           you
        
         
           Tydides
           at
           the
           Battle
           still
           to
           be
           ?
        
         
           Mad
           as
           he
           is
           now
           ,
           he
           with
           Jove
           would
           fight
           .
        
         
           From
           Venus
           hand
           he
           made
           the
           blood
           run
           down
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           at
           me
           he
           flew
           like
           any
           Sprite
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           sat
           o'
           th'
           top
           of
           Pergam
           Town
           ▪
        
         
           And
           Mars
           the
           Trojan
           Bands
           encouraged
           ,
        
         
           Taking
           the
           shape
           of
           valiant
           Acamas
           .
        
         
           VVho
           to
           the
           VVar
           at
           Troy
           the
           Thracians
           led
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           through
           the
           armed
           Ranks
           did
           pass
           ,
        
         
           Children
           of
           Priam
           what
           d'
           ye
           mean
           ,
           said
           he
           ;
        
         
           Shall
           the
           Greeks
           follow
           killing
           us
           to
           Troy
           ?
        
         
           Fall'n
           is
           Aeneas
           the
           great
           man
           whom
           we
        
         
           Like
           Hector
           honor'd
           ▪
           Come
           ,
           let
           's
           if
           we
           may
        
         
           This
           good
           Commander
           rescue
           ,
           Thus
           said
           he
           .
        
         
           Sarpedon
           likewise
           Hector
           sharpned
           .
           VVhere
        
         
           Are
           now
           your
           Kin
           you
           said
           enough
           would
           be
        
         
           Troy
           to
           defend
           ?
           I
           see
           none
           of
           them
           here
           .
        
         
         
           Like
           Hounds
           about
           a
           Lion
           off
           they
           stand
           .
        
         
           VVe
           your
           Confederates
           the
           Fight
           maintain
           .
        
         
           The
           labour
           lyeth
           all
           upon
           our
           hand
           ;
        
         
           And
           I
           my self
           amongst
           the
           rest
           would
           fain
        
         
           Make
           tryal
           of
           this
           mighty
           man
           in
           fight
           .
        
         
           At
           least
           I
           shall
           ,
           as
           doth
           a
           friend
           become
           ,
        
         
           My
           peoples
           courage
           all
           I
           can
           excite
           ,
        
         
           Since
           they
           are
           here
           ,
           and
           very
           far
           from
           home
           ;
        
         
           And
           though
           from
           me
           the
           Greeks
           can
           nothing
           get
           ,
        
         
           Neither
           to
           carry
           nor
           to
           drive
           away
           .
        
         
           But
           you
           to
           th'
           Trojans
           have
           not
           spoken
           yet
        
         
           So
           much
           as
           to
           defend
           their
           Wives
           in
           Troy
        
         
           From
           being
           taken
           in
           the
           Argives
           net
           ,
        
         
           And
           plund'red
           be
           the
           stately
           Town
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           When
           chiefly
           you
           on
           this
           your
           heart
           should
           set
           ,
        
         
           And
           your
           Confederates
           perswade
           to
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           the
           fault
           on
           one
           another
           lay
           .
        
         
           So
           said
           
             Sarpedon
             .
             Hector
          
           therewith
           stung
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           his
           Charret
           could
           no
           longer
           stay
           ,
        
         
           But
           armed
           down
           unto
           the
           ground
           he
           sprung
           .
        
         
           And
           'mongst
           the
           Trojan
           Ranks
           and
           Files
           he
           goes
           ,
        
         
           Into
           their
           hearts
           new
           courage
           to
           inspire
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           they
           turn'd
           their
           Faces
           to
           their
           Foes
           .
        
         
           Nor
           did
           the
           Argives
           from
           their
           place
           retire
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           ,
           as
           when
           on
           Ceres
           sacred
           floor
        
         
           The
           winnowed
           Chaff
           lyes
           heapt
           together
           white
           ,
        
         
           So
           white
           the
           Troops
           of
           Argives
           were
           all
           ore
        
         
           With
           dust
           their
           Horses
           rais'd
           had
           in
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Trojans
           boldly
           marched
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           Mars
           to
           aid
           them
           dark'ned
           had
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           As
           he
           was
           bidden
           by
           
           Latona's
           Son
           ,
        
         
           When
           Pallas
           from
           the
           Greeks
           remov'd
           her
           Shield
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           Temple
           fetcht
           Aeneas
           out
        
         
           Alive
           and
           whole
           ,
           and
           bold
           ,
           and
           made
           him
           stand
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Troops
           ,
           that
           joyful
           stood
           about
           .
        
         
           But
           other
           work
           now
           lying
           on
           their
           hand
           ,
        
         
           (
           Made
           them
           by
           Mars
           and
           Strife
           )
           no
           time
           had
           they
        
         
           To
           ask
           him
           questions
           .
           But
           encouraged
        
         
           The
           Argives
           were
           by
           th'
           Ajaxes
           to
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Ulysses
           and
           by
           Diomed.
        
         
         
           For
           of
           the
           Trojans
           they
           were
           not
           afraid
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           a
           Cloud
           that
           resteth
           on
           a
           Hill
           ,
        
         
           Which
           in
           calm
           weather
           there
           by
           Jove
           is
           laid
           ,
        
         
           Till
           boisterous
           winds
           arise
           it
           resteth
           still
           .
        
         
           Then
           up
           and
           down
           went
           Agamemnon
           there
           ,
        
         
           My
           friends
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           be
           bold
           ,
           and
           fight
           like
           men
           .
        
         
           Of
           one
           anothers
           censure
           stand
           in
           fear
           .
        
         
           Of
           them
           that
           do
           so
           fewer
           perish
           then
        
         
           Of
           those
           that
           fly
           and
           never
           think
           upon
        
         
           The
           loss
           of
           fame
           .
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           threw
           his
           Spear
        
         
           And
           smote
           Aeneas
           friend
           Democoon
           ,
        
         
           Who
           was
           unto
           the
           Trojans
           no
           less
           dear
        
         
           Than
           if
           he
           one
           of
           Priams
           Sons
           had
           been
           .
        
         
           For
           with
           the
           foremost
           he
           was
           still
           in
           fight
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           his
           Buckler
           went
           the
           Weapon
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           both
           that
           and
           Belt
           it
           passed
           quite
           .
        
         
           And
           mortal
           in
           his
           Belly
           was
           the
           wound
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Armour
           ratling
           down
           he
           fell
           .
        
         
           Aeneas
           then
           two
           Greeks
           laid
           on
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           The
           Sons
           of
           Diocles
           ,
           descended
           well
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           th'
           immortal
           and
           fair
           stream
           Alpheus
           ,
        
         
           Orsilochus
           a
           great
           King
           was
           the
           Son.
        
         
           And
           he
           the
           Father
           was
           of
           Diocles
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           Orsilochus
           got
           and
           Crethon
           ;
        
         
           Brave
           men
           ,
           who
           when
           they
           came
           to
           mans
           estate
        
         
           With
           Atreus
           Son
           ,
           his
           honour
           to
           regain
           ,
        
         
           To
           Ilium
           sayl'd
           ,
           and
           there
           they
           met
           their
           Fate
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           to
           their
           Country
           came
           again
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           two
           Lions
           in
           the
           Mountains
           bred
        
         
           And
           Woods
           obscure
           ,
           come
           down
           into
           the
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           And
           Sheep
           and
           Cattle
           in
           the
           field
           leave
           dead
           ,
        
         
           Until
           at
           last
           by
           Hunters
           they
           are
           slain
           ;
        
         
           So
           fell
           these
           two
           men
           by
           Aeneas
           kill'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           like
           two
           Fir-trees
           straight
           lay
           on
           the
           Sand.
        
         
           And
           Menelaus
           then
           with
           fury
           fill'd
           ,
        
         
           With
           Helmet
           on
           his
           Head
           ,
           and
           Spear
           in
           Hand
           ,
        
         
           Advanced
           boldly
           to
           Anchises
           Son.
        
         
           In
           hope
           to
           have
           deprived
           him
           of
           breath
           .
        
         
           And
           Mars
           himself
           it
           was
           that
           set
           him
           on
        
         
           To
           bring
           him
           by
           Aeneas
           hand
           to
           death
           .
        
         
         
           Antilochus
           then
           
           Nestor's
           valiant
           Son
        
         
           Fearing
           lest
           Menelaus
           should
           be
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Resolv'd
           he
           should
           not
           fight
           with
           him
           alone
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           their
           toil
           at
           Ilium
           make
           vain
           ,
        
         
           Went
           after
           him
           ,
           and
           overtook
           him
           as
        
         
           They
           ready
           were
           to
           fight
           ,
           but
           nothing
           done
           .
        
         
           Aeneas
           then
           as
           valiant
           as
           he
           was
        
         
           Retir'd
           ,
           eschewing
           th'
           odds
           of
           two
           to
           one
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           had
           brought
           off
           the
           Bodies
           slain
           ,
        
         
           And
           left
           them
           in
           their
           fellow
           soldiers
           hands
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           the
           skirmish
           they
           return'd
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           slew
           the
           Prince
           of
           Paphlagonians
        
         
           
             Pylaem●nes
             .
             Atrides
          
           threw
           the
           Spear
        
         
           Which
           near
           the
           Shoulder
           pass'd
           into
           his
           Neck
           .
        
         
           By
           
           Nestor's
           Son
           slain
           was
           his
           Chariotier
           ,
        
         
           Mydon
           by
           name
           that
           did
           his
           Horses
           check
           ,
        
         
           As
           he
           his
           Charret
           turning
           was
           to
           fly
           ,
        
         
           Antilochus
           him
           wounded
           with
           a
           Stone
        
         
           On
           th'Elbow
           ,
           and
           benum'd
           his
           Hand
           ,
           whereby
        
         
           The
           sense
           he
           had
           to
           hold
           the
           Reins
           was
           gone
           .
        
         
           The
           Reins
           fell
           down
           ,
           and
           then
           with
           Sword
           in
           hand
        
         
           Antilochus
           divides
           his
           Head
           in
           twain
           ,
        
         
           And
           headlong
           fell
           he
           where
           it
           chanc'd
           the
           Sand
        
         
           Was
           very
           deep
           ,
           and
           there
           he
           did
           remain
        
         
           With
           Head
           and
           Shoulders
           sticking
           in
           the
           sands
           .
        
         
           But
           upright
           in
           the
           Air
           were
           both
           his
           Hips
           .
        
         
           The
           Horses
           laid
           him
           flat
           .
           Which
           by
           the
           hands
        
         
           Of
           
           Nestor's
           Son
           convey'd
           were
           to
           the
           Ships
           .
        
         
           Hector
           saw
           this
           ,
           and
           in
           came
           with
           great
           cry
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           Bands
           of
           lusty
           Trojans
           followed
           .
        
         
           Mars
           and
           Bellona
           marching
           furiously
        
         
           Against
           the
           Argives
           to
           the
           Fight
           them
           led
           .
        
         
           Bellona
           brought
           in
           Tumult
           and
           Affright
           .
        
         
           And
           Mars
           a
           mighty
           Spear
           had
           in
           his
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           sometimes
           after
           Hector
           went
           i'
           th'
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Sometimes
           before
           ,
           and
           oft
           did
           by
           him
           stand
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           when
           he
           saw
           him
           was
           affraid
           ,
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           man
           in
           haste
           has
           lost
           his
           way
           ,
        
         
           And
           running
           on
           is
           at
           some
           River
           staid
           ,
        
         
           That
           's
           deep
           and
           swift
           ,
           he
           runs
           as
           fast
           away
           :
        
         
         
           So
           he
           retir'd
           .
           And
           to
           his
           Argives
           said
           ,
        
         
           No
           wonder
           't
           is
           if
           Hector
           valiant
           be
           ;
        
         
           One
           God
           or
           other
           alwaies
           gives
           him
           aid
           ,
        
         
           And
           near
           him
           stands
           from
           death
           to
           set
           him
           free
           .
        
         
           Now
           Mars
           comes
           with
           him
           like
           a
           mortal
           wight
           .
        
         
           Retire
           .
           But
           turn
           your
           Faces
           to
           the
           Foe
           ,
        
         
           Forbearing
           still
           against
           the
           Gods
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           he
           ,
           but
           the
           Trojans
           near
           were
           now
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           there
           had
           slain
           two
           men
           that
           sat
        
         
           Together
           ,
           Mnestheus
           and
           Anchialus
           ,
        
         
           Both
           Warriors
           good
           .
           But
           Ajax
           griev'd
           thereat
        
         
           (
           The
           greater
           
             Ajax
             ,
             Telamonius
          
           )
        
         
           Darted
           his
           heavy
           Spear
           at
           Amphius
           .
        
         
           Rich
           was
           he
           both
           in
           Lands
           and
           Goods
           ,
           and
           dwelt
        
         
           At
           Paesus
           .
           And
           fought
           here
           for
           Priamus
           .
        
         
           But
           by
           the
           Spear
           which
           pass'd
           quite
           through
           his
           Belt
        
         
           Upon
           his
           Belly
           took
           a
           mortal
           wound
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           fell
           ,
           Ajax
           ran
           fiercely
           in
        
         
           To
           strip
           him
           of
           his
           Armour
           on
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           stript
           him
           had
           ,
           had
           he
           not
           hindred
           been
           .
        
         
           For
           from
           the
           Trojans
           came
           a
           shower
           of
           Spears
           ,
        
         
           Whereof
           his
           Shield
           received
           not
           a
           few
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           be
           hemm'd
           in
           by
           the
           Foe
           he
           fears
           .
        
         
           His
           own
           Spear
           he
           recover'd
           and
           withdrew
           .
        
         
           Whilst
           they
           in
           stubborn
           war
           thus
           toyling
           were
           ,
        
         
           Unlucky
           fate
           Tlepolemus
           brought
           on
        
         
           To
           charge
           Sarpedon
           ;
           and
           when
           they
           were
           near
        
         
           Together
           come
           ,
           
           Jove's
           Grandson
           and
           his
           Son
           ,
        
         
           Tlepolemus
           said
           then
           ,
           What
           need
           had
           you
        
         
           Unskilful
           in
           the
           War
           to
           tremble
           here
           ?
        
         
           
           Jove's
           Son
           men
           say
           you
           are
           ,
           but
           't
           is
           not
           true
           .
        
         
           No
           such
           weak
           men
           by
           Jove
           begotten
           were
           ;
        
         
           But
           such
           as
           Hercules
           is
           said
           t'
           have
           been
        
         
           Couragious
           as
           a
           Lion
           ;
           with
           few
           men
        
         
           In
           but
           six
           Ships
           this
           strong
           Town
           he
           did
           win
           ,
        
         
           And
           rifled
           it
           ,
           and
           safe
           went
           off
           agen
           .
        
         
           But
           you
           are
           weak
           ,
           your
           men
           a
           great
           part
           dead
           ,
        
         
           And
           can
           but
           little
           help
           afford
           to
           Troy.
        
         
           And
           though
           from
           Lycia
           you
           were
           strengthened
           ,
        
         
           I
           mean
           to
           send
           you
           now
           another
           way
           .
        
         
         
           To
           this
           Sarpedon
           answered
           ,
           'T
           is
           true
        
         
           That
           Hercules
           sackt
           Troy
           ,
           because
           the
           Steeds
        
         
           Laomedon
           kept
           back
           that
           were
           his
           due
           ,
        
         
           And
           gave
           him
           evil
           language
           for
           good
           deeds
           .
        
         
           But
           you
           from
           me
           shall
           present
           death
           receive
           ,
        
         
           For
           which
           I
           shall
           have
           honour
           truly
           paid
           ,
        
         
           And
           you
           your
           Soul
           shall
           now
           to
           Pluto
           leave
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           Sarpedon
           had
           no
           sooner
           said
           ,
        
         
           Than
           from
           their
           hands
           their
           Spears
           together
           started
           .
        
         
           Tlepolemus
           clean
           through
           the
           Neck
           was
           struck
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           him
           presently
           his
           life
           departed
           .
        
         
           But
           from
           
             Sarpedon
             Jove
          
           kept
           such
           ill
           luck
           ;
        
         
           Yet
           on
           his
           left
           Thigh
           he
           receiv'd
           a
           wound
           .
        
         
           For
           through
           it
           went
           the
           Spear
           close
           by
           the
           bone
           .
        
         
           Sarpedon
           by
           his
           friends
           born
           off
           the
           ground
        
         
           Was
           plac'd
           apart
           where
           Battle
           there
           was
           none
           ,
        
         
           Tormented
           with
           the
           Spear
           still
           in
           his
           Thigh
           .
        
         
           To
           pull
           it
           out
           they
           all
           had
           quite
           forgot
           .
        
         
           In
           so
           great
           haste
           they
           were
           ,
           the
           Foe
           so
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           The
           time
           so
           little
           ,
           and
           the
           Fight
           so
           hot
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           Tl●polemus
           his
           body
           dead
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           fetch'd
           off
           .
           The
           wise
           Ulisses
           then
        
         
           Within
           himself
           a
           while
           considered
           ▪
        
         
           Whether
           to
           charge
           Sarpedon
           or
           his
           men
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           by
           Fate
           Sarpedon
           was
           to
           die
        
         
           By
           other
           ,
           and
           not
           by
           Ulysses
           hands
           ,
        
         
           Athena
           made
           him
           lay
           that
           purpose
           by
           ,
        
         
           And
           turn
           his
           anger
           on
           the
           Lycians
           .
        
         
           Alastor
           then
           he
           slew
           ,
           and
           Coeramus
           ,
        
         
           
             Alcander
             ,
             Prytanis
          
           and
           Noemon
           .
        
         
           And
           Halius
           he
           slew
           ,
           and
           Chromius
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           Lycians
           more
           had
           overthrown
           .
        
         
           But
           mighty
           Hector
           now
           approached
           near
        
         
           In
           glittering
           Arms
           ,
           and
           brought
           with
           him
           Affright
           .
        
         
           But
           glad
           Sarpedon
           was
           to
           see
           him
           there
           ;
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           was
           come
           up
           unto
           him
           quite
           ,
        
         
           Himself
           lamenting
           thus
           to
           Hector
           said
           ,
        
         
           Leave
           me
           not
           Hector
           to
           the
           Greeks
           a
           prey
           ,
        
         
           But
           let
           my
           Body
           in
           your
           ground
           be
           laid
           ,
        
         
           Since
           I
           my
           Country
           must
           no
           more
           enjoy
           ,
        
         
         
           Nor
           my
           beloved
           Wife
           and
           tender
           Son.
        
         
           So
           said
           
             Sarpedon
             .
             Hector
          
           not
           replies
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Enemy
           he
           passeth
           on
           ;
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           goes
           the
           ground
           with
           blood
           he
           dyes
           .
        
         
           Under
           a
           Beech
           sacred
           to
           Jupiter
        
         
           Sarpedon
           placed
           was
           upon
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           gently
           Pelagon
           pull'd
           out
           the
           Spear
           ;
        
         
           The
           pain
           hereof
           put
           him
           into
           a
           swound
           .
        
         
           Lost
           was
           his
           sight
           ;
           but
           by
           a
           gentle
           wind
        
         
           And
           cool
           ,
           that
           from
           the
           North
           upon
           him
           blew
           ,
        
         
           He
           soon
           recover'd
           both
           his
           Sight
           and
           Mind
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           company
           about
           him
           knew
           .
        
         
           To
           Mars
           and
           Hector
           still
           the
           Greeks
           gave
           way
           ,
        
         
           And
           still
           their
           Faces
           to
           the
           Trojans
           were
           ,
        
         
           But
           for
           to
           charge
           none
           durst
           advance
           or
           stay
           .
        
         
           For
           Diomed
           had
           told
           them
           Mars
           was
           there
           .
        
         
           Now
           tell
           me
           Muse
           ,
           who
           slain
           by
           Hector
           was
           ?
        
         
           Trechus
           ,
           Orestes
           ,
           Tenthras
           ,
           Helenus
           ,
        
         
           (
           Whose
           Father
           Oenops
           was
           )
           and
           Oenonaus
           .
        
         
           And
           last
           of
           all
           wealthy
           Oresbius
           .
        
         
           In
           Hyla
           on
           Cephissis
           Lake
           he
           dwelt
           ,
        
         
           The
           richest
           pasture
           of
           Boeotia
           ,
        
         
           And
           known
           was
           by
           the
           gayness
           of
           his
           Belt.
        
         
           This
           slaughter
           of
           the
           Greeks
           when
           Juno
           saw
           ,
        
         
           She
           then
           to
           Pallas
           spake
           .
           Pallas
           (
           said
           she
           )
        
         
           If
           we
           let
           Mars
           still
           play
           the
           madman
           here
           ,
        
         
           Our
           word
           to
           Menelaus
           false
           will
           be
           ,
        
         
           That
           he
           from
           Troy
           return
           should
           Conqueror
           .
        
         
           Let
           's
           courage
           take
           ,
           and
           try
           what
           we
           can
           do
           .
        
         
           Pallas
           contented
           ,
           't
           was
           agreed
           upon
           .
        
         
           And
           Juno
           ready
           made
           her self
           to
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           quickly
           the
           Coach-wheels
           Hebe
           sets
           on
           .
        
         
           Eight
           spokes
           each
           wheel
           had
           ,
           and
           were
           all
           of
           Brass
           ,
        
         
           And
           fixed
           round
           about
           at
           th'Axle-tree
           .
        
         
           The
           Axle-tree
           it self
           of
           Iron
           was
           .
        
         
           The
           Circle
           Gold
           ,
           and
           wonderful
           to
           see
           .
        
         
           But
           arm'd
           it
           was
           above
           with
           Pla●es
           of
           Bras●
           .
        
         
           The
           Naves
           on
           both
           sides
           were
           of
           Silver
           white
           ,
        
         
           With
           Gold
           and
           Silver
           Wire
           extended
           was
        
         
           The
           Seat
           ,
           which
           had
           two
           Silver
           rings
           and
           bright
           .
        
         
         
           In
           which
           the
           Beam
           of
           Silver
           fastned
           staid
           .
        
         
           At
           th'
           other
           end
           the
           Golden
           Yoke
           she
           ti'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           Yoke
           the
           Golden
           Reins
           she
           laid
           .
        
         
           And
           Juno
           then
           no
           longer
           could
           abide
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Coach
           her self
           the
           Horses
           brought
           ,
        
         
           From
           quarrels
           so
           impatiently
           she
           staid
           .
        
         
           Pallas
           threw
           off
           her
           Robe
           ,
           and
           took
           Joves
           Coat
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           same
           she
           there
           her self
           arraid
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           her
           Breast
           with
           Armour
           covered
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           her
           Shoulder
           hung
           her
           frightful
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           Wherein
           Strife
           ,
           Force
           ,
           Flight
           ,
           Chase
           were
           figured
           ,
        
         
           With
           all
           the
           Horrour
           of
           a
           soughten
           field
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           middle
           stood
           out
           Gorgoes
           head
           .
        
         
           Then
           put
           she
           on
           her
           Golden
           Helmet
           ,
           that
        
         
           Ten
           thousand
           mens
           heads
           might
           have
           covered
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Charret
           up
           she
           went
           ,
           and
           sat
           ,
        
         
           And
           her
           great
           heavy
           Spear
           takes
           in
           her
           hands
        
         
           The
           Spear
           wherewith
           ,
           when
           she
           displeased
           is
           ,
        
         
           She
           scatters
           of
           proud
           Kings
           the
           armed
           bands
           ,
        
         
           Then
           Juno
           with
           the
           whip
           was
           not
           remiss
           .
        
         
           And
           of
           it self
           flew
           open
           Heaven-gate
           ,
        
         
           Though
           to
           the
           Seasons
           Jove
           the
           power
           gave
        
         
           Alone
           to
           judge
           of
           Early
           and
           of
           Late
           .
        
         
           And
           out
           the
           Goddesses
           their
           Horses
           drave
           .
        
         
           Jove
           on
           the
           highest
           of
           Olympus
           tops
        
         
           Sitting
           alone
           they
           found
           ,
           and
           none
           him
           nigh
           .
        
         
           The
           Goddess
           Juno
           there
           her
           Horses
           stops
           ,
        
         
           And
           spake
           unto
           him
           thus
           ,
           his
           mind
           to
           try
           .
        
         
           Pray
           tell
           me
           Jove
           if
           you
           contented
           be
           ,
        
         
           That
           Mars
           thus
           raging
           in
           the
           Field
           remain
           .
        
         
           For
           what
           unseemly
           work
           he
           makes
           you
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           brave
           Greeks
           how
           many
           he
           has
           slain
           ,
        
         
           While
           Venus
           at
           my
           grief
           stands
           laughing
           by
           ,
        
         
           And
           pleased
           is
           Apollo
           with
           the
           sight
           ,
        
         
           And
           set
           him
           on
           .
           But
           I
           could
           make
           him
           fly
        
         
           (
           But
           that
           I
           fear
           your
           anger
           )
           from
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           Do
           't
           then
           ,
           said
           Jove
           ;
           not
           you
           ,
           but
           Pallas
           ;
           she
        
         
           Accustom'd
           is
           to
           vex
           him
           more
           than
           you
           .
        
         
           Ju●o
           took
           this
           Commission
           willingly
           .
        
         
           Feeling
           the
           whip
           away
           her
           Horses
           flew
           ,
        
         
         
           'Twixt
           Heav'n
           and
           Earth
           ,
           and
           went
           at
           every
           strain
        
         
           As
           far
           as
           coming
           one
           can
           see
           a
           Ship
        
         
           That
           from
           a
           Hill
           looketh
           upon
           the
           Main
           ,
        
         
           So
           far
           the
           Horses
           of
           the
           Gods
           can
           skip
           .
        
         
           Arriv'd
           at
           Troy
           ,
           on
           ground
           they
           set
           their
           feet
           ,
        
         
           And
           Juno
           there
           her
           heavenly
           Steeds
           unty'd
        
         
           Where
           Simois
           doth
           with
           Scamander
           meet
           .
        
         
           And
           with
           Ambrosia
           Simois
           them
           supply'd
           .
        
         
           Then
           swift
           as
           Doves
           ,
           to
           give
           the
           Argives
           aid
        
         
           They
           went
           to
           where
           they
           saw
           the
           greatest
           throng
           .
        
         
           There
           was
           Tydides
           ,
           and
           about
           him
           staid
        
         
           Many
           as
           Lions
           valiant
           and
           strong
           .
        
         
           And
           Juno
           there
           in
           shape
           of
           Stentor
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           spake
           as
           loud
           as
           any
           fifty
           men
           .
        
         
           Argives
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           Cowards
           ,
           for
           nothing
           good
           ,
        
         
           Although
           you
           make
           a
           goodly
           show
           .
           For
           when
        
         
           Achilles
           went
           before
           you
           to
           the
           Fight
           ,
        
         
           Out
           at
           their
           Gates
           the
           Trojans
           durst
           not
           peep
           ,
        
         
           So
           much
           they
           of
           his
           Spear
           abhor'd
           the
           sight
           .
        
         
           But
           from
           your
           Ships
           you
           scarce
           now
           can
           them
           keep
           .
        
         
           When
           Juno
           thus
           the
           Greeks
           encouraged
           ,
        
         
           To
           Diomed
           went
           Pallas
           ;
           whom
           she
           sound
        
         
           Hard
           by
           his
           Horses
           sitting
           ,
           wearied
           ,
        
         
           And
           cooling
           in
           the
           open
           air
           the
           wound
        
         
           Given
           by
           Pandarus
           ;
           which
           with
           the
           sweat
        
         
           Under
           his
           Belt
           afflicted
           him
           the
           more
           .
        
         
           And
           lifting
           up
           his
           Belt
           ,
           some
           ease
           to
           get
           ,
        
         
           He
           from
           the
           wound
           was
           wiping
           off
           the
           gore
           .
        
         
           As
           at
           the
           yoke
           Athena
           leaning
           stood
           ,
        
         
           Like
           him
           (
           said
           she
           )
           your
           Father
           left
           no
           Son.
        
         
           A
           little
           man
           was
           he
           ,
           but
           Warriour
           good
           .
        
         
           Though
           I
           not
           bad
           him
           ,
           he
           went
           boldly
           on
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           to
           Thebes
           alone
           I
           bad
           him
           go
        
         
           Ambassador
           ,
           and
           with
           the
           Theban
           Lords
        
         
           To
           sit
           at
           Feast
           ,
           and
           not
           provoke
           the
           Foe
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           their
           Table
           to
           forbear
           harsh
           words
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           he
           his
           native
           Courage
           still
           retained
           ,
        
         
           And
           them
           defy'd
           at
           manly
           Exercises
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           them
           all
           the
           Victory
           he
           gained
           ,
        
         
           And
           won
           ,
           by
           my
           assistance
           ,
           all
           the
           Prizes
           .
        
         
         
           But
           when
           I
           you
           ,
           as
           I
           did
           him
           ,
           defend
           ,
        
         
           And
           bid
           you
           boldly
           with
           the
           Trojans
           fight
           ,
        
         
           You
           are
           affraid
           ,
           or
           weariness
           pretend
           .
        
         
           Of
           Tydeus
           sure
           the
           Son
           you
           are
           not
           right
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           to
           her
           then
           replying
           said
           ,
        
         
           Daughter
           of
           
             Jove
             ,
             (
             Pallas
          
           I
           know
           you
           are
           )
        
         
           'T
           is
           not
           that
           I
           am
           weary
           or
           affraid
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           stand
           here
           abstaining
           from
           the
           War
           ,
        
         
           But
           in
           obedience
           to
           your
           own
           command
           ,
        
         
           Who
           gave
           me
           leave
           if
           Venus
           in
           the
           Wars
        
         
           I
           met
           ,
           to
           wound
           her
           ;
           but
           not
           lift
           my
           hand
        
         
           'Gainst
           other
           Gods.
           Now
           in
           the
           field
           is
           Mars
           ,
        
         
           And
           domineering
           fights
           on
           Hectors
           side
           .
        
         
           And
           that
           's
           the
           cause
           why
           I
           from
           fight
           abstain
           ,
        
         
           And
           others
           by
           my
           Counsel
           here
           abide
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           the
           Goddess
           then
           reply'd
           again
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Mars
           nor
           any
           of
           th'Immortals
           spare
        
         
           That
           shall
           advance
           against
           you
           in
           the
           field
           .
        
         
           And
           for
           your
           safety
           trust
           unto
           my
           care
           ,
        
         
           And
           know
           you
           are
           protected
           by
           my
           Shield
           .
        
         
           But
           first
           to
           Mars
           drive
           up
           your
           Horses
           close
           ,
        
         
           And
           strike
           the
           Blockhead
           with
           your
           Spear
           in
           hand
           ,
        
         
           That
           fights
           sometimes
           for
           these
           ,
           sometimes
           for
           those
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           Trojans
           now
           you
           see
           him
           stand
           ,
        
         
           And
           yet
           to
           help
           the
           Greeks
           he
           promis'd
           me
        
         
           And
           Juno
           ,
           but
           a
           little
           while
           before
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           amongst
           the
           Trojans
           fighteth
           he
           ,
        
         
           And
           thinks
           upon
           his
           promises
           no
           more
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           mount
           into
           the
           Chariot
           ,
        
         
           And
           Sthenelus
           descending
           left
           his
           Seat.
        
         
           The
           Axtree
           groaned
           under
           them
           .
           Why
           not
           ?
        
         
           A
           great
           man
           he
           ,
           she
           was
           a
           Goddess
           great
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           Mars
           directly
           they
           drive
           on
           ,
        
         
           Who
           had
           but
           newly
           slain
           great
           Periphas
           ,
        
         
           Of
           old
           Ochesius
           the
           valiant
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           far
           the
           best
           of
           all
           th'
           Aetolians
           was
           .
        
         
           Athena
           then
           puts
           
           Pluto's
           Helmet
           on
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           she
           by
           Mars
           should
           be
           discovered
           .
        
         
           When
           Mars
           there
           saw
           Tydides
           all
           alone
           ,
        
         
           He
           Periphas
           forsook
           who
           there
           lay
           dead
           ;
        
         
         
           And
           turn'd
           to
           meet
           Tydides
           on
           the
           way
           ;
        
         
           And
           when
           to
           one
           another
           they
           were
           near
           ,
        
         
           Mars
           making
           full
           account
           the
           man
           to
           slay
           ,
        
         
           Over
           the
           Yoke
           thrusts
           at
           him
           with
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           But
           Pallas
           with
           her
           hand
           the
           point
           supprest
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           it
           light
           beneath
           the
           Seat
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           then
           to
           Mars
           a
           Spear
           addrest
           ,
        
         
           Which
           had
           he
           been
           a
           Mortal
           had
           him
           slain
           .
        
         
           For
           Pallas
           in
           his
           Belly
           stuck
           the
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           presently
           the
           same
           pluckt
           out
           again
           .
        
         
           Mars
           roar'd
           as
           loud
           as
           if
           in
           battle
           there
        
         
           Fighting
           had
           been
           nine
           or
           ten
           thousand
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           frighted
           both
           the
           Armies
           with
           the
           noise
           .
        
         
           Then
           like
           a
           black
           Cloud
           which
           some
           Wind
           makes
           rise
           ,
        
         
           He
           left
           th'
           unlucky
           field
           and
           went
           his
           ways
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           a
           little
           time
           was
           in
           the
           Skies
           .
        
         
           And
           sitting
           down
           hard
           by
           his
           Fathers
           Throne
           ,
        
         
           Shew'd
           him
           the
           blood
           that
           from
           the
           wound
           did
           flow
           ,
        
         
           And
           grievously
           lamenting
           made
           his
           mone
           .
        
         
           Father
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           do
           you
           such
           work
           allow
           ?
        
         
           That
           we
           the
           Gods
           such
           harm
           from
           Mortals
           take
           ,
        
         
           While
           some
           for
           Trojans
           ,
           some
           for
           Argives
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           partial
           be
           for
           one
           anothers
           sake
           ,
        
         
           The
           fault
           is
           to
           be
           laid
           on
           you
           by
           right
           .
        
         
           For
           you
           brought
           forth
           this
           mad
           pernicious
           Maid
           ,
        
         
           Whose
           study
           is
           her
           malice
           to
           effect
           ,
        
         
           When
           by
           us
           other
           Gods
           you
           are
           obey'd
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           you
           saw
           ,
           but
           never
           would
           correct
           .
        
         
           'T
           was
           she
           that
           on
           the
           Gods
           set
           Diomed
           ,
        
         
           Who
           wounded
           Venus
           first
           ,
           then
           flew
           at
           me
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           in
           pain
           I
           lien
           had
           'mongst
           the
           dead
           ,
        
         
           Or
           crippled
           been
           ,
           had
           not
           my
           feet
           been
           free
           .
        
         
           Uncertain
           Mars
           (
           then
           Jupiter
           reply'd
           )
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           Gods
           most
           hateful
           to
           my
           sight
           ,
        
         
           That
           quarrel
           lov'st
           to
           make
           ,
           but
           not
           decide
           .
        
         
           Thou
           hast
           thy
           Mother
           
           Juno's
           nature
           right
           ,
        
         
           That
           oft
           provokes
           me
           with
           her
           peevish
           tongue
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           her
           order
           ,
           I
           think
           ,
           this
           was
           done
           .
        
         
           But
           in
           this
           pain
           I
           'le
           not
           detain
           you
           long
           ,
        
         
           Seeing
           you
           are
           as
           well
           mine
           as
           her
           Son.
        
         
         
           But
           had
           another
           got
           you
           ,
           you
           had
           sure
        
         
           To
           Pluto
           and
           th'
           Infernal
           Gods
           be
           sent
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           to
           Paeon
           he
           commits
           his
           cure
           :
        
         
           And
           Paeon
           presenly
           about
           it
           went.
        
         
           As
           quickly
           as
           the
           Milk
           is
           turn'd
           to
           Curd
           ,
        
         
           When
           with
           a
           proper
           Rennet
           it
           is
           mixt
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           Housewifes
           hand
           together
           stir'd
           ;
        
         
           So
           quickly
           was
           the
           wide
           wound
           clos'd
           and
           fixt
           .
        
         
           Then
           bath'd
           he
           was
           by
           Hebe
           ,
           and
           new
           clad
           ;
        
         
           And
           that
           he
           so
           came
           off
           was
           well
           content
           .
        
         
           Juno
           and
           Pallas
           when
           they
           driven
           had
        
         
           Mars
           from
           the
           Battle
           ,
           up
           t'
           Olympus
           went.
           
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           VI.
           
        
         
           THe
           Gods
           to
           neither
           side
           assistance
           yield
           ,
        
         
           But
           on
           his
           own
           hand
           each
           mans
           fortune
           lies
           .
        
         
           Now
           here
           now
           there
           they
           skirmish
           in
           the
           field
        
         
           Betwixt
           the
           Streams
           Xanthus
           and
           Simoeis
           .
        
         
           And
           first
           great
           Ajax
           killed
           Acamas
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           his
           fellows
           opened
           a
           door
        
         
           For
           slaughter
           'mongst
           the
           Files
           and
           Ranks
           to
           pass
           ,
        
         
           And
           caus'd
           thereby
           the
           loss
           of
           many
           more
           .
        
         
           And
           by
           
             Tydides
             Axylus
          
           was
           slain
           ,
        
         
           That
           at
           Arisbe
           dwelt
           near
           the
           High-way
           ,
        
         
           Rich
           ,
           and
           the
           Greeks
           did
           often
           entertain
           .
        
         
           But
           none
           of
           them
           would
           save
           him
           in
           the
           Fray.
        
         
           For
           slain
           he
           was
           by
           Diomedes
           there
           .
        
         
           Together
           with
           his
           Squire
           Calestus
           ,
        
         
           That
           by
           him
           sat
           and
           w●s
           his
           Charioteer
           .
        
         
           Euryalus
           then
           slew
           Opheltius
        
         
           And
           Dresus
           .
           After
           Pedasus
           he
           runs
        
         
           And
           Aesepus
           sons
           of
           Bucalion
           ,
        
         
           Who
           by
           Abarbar●a
           had
           two
           Sons
           ,
        
         
           But
           he
           for
           Father
           had
           Laomedon
           .
        
         
           And
           th'
           eldest
           was
           ,
           but
           not
           in
           Wedlock
           got
           .
        
         
           And
           Twins
           the
           Sons
           were
           of
           Bucalion
           .
        
         
           But
           from
           Euryalus
           they
           scaped
           not
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           long
           they
           lay
           there
           with
           their
           Armour
           on
           .
        
         
           Then
           Polypoetes
           by
           Astyalus
           ,
        
         
           Pidytes
           by
           Ulysses
           ,
           and
           by
           Teuc
           .
        
         
           
             Er
             Areton
          
           ,
           and
           by
           Antilochus
        
         
           Ablerus
           ,
           by
           
             Atrides
             Elateus
          
        
         
           Was
           slain
           ,
           that
           the
           Pedasians
           led
        
         
           From
           the
           delightful
           Bank
           of
           Satnius
           .
        
         
           And
           
             Leitus
             Phila●us
          
           slew
           as
           he
           fled
           .
        
         
           Enrypylus
           then
           slew
           Melanthius
           .
        
         
         
           And
           then
           Adrestus
           taken
           was
           alive
        
         
           By
           Menelaus
           .
           For
           his
           Horses
           frighted
           ,
        
         
           Whilst
           to
           the
           Town
           they
           labour'd
           to
           arrive
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           two
           Branches
           of
           a
           Tree
           they
           lighted
           ,
        
         
           And
           brake
           the
           Charret
           pole
           off
           at
           the
           head
           .
        
         
           The
           Horses
           loose
           away
           ran
           tow'rd
           the
           Town
           ,
        
         
           As
           did
           the
           rest
           that
           from
           the
           Battle
           fled
           .
        
         
           Adrestus
           headlong
           from
           the
           Seat
           fell
           down
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           him
           with
           a
           Spear
           Atrides
           stood
           .
        
         
           Adrestus
           then
           laies
           hold
           upon
           his
           Knee
           .
        
         
           Save
           me
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           my
           Ransome
           will
           be
           good
           .
        
         
           At
           any
           rate
           I
           shall
           redeemed
           be
           .
        
         
           My
           Father
           wants
           nor
           Iron
           ,
           nor
           Brass
           ,
           nor
           Gold
           ,
        
         
           And
           any
           thing
           to
           set
           me
           free
           will
           give
           ,
        
         
           When
           he
           of
           my
           condition
           shall
           be
           told
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           I
           am
           your
           prisoner
           and
           live
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Atrides
           was
           thereto
           enclin'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           ready
           for
           to
           send
           him
           to
           the
           Ships
           .
        
         
           But
           Agamemnon
           came
           and
           chang'd
           his
           mind
        
         
           Before
           he
           had
           confirm'd
           it
           with
           his
           lips
           .
        
         
           Brother
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           what
           makes
           you
           be
           so
           kind
        
         
           To
           any
           of
           these
           men
           ?
           Is
           it
           because
        
         
           You
           did
           at
           home
           the
           Trojans
           faithful
           find
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           they
           had
           well
           served
           Menelaus
           ?
        
         
           No
           ,
           no
           ,
           we
           must
           no
           quarter
           give
           at
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           spare
           the
           Child
           yet
           in
           his
           Mothers
           womb
           ,
        
         
           But
           utterly
           the
           Nation
           destroy
           ,
        
         
           And
           pluck
           up
           by
           the
           root
           proud
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           Then
           Menelaus
           pity'd
           him
           no
           more
           ,
        
         
           But
           violently
           push'd
           him
           from
           his
           Knee
           ,
        
         
           Wherewith
           he
           backward
           tumbled
           ore
           and
           ore
           ,
        
         
           And
           soon
           by
           Agamemnon
           slain
           was
           he
           .
        
         
           Then
           Nestor
           to
           the
           Greeks
           with
           voice
           as
           high
        
         
           As
           he
           could
           raise
           it
           ,
           cried
           out
           ,
           Let
           none
        
         
           Yet
           on
           the
           Spoil
           and
           Booty
           set
           his
           eye
           ,
        
         
           But
           follow
           killing
           now
           ,
           plunder
           anon
           .
        
         
           The
           dead
           will
           stay
           till
           back
           again
           we
           come
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           by
           Nestor
           thus
           encouraged
           ,
        
         
           Had
           chas'd
           the
           Trojans
           unto
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           But
           that
           by
           Helenus
           was
           hindered
           .
        
         
         
           For
           standing
           near
           to
           Hector
           and
           Aeneas
           ,
        
         
           Since
           all
           the
           work
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           lyes
           on
           your
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           you
           in
           Fight
           and
           Counsel
           chiefly
           please
        
         
           Both
           Lycians
           and
           Trojans
           ,
           make
           them
           stand
           .
        
         
           About
           them
           go
           ,
           and
           put
           your selves
           between
        
         
           The
           Gates
           and
           them
           ,
           lest
           followed
           by
           the
           Foe
        
         
           They
           should
           be
           by
           their
           loving
           Wives
           there
           seen
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'
           Argives
           stand
           triumphing
           in
           our
           woe
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           you
           once
           have
           them
           encouraged
           ,
        
         
           Aenaeas
           and
           my self
           will
           with
           them
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           fight
           against
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           though
           wearied
           .
        
         
           But
           Hector
           to
           the
           Town
           go
           you
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           bid
           your
           and
           my
           Mother
           take
           with
           her
        
         
           The
           eldest
           Trojan
           Matrons
           ,
           and
           make
           haste
        
         
           To
           Pallas
           Temple
           ,
           and
           present
           her
           there
        
         
           With
           the
           best
           Robe
           she
           has
           ;
           and
           having
           plac't
        
         
           It
           on
           her
           Knee
           ,
           vow
           to
           her
           Deity
        
         
           (
           If
           she
           protect
           our
           Wives
           and
           Children
           will
        
         
           And
           City
           from
           this
           raging
           Enemy
           ,
        
         
           And
           take
           off
           Diomed
           )
           that
           you
           will
           kill
        
         
           Twelve
           Heifers
           at
           her
           Altar
           .
           For
           in
           fight
        
         
           He
           has
           the
           great
           Achilles
           much
           outdone
           ,
        
         
           Who
           never
           did
           the
           Trojans
           thus
           affright
           ,
        
         
           Although
           they
           say
           he
           is
           a
           Goddess
           Son.
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           armed
           leapt
           down
           to
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           two
           Spears
           about
           the
           Army
           goes
           ,
        
         
           Courage
           inspiring
           to
           the
           Trojans
           round
           ,
        
         
           And
           streight
           they
           turn'd
           their
           Faces
           to
           the
           Foes
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           retiring
           then
           no
           longer
           fought
           .
        
         
           Some
           God
           from
           Heav'n
           descended
           was
           they
           thought
           ,
        
         
           And
           t'
           Hector
           and
           the
           Trojans
           aid
           had
           brought
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           to
           the
           Trojans
           cried
           out
           ,
        
         
           Trojans
           and
           Aids
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           be
           sure
           to
           stay
        
         
           And
           play
           the
           men
           ,
           whilst
           I
           to
           Ilium
        
         
           Return
           ,
           and
           cause
           them
           to
           the
           Gods
           to
           pray
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           them
           sacrifice
           an
           Hecatomb
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           walkt
           the
           edges
           of
           his
           Shield
        
         
           By
           turns
           his
           Ankle
           and
           his
           Neck
           did
           smi●e
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           then
           and
           Glaucus
           on
           the
           field
        
         
           Met
           one
           another
           ,
           and
           prepar'd
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
         
           Tydides
           speaking
           first
           ,
           Brave
           man
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Who
           are
           you
           ?
           Let
           me
           know
           your
           Name
           and
           Race
           ,
        
         
           That
           dares
           so
           boldly
           thus
           advance
           on
           me
           .
        
         
           I
           never
           yet
           in
           Battle
           saw
           your
           Face
           .
        
         
           Men
           mortal
           to
           provoke
           me
           thus
           none
           dare
           ,
        
         
           But
           they
           whose
           Parents
           are
           condemn'd
           to
           wo.
        
         
           But
           if
           some
           God
           come
           down
           from
           Heaven
           you
           are
           ,
        
         
           Do
           what
           you
           will
           I
           'll
           not
           return
           a
           blow
           .
        
         
           Licurgus
           Son
           of
           Dryas
           chas'd
           the
           Train
        
         
           Of
           Bacchus
           with
           a
           Goad
           at
           Nyssa
           ,
           where
        
         
           The
           Maenades
           threw
           from
           them
           on
           the
           plain
        
         
           Their
           Ivy
           twined
           slaves
           ,
           and
           fled
           for
           fear
           ;
        
         
           Bacchus
           himself
           leapt
           into
           Thetis
           lap
           ,
        
         
           Trembling
           and
           frighted
           ,
           and
           the
           Goddess
           kind
        
         
           Receiv'd
           him
           and
           defended
           from
           mishap
           .
        
         
           But
           for
           this
           act
           Jove
           struck
           Licurgus
           blind
           ,
        
         
           Who
           dy'd
           soon
           after
           .
           For
           the
           Gods
           above
        
         
           All
           hated
           him
           .
           And
           that
           's
           the
           cause
           that
           I
        
         
           Dare
           not
           the
           anger
           of
           the
           Gods
           to
           move
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           thou
           mortal
           art
           ,
           come
           near
           and
           die
           .
        
         
           O
           brave
           
             Tydides
             (
             Glaucus
          
           answer'd
           then
           )
        
         
           To
           what
           end
           serves
           it
           you
           to
           know
           my
           race
           ?
        
         
           As
           with
           green
           leaves
           ,
           so
           fareth
           it
           with
           men
           ;
        
         
           Some
           fall
           with
           wind
           ,
           others
           grow
           in
           their
           place
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           you
           ask
           me
           (
           though
           it
           be
           well
           known
           )
        
         
           My
           pedegree
           at
           large
           I
           shall
           you
           tell
           .
        
         
           Within
           a
           Creek
           of
           Argos
           stands
           a
           Town
        
         
           Call'd
           Ephyre
           .
           There
           Sisyphus
           did
           dwell
           .
        
         
           The
           subtile
           Sisyphus
           who
           Glaucus
           got
           .
        
         
           Glaucus
           the
           Father
           of
           Bellerophon
           ,
        
         
           Than
           whom
           a
           fairer
           person
           there
           was
           not
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           valianter
           in
           all
           the
           Land
           ,
           not
           one
           .
        
         
           But
           Praetus
           sought
           to
           take
           away
           his
           Life
           .
        
         
           For
           so
           enamour'd
           of
           him
           was
           the
           Queen
        
         
           Anteia
           ,
           who
           of
           Praetus
           was
           the
           Wi●e
           ,
        
         
           That
           she
           a
           Suiter
           to
           him
           oft
           had
           been
           .
        
         
           But
           still
           in
           vain
           .
           For
           he
           would
           not
           consent
           .
        
         
           The
           fury
           of
           her
           Love
           then
           turn'd
           to
           Hate
           .
        
         
           And
           spitefully
           ,
           she
           to
           her
           Husband
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           weeping
           bitterly
           down
           by
           him
           sate
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           to
           him
           said
           ,
           O
           King
           ,
           resolve
           to
           dy
        
         
           Your self
           ,
           or
           else
           Bellerophon
           to
           kill
           ,
        
         
           For
           he
           attempted
           has
           my
           Chastity
           ,
        
         
           And
           would
           have
           ly'n
           with
           me
           against
           my
           will.
        
         
           The
           King
           incens'd
           ,
           to
           kill
           him
           did
           intend
           ,
        
         
           But
           loath
           to
           do
           it
           there
           ,
           he
           thought
           it
           better
        
         
           Unto
           the
           King
           of
           Lycia
           him
           to
           send
        
         
           (
           Who
           was
           
           Anteia's
           Father
           )
           with
           a
           Letter
           ,
        
         
           Wherein
           he
           had
           declar'd
           his
           cruel
           mind
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           waies
           to
           bring
           it
           to
           effect
           .
        
         
           He
           ignorant
           of
           what
           was
           then
           design'd
           ,
        
         
           The
           Kings
           commandement
           did
           not
           neglect
           .
        
         
           To
           Lycia
           he
           went
           ,
           and
           coming
           thither
           ,
        
         
           In
           favour
           with
           the
           Gods
           ,
           was
           honoured
        
         
           And
           treated
           like
           a
           God
           nine
           days
           together
           .
        
         
           O'
           th'
           tenth
           his
           Letter
           he
           delivered
           .
        
         
           The
           Letter
           read
           ,
           the
           King
           him
           first
           imploy'd
        
         
           The
           terrible
           Chimaera
           to
           assail
           ,
        
         
           That
           by
           the
           Monster
           he
           might
           be
           destroy'd
           .
        
         
           A
           Lions
           Head
           it
           had
           and
           Dragons
           Tail
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           midst
           the
           Body
           of
           a
           Goat
           ;
        
         
           A
           flame
           of
           burning
           fire
           was
           its
           Breath
           .
        
         
           Bellerophon
           with
           this
           foul
           Monster
           fought
           ,
        
         
           And
           put
           it
           (
           by
           the
           aid
           o'
           th'
           Gods
           )
           to
           death
           .
        
         
           The
           next
           Adventure
           that
           he
           set
           him
           on
        
         
           Was
           th'Expedition
           'gainst
           the
           Solymi
           .
        
         
           The
           third
           when
           from
           the
           Amazons
           he
           won
        
         
           (
           Those
           Martial
           Females
           )
           a
           great
           Victory
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           came
           from
           thence
           the
           King
           had
           laid
        
         
           An
           Ambush
           for
           him
           on
           the
           way
           in
           vain
           ,
        
         
           Of
           choicest
           Lycians
           whom
           he
           destroy'd
           ,
        
         
           That
           not
           a
           man
           of
           them
           return'd
           again
           .
        
         
           The
           King
           receiv'd
           him
           then
           ,
           believing
           now
        
         
           That
           he
           descended
           was
           of
           Heavenly
           Race
           ,
        
         
           And
           gave
           him
           half
           his
           Pow'r
           and
           Land
           enough
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Daughters
           Marriage
           did
           him
           grace
           .
        
         
           Bellerophon
           by
           her
           had
           Children
           three
           ,
        
         
           Two
           Sons
           ,
           Isandrus
           and
           Hippolochus
           ,
        
         
           And
           one
           fair
           Daughter
           call'd
           Laodamie
           ,
        
         
           On
           whom
           by
           
             Jove
             Sarpedon
          
           gotten
           was
           .
        
         
         
           Her
           Father
           by
           the
           Gods
           forsaken
           then
        
         
           Liv'd
           up
           and
           down
           in
           the
           Alean
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           And
           shun'd
           the
           conversation
           of
           men
           .
        
         
           At
           Solym
           Battle
           was
           Isander
           slain
           .
        
         
           But
           of
           Hippolochus
           the
           Son
           am
           I
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           of
           Noble
           Ancestors
           descended
           .
        
         
           To
           Troy
           he
           sent
           me
           ,
           and
           especially
        
         
           Unto
           me
           th'
           Honour
           of
           my
           Race
           commended
           ,
        
         
           Than
           which
           in
           Ephyre
           none
           Nobler
           is
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           in
           the
           Land
           of
           Lycia
           more
           renown'd
           .
        
         
           And
           Diomedes
           joyful
           to
           hear
           this
        
         
           Turn'd
           his
           Spears
           point
           and
           stuck
           it
           in
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           kindly
           spake
           .
           There
           is
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Between
           your
           Ancestors
           and
           mine
           of
           old
        
         
           A
           mutual
           bond
           of
           Hospitality
           .
        
         
           Bellerophon
           ,
           as
           I
           have
           oft
           been
           told
           ,
        
         
           Was
           by
           my
           Grandsire
           Oeneus
           freely
           treated
           ,
        
         
           And
           stayed
           with
           him
           twenty
           days
           and
           nights
           ,
        
         
           And
           when
           again
           he
           from
           his
           house
           retreated
           ,
        
         
           They
           Tokens
           gave
           of
           Hospitable
           Rites
           ;
        
         
           Oeneus
           to
           him
           a
           Belt
           most
           glorious
           ,
        
         
           Bellerophon
           to
           him
           a
           Golden
           Cup.
        
         
           Which
           I
           not
           with
           me
           brought
           ,
           but
           in
           my
           house
        
         
           When
           I
           came
           thence
           I
           safely
           left
           lockt
           up
           .
        
         
           My
           Father
           I
           remember
           not
           .
           For
           he
        
         
           Left
           me
           too
           young
           when
           last
           he
           went
           from
           home
           .
        
         
           Henc●
           forth
           my
           Guest
           in
           Argos
           you
           must
           be
           ,
        
         
           I
           yours
           in
           Lycia
           ,
           when
           I
           thither
           come
           .
        
         
           Mean
           t●me
           let
           's
           one
           anothers
           Spear
           decline
           ;
        
         
           For
           many
           Trojans
           more
           I
           have
           to
           kill
           ,
        
         
           Unless
           I
           crost
           be
           by
           some
           Pow'r
           divine
           .
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           Achaeans
           kill
           you
           whom
           you
           will.
        
         
           And
           that
           our
           Friendship
           may
           the
           more
           appear
           ,
        
         
           I
           will
           present
           you
           with
           these
           Arms
           of
           mine
           ;
        
         
           And
           you
           to
           me
           present
           the
           Arms
           you
           wear
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           lighted
           and
           their
           hands
           did
           joyn
           .
        
         
           But
           Glaucus
           surely
           here
           bewitched
           was
           ,
        
         
           Or
           cursed
           by
           the
           Gods
           ,
           that
           had
           forgot
        
         
           His
           Arms
           were
           Gold
           ,
           and
           
           Diomed's
           but
           Brass
           .
        
         
           An
           hundred
           his
           ,
           nine
           Beeves
           the
           other
           bought
           .
        
         
         
           Hector
           was
           now
           come
           to
           the
           Scaean
           Gates
           .
        
         
           To
           him
           the
           Trojan
           Wives
           and
           Daughters
           run
        
         
           To
           ask
           their
           Husbands
           and
           their
           Brothers
           Fates
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           those
           questions
           he
           answer'd
           none
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Temples
           bad
           them
           go
           and
           pray
           ,
        
         
           Inquire
           no
           more
           for
           what
           you
           will
           lament
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           Royal
           Palace
           went
           his
           way
           .
        
         
           For
           great
           the
           danger
           was
           and
           imminent
           .
        
         
           On
           every
           side
           within
           were
           Galleries
        
         
           Magnificent
           ,
           of
           square
           well-plained
           Stones
           ,
        
         
           With
           Fifty
           Lodgings
           for
           the
           Families
        
         
           (
           One
           by
           another
           )
           of
           King
           
           Priam's
           Sons
           .
        
         
           And
           for
           his
           Daughters
           twelve
           Appartments
           were
        
         
           (
           In
           the
           same
           Court
           ,
           but
           on
           the
           other
           side
           )
        
         
           To
           lodge
           his
           Sons
           in
           Law
           when
           they
           were
           there
           ,
        
         
           Of
           the
           same
           Stone
           in
           like
           form
           beautifi'd
           .
        
         
           Here
           Hecuba
           ,
           as
           she
           conducted
           home
        
         
           Laodice
           her
           beautifullest
           Daughter
           ,
        
         
           Met
           her
           Son
           Hector
           that
           was
           newly
           come
        
         
           In
           dusty
           bloody
           Armour
           from
           the
           Slaughter
           .
        
         
           And
           took
           him
           by
           the
           hand
           ,
           and
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Why
           come
           you
           from
           the
           fight
           ?
           Have
           we
           the
           worst
           ,
        
         
           And
           you
           come
           to
           sollicite
           Jove
           for
           aid
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           that
           is
           done
           to
           quench
           your
           thirst
           ?
        
         
           A
           little
           Wine
           will
           much
           the
           strength
           sustain
        
         
           Of
           one
           that
           labour'd
           has
           as
           you
           have
           done
           .
        
         
           No
           ,
           no
           ,
           from
           Wine
           (
           said
           he
           )
           I
           must
           abstain
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           I
           forget
           and
           leave
           my
           work
           undone
           .
        
         
           Besides
           ,
           to
           Jove
           I
           dare
           not
           offer
           Wine
        
         
           With
           bloody
           hands
           ,
           lest
           I
           should
           him
           incense
           .
        
         
           But
           ,
           Mother
           ,
           go
           you
           to
           
           Minerva's
           shrine
        
         
           With
           other
           Ladies
           ,
           and
           with
           Frankincense
           ;
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           Robes
           in
           your
           perfumed
           Chest
        
         
           Take
           with
           you
           that
           which
           in
           your
           judgment
           is
        
         
           Amongst
           them
           all
           the
           largest
           and
           the
           best
           ,
        
         
           And
           lay
           it
           down
           upon
           the
           Goddess
           knees
           .
        
         
           And
           vow
           that
           at
           her
           Altar
           you
           will
           kill
        
         
           Twelve
           yearling
           Heisers
           of
           the
           best
           you
           have
           ,
        
         
           If
           at
           your
           Prayer
           condescend
           she
           will
        
         
           Your
           Children
           with
           your selves
           and
           Troy
           to
           save
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           from
           the
           Fight
           this
           Diomed
           remove
           .
        
         
           To
           th'
           Temple
           presently
           go
           you
           away
           .
        
         
           But
           I
           to
           Paris
           now
           must
           go
           ,
           and
           prove
        
         
           If
           he
           th'
           advice
           I
           give
           him
           will
           obey
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hecuba
           into
           the
           Chamber
           came
        
         
           Where
           many
           divers-colour'd
           Vestures
           lay
           ,
        
         
           The
           work
           of
           many
           a
           Sidonian
           Dame
           ,
        
         
           Which
           then
           from
           
             Sidon
             Paris
          
           brought
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           When
           thither
           he
           from
           
             Sparta
             Helen
          
           brought
           .
        
         
           Of
           these
           ,
           to
           give
           the
           Goddess
           ,
           she
           took
           one
        
         
           The
           largest
           and
           most
           curiously
           wrought
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           like
           to
           a
           Star
           in
           Heaven
           shone
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           unto
           the
           Temple
           come
           they
           were
           ,
        
         
           Theano
           opened
           the
           door
           ;
           for
           she
        
         
           (
           
           Antenor's
           Wife
           )
           was
           Pallas
           Priest.
           And
           there
        
         
           She
           took
           the
           Robe
           ,
           and
           laid
           it
           on
           her
           Knee
           .
        
         
           Then
           prayed
           she
           (
           whilst
           with
           a
           mighty
           cry
        
         
           They
           to
           the
           Goddess
           lifted
           up
           their
           hands
           .
           )
        
         
           Pallas
           (
           said
           she
           )
           Daughter
           of
           Jove
           most
           high
           ,
        
         
           In
           whose
           protection
           ev'ry
           City
           stands
           ,
        
         
           Great
           Pallas
           ,
           break
           the
           Spear
           of
           Diomed
           ,
        
         
           And
           overthrow
           him
           at
           the
           Scaean
           gate
           ,
        
         
           That
           at
           thy
           Altar
           may
           be
           offered
        
         
           Twelve
           yearling
           Heisers
           ;
           and
           commiserate
        
         
           The
           Wives
           and
           Children
           and
           the
           state
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           Thus
           prayed
           they
           ;
           But
           Pallas
           would
           not
           hear
           .
        
         
           To
           th'
           House
           of
           
             Paris
             Hector
          
           went
           away
        
         
           That
           was
           unto
           his
           own
           and
           Priams
           near
           ,
        
         
           Built
           by
           himself
           the
           Citadel
           within
           ,
        
         
           With
           all
           the
           Art
           the
           Trojans
           understood
           .
        
         
           There
           Hector
           with
           his
           Spear
           in
           hand
           went
           in
           ,
        
         
           That
           was
           in
           length
           eleven
           Cubits
           good
           ,
        
         
           And
           pointed
           at
           the
           Head
           with
           polisht
           Brass
           ,
        
         
           Fastned
           into
           the
           staff
           with
           a
           Gold
           Ring
           .
        
         
           Busy
           about
           his
           Armour
           Paris
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           Helen
           work
           to
           th'
           Maids
           distributing
           .
        
         
           Here
           
             Hector
             Paris
          
           chid
           .
           Is
           this
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           The
           fittest
           time
           to
           manifest
           your
           spite
        
         
           Against
           the
           Trojans
           ,
           when
           the
           Enemy
        
         
           Under
           our
           Walls
           is
           killing
           them
           in
           fight
           ?
        
         
         
           When
           none
           but
           you
           the
           cause
           is
           of
           the
           War
        
         
           And
           Tumult
           ,
           which
           surrounds
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           I
           think
           it
           would
           become
           you
           better
           far
        
         
           To
           rate
           those
           men
           that
           from
           the
           Battle
           stay
           .
        
         
           Brother
           ,
           said
           Paris
           ,
           What
           you
           say
           is
           right
           .
        
         
           But
           hear
           me
           too
           .
           I
           stayed
           not
           behind
        
         
           Because
           I
           to
           the
           Trojans
           bear
           a
           spite
           ,
        
         
           But
           from
           their
           Slanders
           to
           avert
           my
           mind
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           my
           Wife
           too
           has
           persuaded
           me
           ,
        
         
           Who
           of
           my self
           was
           ready
           to
           be
           gone
           .
        
         
           Not
           sure
           to
           any
           side
           is
           Victory
           .
        
         
           Stay
           only
           while
           I
           put
           my
           Armour
           on
           .
        
         
           Or
           go
           .
           I
           'll
           follow
           you
           and
           find
           you
           out
           .
        
         
           Thus
           he
           .
           But
           Hector
           to
           it
           nothing
           said
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           be
           gone
           his
           Face
           he
           turn'd
           about
           .
        
         
           But
           Helen
           saw
           about
           to
           speak
           ,
           and
           staid
           .
        
         
           Brother
           (
           said
           she
           )
           though
           I
           unworthy
           am
        
         
           To
           call
           you
           so
           ,
           I
           would
           I
           had
           been
           thrown
        
         
           Into
           the
           Sea
           the
           same
           day
           that
           I
           came
        
         
           Into
           the
           world
           ,
           so
           many
           shames
           to
           own
           .
        
         
           Or
           that
           this
           Husband
           sensible
           had
           been
           ,
        
         
           As
           men
           of
           Honour
           should
           be
           of
           ill
           fame
           ;
        
         
           But
           that
           's
           not
           now
           ,
           nor
           ever
           will
           be
           seen
           ,
        
         
           He
           one
           day
           will
           (
           I
           fear
           )
           repent
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           But
           Brother
           (
           pra'ye
           )
           sit
           down
           and
           rest
           a
           while
           ,
        
         
           That
           with
           the
           toil
           of
           Battle
           weary
           are
           ;
        
         
           The
           cause
           whereof
           am
           I
           the
           Woman
           vile
           ,
        
         
           That
           with
           me
           brought
           to
           Troy
           this
           cruel
           War.
        
         
           Unlucky
           day
           that
           brought
           me
           first
           acquainted
        
         
           With
           Alexander
           to
           our
           Infamy
           ,
        
         
           Which
           through
           the
           world
           hereafter
           will
           be
           chanted
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           us
           loathsom
           to
           posterity
           .
        
         
           Helen
           (
           said
           Hector
           )
           now
           I
           cannot
           stay
           ,
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           of
           my
           presence
           stand
           in
           need
           .
        
         
           But
           bid
           you
           Alexander
           come
           away
        
         
           While
           I
           am
           in
           the
           Town
           ,
           and
           that
           with
           speed
           .
        
         
           For
           hence
           unto
           my
           house
           I
           must
           go
           home
        
         
           To
           see
           my
           Wife
           ,
           my
           Child
           and
           Family
           ,
        
         
           An
           't
           may
           be
           never
           back
           again
           shall
           come
           ,
        
         
           But
           by
           the
           hands
           of
           the
           Achaeans
           dye
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           home
           Hector
           went
           ,
           and
           there
           was
           told
        
         
           His
           Wife
           Andromache
           at
           home
           was
           not
           .
        
         
           For
           with
           the
           Nurse
           the
           Battle
           to
           behold
           ,
        
         
           Into
           the
           Tow'r
           on
           Scaea
           Gate
           was
           got
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           of
           the
           women
           askt
           again
           ,
        
         
           Is
           she
           gone
           to
           some
           Sister
           or
           some
           Brother
           ?
        
         
           Or
           to
           the
           Goddess
           Temple
           in
           the
           Train
        
         
           Of
           those
           that
           thither
           waited
           on
           my
           Mother
           ?
        
         
           To
           this
           one
           of
           the
           Women
           said
           again
           ,
        
         
           She
           neither
           went
           to
           Sister
           nor
           to
           Brother
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           to
           the
           Goddess
           Temple
           ,
           in
           the
           Train
        
         
           Of
           those
           that
           thither
           waited
           on
           your
           Mother
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           I
           know
           not
           who
           inform'd
           her
           had
        
         
           That
           th'
           Argives
           did
           the
           Trojans
           overpower
           ,
        
         
           With
           her
           young
           Son
           and
           Nurse
           as
           one
           that
           's
           mad
        
         
           Ran
           to
           the
           Gate
           ,
           and
           up
           into
           the
           Tower.
        
         
           Then
           back
           went
           Hector
           passing
           the
           same
           Streets
        
         
           Through
           which
           he
           went
           when
           he
           came
           from
           the
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Where
           in
           the
           way
           Andromache
           he
           meets
        
         
           That
           now
           was
           running
           home
           in
           great
           affright
           .
        
         
           The
           Daughter
           she
           was
           of
           Eetion
           ,
        
         
           Who
           of
           Cilicia
           the
           Scepter
           carried
           ,
        
         
           And
           dwelt
           at
           Thebe
           in
           Hypoplacion
           .
        
         
           But
           unto
           noble
           Hector
           she
           was
           married
           .
        
         
           Now
           Hector
           met
           her
           with
           their
           little
           Boy
        
         
           That
           in
           the
           Nurses
           arms
           was
           carried
           ,
        
         
           And
           like
           a
           Star
           upon
           her
           bosome
           lay
        
         
           His
           beautiful
           and
           shining
           golden
           Head.
        
         
           Scamandrius
           he
           called
           was
           by
           Hector
           ,
        
         
           Astyanax
           he
           named
           was
           in
           Troy.
        
         
           Because
           his
           Father
           was
           their
           sole
           Protector
           ,
        
         
           The
           people
           from
           his
           Honour
           nam'd
           the
           Boy
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           smiling
           look'd
           upon
           his
           Son.
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           weeping
           said
           Andromache
           ,
        
         
           My
           Dear
           ,
           You
           'll
           by
           your
           courage
           be
           undone
           ,
        
         
           And
           this
           your
           Son
           a
           wretched
           Orphan
           be
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           at
           once
           on
           you
           alone
           will
           fall
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           a
           woful
           Widow
           shall
           be
           I
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           no
           comfort
           in
           the
           world
           at
           all
           ,
        
         
           But
           live
           in
           misery
           and
           wish
           to
           die
           .
        
         
         
           Father
           or
           Mother
           they
           have
           left
           me
           none
           ,
        
         
           For
           by
           the
           great
           Achilles
           he
           was
           slain
        
         
           When
           he
           the
           goodly
           Town
           of
           Thebe
           won
           .
        
         
           But
           from
           disarming
           him
           he
           did
           refrain
           .
        
         
           Together
           with
           his
           Arms
           he
           did
           him
           burn
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           such
           Rites
           as
           did
           a
           Prince
           become
           .
        
         
           And
           having
           put
           his
           Ashes
           in
           an
           Urn
        
         
           Bury'd
           the
           same
           ,
           and
           ore
           it
           rais'd
           a
           Tomb.
        
         
           The
           Mountain-Nymphs
           Daughters
           of
           Jupiter
        
         
           Planted
           about
           it
           many
           Elmen-trees
           .
        
         
           My
           seven
           Brothers
           all
           were
           killed
           there
           .
        
         
           In
           one
           day
           by
           Achilles
           slain
           were
           these
           ,
        
         
           As
           they
           defending
           were
           their
           Kine
           and
           Sheep
           .
        
         
           My
           Mother
           with
           the
           Booty
           he
           brought
           hither
           ,
        
         
           And
           her
           he
           at
           the
           Ships
           did
           pris'ner
           keep
        
         
           Until
           her
           friends
           her
           Ransome
           had
           sent
           thither
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           her
           Country
           back
           they
           sent
           my
           Mother
           ,
        
         
           Who
           shortly
           after
           there
           fell
           sick
           and
           di'd
           .
        
         
           Now
           Hector
           you
           my
           Father
           are
           and
           Brother
           ,
        
         
           Husband
           and
           Mother
           .
           In
           you
           I
           confide
           .
        
         
           For
           pities
           sake
           then
           on
           this
           Turret
           stay
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           Fatherless
           your
           Son
           ,
           I
           Widow
           be
           .
        
         
           And
           set
           your
           armed
           people
           in
           array
           ,
        
         
           And
           those
           that
           aid
           you
           at
           the
           Sycamore-tree
           ,
        
         
           Where
           to
           the
           City
           easiest
           is
           th'
           access
           .
        
         
           For
           there
           it
           was
           the
           Argives
           thrice
           fell
           on
        
         
           Led
           by
           Idomeneus
           ,
           and
           th'
           Ajaxes
           ,
        
         
           The
           two
           Atrides
           ,
           and
           Tydeus
           Son.
        
         
           Whether
           they
           had
           some
           God
           for
           their
           Director
           ,
        
         
           Or
           had
           observ'd
           some
           weakness
           in
           the
           place
        
         
           I
           know
           not
           .
           And
           to
           this
           replyed
           Hector
           ,
        
         
           Dear
           Wife
           ,
           this
           might
           be
           done
           .
           But
           what
           disgrace
        
         
           Shall
           I
           be
           in
           ?
           How
           will
           the
           Trojans
           scoff
        
         
           Both
           Men
           and
           Women
           ,
           and
           deride
           my
           fear
           ,
        
         
           If
           on
           the
           Tow'r
           they
           saw
           me
           standing
           off
        
         
           When
           others
           fighting
           with
           the
           Argives
           were
           ?
        
         
           Besides
           by
           Nature
           I
           am
           framed
           so
           ,
        
         
           I
           am
           not
           able
           to
           abstain
           from
           sight
           ,
        
         
           But
           must
           be
           'mongst
           the
           foremost
           ,
           when
           the
           Foe
        
         
           Invades
           my
           Fathers
           Honour
           in
           my
           sight
           .
        
         
         
           And
           yet
           I
           know
           the
           evil
           day
           will
           come
           ,
        
         
           That
           Priam
           and
           his
           people
           perish
           must
           ,
        
         
           And
           utterly
           destroy'd
           be
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           her
           stately
           Buildings
           lye
           in
           dust
           .
        
         
           Yet
           am
           not
           griev'd
           so
           much
           to
           think
           upon
        
         
           The
           sate
           of
           Troy
           ,
           of
           Priam
           ,
           of
           my
           Mother
           ,
        
         
           Or
           all
           my
           Brothers
           ,
           as
           for
           you
           alone
        
         
           When
           by
           a
           proud
           Achaean
           one
           or
           other
        
         
           You
           drag'd
           are
           weeping
           into
           Slavery
           ,
        
         
           And
           when
           t'
           Achaea
           he
           has
           brought
           you
           home
           ,
        
         
           To
           fetch
           in
           water
           you
           imploy'd
           shall
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           to
           labour
           at
           anothers
           Loom
           .
        
         
           And
           one
           that
           sees
           you
           weeping
           ,
           there
           will
           say
           ,
        
         
           This
           Woman
           was
           the
           Noble
           Hectors
           Bride
           ,
        
         
           The
           bravest
           man
           of
           all
           that
           fought
           for
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           your
           tears
           bring
           back
           again
           the
           Tide
           .
        
         
           But
           dead
           may
           I
           be
           first
           and
           buried
        
         
           Before
           I
           see
           you
           drag'd
           or
           hear
           you
           cry
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           thus
           had
           said
           ,
           his
           arms
           he
           spread
        
         
           The
           Child
           to
           take
           ,
           who
           terrifi'd
           thereby
           ,
        
         
           And
           unacquainted
           with
           a
           glittering
           Crest
        
         
           And
           Horses
           Mayn
           that
           nodding
           at
           it
           hung
           ,
        
         
           Turn'd
           his
           face
           crying
           to
           the
           Nurses
           breast
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           little
           arms
           close
           to
           her
           clung
           .
        
         
           Which
           made
           his
           Father
           and
           his
           Mother
           smile
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           on
           the
           ground
           his
           Helmet
           laid
           ,
        
         
           And
           took
           the
           Child
           and
           dandled
           him
           a
           while
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           Jove
           and
           all
           the
           Gods
           he
           pray'd
           .
        
         
           O
           Jove
           and
           gods
           ,
           Grant
           that
           this
           Son
           of
           mine
        
         
           No
           less
           in
           Troy
           may
           honour'd
           be
           than
           I
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           from
           his
           Fathers
           vertue
           ere
           decline
           ,
        
         
           But
           hold
           the
           reins
           of
           Ilium
           steadily
           .
        
         
           That
           men
           may
           say
           when
           he
           hath
           slain
           his
           Foe
           ,
        
         
           And
           bringeth
           with
           him
           home
           his
           Spoil
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           In
           Battle
           he
           his
           Father
           doth
           out
           do
           ,
        
         
           And
           fill
           his
           loving
           Mothers
           heart
           with
           joy
           ,
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           gave
           the
           Child
           t'
           Andromache
           ,
        
         
           Which
           she
           receiving
           hug'd
           ,
           and
           laugh'd
           and
           cry'd
           .
        
         
           Which
           Hector
           with
           compassion
           did
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           thus
           with
           gentle
           words
           his
           Wife
           did
           chide
           .
        
         
         
           Dear
           Wife
           ,
           do
           not
           afflict
           your self
           for
           me
           .
        
         
           No
           man
           can
           die
           before
           his
           hour
           is
           come
           ;
        
         
           And
           when
           't
           is
           come
           ,
           put
           off
           it
           cannot
           be
        
         
           By
           weak
           nor
           strong
           .
           Therefore
           I
           pra'ye
           go
           home
           ,
        
         
           And
           tend
           your
           work
           ,
           and
           give
           your
           Women
           theirs
           ,
        
         
           And
           sit
           still
           at
           your
           Spindle
           and
           your
           Loom
           ,
        
         
           And
           leave
           to
           men
           these
           Martial
           affairs
           ,
        
         
           And
           me
           that
           have
           the
           charge
           of
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           Then
           up
           he
           takes
           his
           Helmet
           and
           departs
           ,
        
         
           And
           homewards
           she
           ;
           but
           often
           turn'd
           her
           head
           .
        
         
           At
           home
           with
           grief
           she
           fill'd
           her
           womens
           hearts
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           them
           mourn
           for
           Hector
           not
           yet
           dead
           .
        
         
           Nor
           Paris
           at
           his
           house
           did
           longer
           stay
        
         
           Than
           he
           must
           needs
           his
           Armour
           to
           put
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           up
           and
           down
           the
           streets
           went
           every
           way
           ,
        
         
           To
           see
           if
           he
           could
           Hector
           light
           upon
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Horse
           i'
           th'
           Stable
           pampered
           ,
        
         
           And
           used
           to
           be
           washed
           in
           the
           River
        
         
           His
           Headstal
           breaks
           ,
           or
           be
           delivered
        
         
           From
           that
           which
           held
           him
           by
           what
           means
           soever
           ;
        
         
           Then
           proudly
           he
           sets
           up
           his
           Tail
           and
           Head
           ,
        
         
           And
           bears
           the
           Plain
           ,
           and
           with
           the
           wind
           he
           makes
        
         
           His
           Mane
           play
           in
           the
           air
           dishevelled
           ,
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           Pasture
           known
           the
           way
           he
           takes
           :
        
         
           So
           from
           his
           house
           went
           Paris
           through
           the
           Streets
        
         
           With
           shining
           Arms
           ,
           and
           Courage
           at
           his
           heart
           ;
        
         
           And
           quickly
           with
           his
           valiant
           brother
           meets
           ,
        
         
           Turning
           from
           where
           he
           and
           his
           wife
           did
           part
           .
        
         
           And
           first
           to
           
             Hector
             Paris
          
           thus
           began
           .
        
         
           Brother
           I
           fear
           I
           've
           made
           you
           stay
           too
           long
           .
        
         
           No
           (
           he
           reply'd
           )
           your
           courage
           no
           man
           can
        
         
           Accuse
           ,
           but
           such
           as
           mean
           to
           do
           you
           wrong
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           you
           ,
           out
           of
           humour
           ,
           will
           not
           fight
           ,
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           that
           much
           suffer
           for
           your
           sake
        
         
           Speak
           all
           the
           ill
           they
           can
           of
           you
           in
           spight
           .
        
         
           Which
           when
           I
           hear
           ,
           it
           makes
           my
           heart
           to
           ake
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           let
           's
           go
           .
           If
           ere
           the
           Pow'rs
           Divine
        
         
           Displace
           th'
           Achaean
           Host
           ,
           and
           give
           us
           Peace
           ,
        
         
           That
           freely
           to
           them
           we
           may
           offer
           Wine
           ,
        
         
           Your
           quarrel
           with
           the
           Trojans
           soon
           will
           cease
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           VII
           .
        
         
           THis
           said
           ,
           they
           went
           together
           to
           the
           Fight
           ,
        
         
           For
           Paris
           now
           no
           more
           the
           War
           declin'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           welcome
           to
           the
           Trojans
           was
           the
           sight
           ,
        
         
           As
           to
           a
           weary
           Rower
           a
           good
           wind
           .
        
         
           There
           Paris
           slew
           Menesthius
           ,
           the
           Son
        
         
           Of
           the
           great
           Clubman
           Areîthous
        
         
           Of
           Arne
           .
           And
           by
           Hector
           overthrown
        
         
           And
           struck
           clean
           through
           the
           Neck
           was
           Eionus
           .
        
         
           Iphinous
           the
           Son
           of
           Dexias
        
         
           As
           to
           his
           Charre
           he
           mounted
           to
           have
           fled
           ,
        
         
           By
           Glaucus
           through
           the
           Shoulder
           wounded
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           ground
           again
           fell
           backward
           dead
           .
        
         
           When
           Pallas
           saw
           the
           Argives
           fall
           so
           fast
           ,
        
         
           She
           from
           Olympus
           leapt
           to
           Ilium
           :
        
         
           Apollo
           then
           to
           meet
           her
           made
           great
           haste
           ,
        
         
           That
           saw
           her
           from
           his
           Tow'r
           in
           Pergamum
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           were
           together
           at
           the
           Beech
           ,
        
         
           He
           for
           the
           Trojans
           ,
           for
           the
           Argives
           she
           ,
        
         
           Apollo
           to
           her
           thus
           addrest
           his
           Speech
           :
        
         
           Daughter
           of
           Jove
           ,
           what
           great
           necessity
        
         
           Brought
           you
           to
           Troy
           ?
           Was
           it
           to
           please
           your
           mind
           ,
        
         
           Or
           give
           unto
           the
           Greeks
           the
           Victory
           ?
        
         
           For
           well
           I
           know
           to
           Troy
           you
           are
           not
           kind
           .
        
         
           But
           for
           the
           present
           be
           advis'd
           by
           me
           .
        
         
           Let
           th'
           Armies
           both
           give
           over
           fight
           to
           day
           ,
        
         
           And
           fight
           it
           out
           hereafter
           till
           they
           know
        
         
           What
           end
           the
           Fates
           assigned
           have
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Since
           you
           and
           Juno
           needs
           will
           have
           it
           so
           .
        
         
           Your
           Counsel's
           good
           (
           said
           Pallas
           )
           and
           the
           same
        
         
           I
           thought
           upon
           .
           But
           tell
           me
           how
           to
           do
           it
           .
        
         
           For
           to
           that
           end
           I
           from
           Olympus
           came
           .
        
         
           Tell
           me
           but
           how
           ,
           and
           I
           'll
           consent
           unto
           it
           .
        
         
         
           Why
           then
           ,
           said
           
             Phoebus
             ,
             Hector
          
           I
           'll
           excite
        
         
           In
           Duel
           all
           the
           Argives
           to
           defie
           ;
        
         
           And
           they
           some
           one
           will
           choose
           with
           him
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           both
           the
           Armies
           quietly
           stand
           by
           .
        
         
           This
           counsel
           was
           by
           both
           agreed
           upon
           ;
        
         
           And
           known
           to
           Helenus
           by
           Augury
           ,
        
         
           To
           Helenus
           that
           was
           King
           
           Priam's
           Son.
        
         
           And
           he
           to
           Hector
           did
           himself
           apply
           .
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           will
           you
           do
           that
           which
           I
        
         
           That
           am
           your
           Brother
           shall
           advise
           you
           to
           ?
        
         
           Go
           to
           th'
           Achaean
           Army
           and
           defie
        
         
           The
           best
           of
           all
           the
           Argives
           ;
           Boldly
           go
           ;
        
         
           For
           in
           this
           Combat
           you
           are
           not
           to
           die
           :
        
         
           The
           Gods
           have
           told
           me
           so
           ,
           Then
           never
           fear
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           Front
           came
           Hector
           joyfully
           ,
        
         
           With
           both
           his
           hands
           o'
           th'
           middle
           of
           his
           Spear
        
         
           To
           keep
           the
           Trojans
           back
           and
           make
           them
           stand
           ;
        
         
           And
           streight
           King
           Agamemnon
           seeing
           it
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Argives
           gave
           the
           like
           comand
           .
        
         
           Then
           on
           the
           ground
           both
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           sit
           .
        
         
           Phoebus
           and
           Pallas
           flew
           up
           to
           the
           Tree
           ,
        
         
           The
           high
           Beech-tree
           that
           sacred
           was
           to
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           I'
           th'
           likeness
           of
           two
           Vulturs
           ,
           thence
           to
           see
        
         
           How
           the
           two
           Armies
           looked
           from
           above
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           West-wind
           ruffled
           has
           the
           Main
           ,
        
         
           It
           black
           and
           horrid
           to
           the
           eye
           appears
           ;
        
         
           So
           lookt
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           on
           the
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           Grifly
           and
           dark
           with
           Helmets
           ,
           Shields
           and
           Spears
           .
        
         
           Into
           the
           midst
           between
           them
           Hector
           stept
           .
        
         
           You
           Trojans
           and
           well-armed
           Greeks
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Since
           't
           was
           
           Jove's
           will
           our
           Oath
           should
           not
           be
           kept
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           the
           War
           continued
           shall
           be
        
         
           Till
           either
           you
           shall
           win
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Or
           we
           your
           Army
           and
           your
           Ships
           confound
           ,
        
         
           Fighting
           till
           one
           another
           we
           destroy
           ;
        
         
           I
           to
           you
           Argives
           somewhat
           will
           propound
           .
        
         
           The
           best
           of
           all
           the
           Greeks
           are
           present
           here
           .
        
         
           Let
           one
           of
           them
           come
           forth
           and
           fight
           with
           me
           ,
        
         
           On
           these
           conditions
           (
           witness
           Jupiter
           )
        
         
           If
           by
           his
           hand
           I
           slain
           in
           Combat
           be
           ,
        
         
         
           Let
           him
           do
           with
           my
           Armor
           what
           he
           will
           ,
        
         
           But
           send
           my
           Body
           into
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           Apollo
           grant
           me
           him
           to
           kill
           ,
        
         
           His
           Armour
           I
           will
           have
           and
           carry
           home
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           
           Apollo's
           Temple
           dedicate
           .
        
         
           His
           Body
           to
           the
           Ships
           shall
           rendred
           be
           ,
        
         
           That
           on
           his
           Urn
           the
           Greeks
           may
           elevate
        
         
           A
           Mount
           of
           Earth
           for
           Passengers
           to
           see
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Shore
           of
           Hellespont
           ,
           and
           say
           ,
        
         
           Here
           lies
           a
           valiant
           Greek
           by
           Hector
           slain
        
         
           Long
           since
           ,
           when
           th'
           Argives
           were
           besieging
           Troy.
        
         
           My
           honour
           thus
           for
           ever
           will
           remain
           .
        
         
           So
           Hector
           said
           .
           The
           Greeks
           all
           silent
           were
           .
        
         
           For
           shame
           the
           Challenge
           they
           could
           not
           refuse
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           accept
           it
           ev'ry
           one
           did
           fear
           .
        
         
           But
           Menelaus
           then
           his
           Valour
           shews
           ,
        
         
           And
           rising
           up
           in
           anger
           thus
           he
           said
           ,
        
         
           Women
           of
           Argos
           what
           a
           shame
           is
           this
        
         
           That
           you
           should
           all
           of
           Hector
           be
           affraid
           !
        
         
           What
           now
           become
           of
           all
           your
           threatning
           is
           ?
        
         
           There
           ,
           (
           dust
           and
           water
           ,
           heartless
           ,
           nameless
           )
           sit
           .
        
         
           My self
           I
           'll
           arm
           (
           for
           I
           perceive
           no
           odds
           )
        
         
           And
           will
           this
           sturdy
           Champion
           Hector
           meet
           .
        
         
           For
           Victory
           comes
           only
           from
           the
           Gods.
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           rose
           and
           arm'd
           himself
           ;
           and
           there
        
         
           Depriv'd
           of
           life
           had
           Menelaus
           been
        
         
           (
           So
           much
           too
           weak
           he
           was
           )
           by
           
           Hector's
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           the
           Princes
           starting
           up
           came
           in
           .
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           seizing
           on
           his
           hand
           ,
        
         
           Why
           Menelaus
           are
           you
           mad
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           In
           fight
           you
           cannot
           against
           Hector
           stand
           ,
        
         
           How
           much
           soever
           you
           concerned
           be
           .
        
         
           Avoid
           him
           in
           the
           Field
           as
           others
           do
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           who
           than
           you
           much
           stronger
           is
           ,
        
         
           Strong
           as
           he
           is
           ,
           considers
           Hector
           too
           ,
        
         
           And
           cooler
           grows
           as
           oft
           as
           he
           him
           sees
           .
        
         
           Therefore
           ,
           good
           Brother
           ,
           sit
           still
           at
           your
           Troop
           .
        
         
           Some
           other
           we
           'll
           oppose
           to
           
           Hector's
           might
           ,
        
         
           That
           ,
           haughty
           as
           he
           is
           ,
           shall
           make
           him
           stoop
           ,
        
         
           And
           thank
           the
           Gods
           if
           safe
           he
           come
           from
           fight
           .
        
         
         
           To
           this
           good
           counsel
           yielded
           Menelaus
           .
        
         
           Whereat
           his
           Servants
           not
           a
           little
           joy'd
           ,
        
         
           Came
           in
           ,
           and
           soon
           by
           them
           unarm'd
           he
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Greeks
           then
           Nestor
           rose
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           how
           unwelcome
           will
           this
           Story
           be
        
         
           To
           Greece
           ,
           and
           Peleus
           King
           o'
           th'
           Myrmidons
           ,
        
         
           Who
           at
           his
           house
           the
           names
           enquir'd
           of
           me
        
         
           Both
           of
           your selves
           ,
           your
           Fathers
           ,
           and
           your
           Sons
           .
        
         
           If
           he
           should
           know
           how
           much
           you
           Hector
           dread
           ,
        
         
           How
           oft
           would
           he
           hold
           up
           his
           hands
           ,
           and
           pray
        
         
           The
           Gods
           to
           send
           him
           down
           amongst
           the
           dead
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           body
           take
           all
           sense
           away
           !
        
         
           O
           that
           I
           were
           as
           young
           as
           I
           was
           then
        
         
           When
           war
           was
           'twixt
           Arcadia
           and
           Pyle
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           Walls
           of
           Pheia
           stood
           the
           men
        
         
           Ready
           for
           bloody
           fight
           in
           Rank
           and
           File
           !
        
         
           Amongst
           them
           stood
           one
           Ereuthalion
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           great
           man
           Areîthous
        
         
           Upon
           his
           Shoulders
           had
           the
           Armour
           on
           ,
        
         
           Who
           Clubman
           commonly
           surnamed
           was
           ,
        
         
           Because
           he
           used
           neither
           Bow
           nor
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           But
           with
           an
           Iron
           Club
           the
           Battles
           brake
           .
        
         
           Lycurgus
           slew
           him
           though
           he
           weaker
           were
           ,
        
         
           (
           When
           at
           advantage
           great
           he
           did
           him
           take
           )
        
         
           By
           craft
           ,
           not
           strength
           .
           For
           in
           a
           narrow
           way
        
         
           He
           watch'd
           him
           at
           a
           turning
           with
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           a
           sudden
           took
           his
           life
           away
           ,
        
         
           So
           that
           the
           Club
           had
           nothing
           to
           do
           there
           .
        
         
           Then
           took
           he
           off
           his
           Arms
           ,
           and
           wore
           the
           same
        
         
           In
           Battle
           when
           there
           was
           occasion
           ,
        
         
           But
           gave
           them
           when
           old
           age
           upon
           him
           came
        
         
           To
           this
           his
           Squier
           Ereuthalion
           .
        
         
           Who
           wearing
           them
           our
           Army
           did
           defie
           ,
        
         
           At
           which
           when
           others
           trembling
           stood
           and
           shook
        
         
           Although
           the
           youngest
           of
           them
           all
           was
           I
           ,
        
         
           Great
           as
           he
           was
           ,
           the
           man
           I
           undertook
           ,
        
         
           And
           slew
           him
           by
           the
           Goddess
           Pallas
           aid
           ,
        
         
           The
           strong'st
           and
           tallest
           that
           I
           ever
           slew
           ,
        
         
           As
           when
           upon
           the
           ground
           he
           stretcht
           was
           laid
           ,
        
         
           The
           place
           he
           covered
           did
           plainly
           shew
           .
        
         
         
           If
           I
           were
           now
           as
           young
           and
           strong
           as
           then
           ,
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           for
           Hector
           soon
           a
           match
           should
           find
           ,
        
         
           Though
           none
           of
           you
           that
           are
           their
           bravest
           men
        
         
           To
           try
           your
           fortune
           with
           him
           have
           a
           mind
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Nestor
           th'
           Argive
           Lords
           did
           reprehend
           ,
        
         
           And
           nine
           of
           them
           in
           number
           (
           all
           that
           durst
        
         
           In
           single
           fight
           with
           Hector
           to
           contend
           )
        
         
           Armed
           ,
           and
           Agamemnon
           was
           the
           first
           .
        
         
           And
           next
           the
           strong
           and
           valiant
           Diomed
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           greater
           Ajax
           ,
           then
           the
           less
           ,
        
         
           Then
           King
           Idomeneus
           ,
           of
           Creet
           the
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           his
           good
           Squire
           Meriones
           ,
        
         
           Who
           as
           the
           God
           of
           Battle
           valiant
           was
           ,
        
         
           Besides
           Eurypylus
           Euaemon's
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           Andremon
           the
           stour
           Son
           Thoas
           ,
        
         
           And
           wise
           Ulysses
           last
           of
           all
           made
           one
           .
        
         
           So
           many
           Greeks
           durst
           Hector
           undertake
           .
        
         
           Bring
           in
           your
           Lots
           ,
           said
           Nestor
           then
           ,
           and
           we
        
         
           Will
           in
           a
           Helmet
           them
           together
           shake
           .
        
         
           And
           who
           by
           Lot
           our
           Champion
           shall
           be
        
         
           S●all
           please
           us
           all
           ,
           but
           please
           himself
           much
           more
        
         
           When
           back
           again
           he
           cometh
           from
           the
           fight
           .
        
         
           Then
           brought
           they
           in
           their
           Lots
           ;
           which
           ore
           and
           ore
        
         
           He
           shook
           in
           
           Agamemnon's
           Helmet
           bright
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           people
           lift
           their
           hands
           ,
           and
           pray
           ,
        
         
           O
           Jove
           ,
           let
           now
           the
           Lot
           to
           Ajax
           fall
           ,
        
         
           Or
           that
           on
           Diomedes
           light
           it
           may
           ,
        
         
           Or
           on
           Atrides
           our
           great
           General
           .
        
         
           The
           Helmet
           shaken
           threw
           out
           Ajax
           Lot
           ,
        
         
           Which
           th'Herald
           took
           and
           carried
           about
        
         
           To
           th'
           Argive
           Princes
           ,
           but
           they
           own'd
           it
           not
           ,
        
         
           Till
           to
           the
           hand
           of
           Ajax
           it
           was
           brought
           ,
        
         
           Who
           sign'd
           it
           had
           ,
           and
           into
           th'Helmet
           thrown
           .
        
         
           He
           took
           it
           ,
           and
           a
           while
           consider'd
           it
           ;
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           was
           assured
           't
           was
           his
           own
           ,
        
         
           Rose
           up
           ,
           and
           lets
           it
           fall
           before
           his
           feet
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Princes
           said
           ,
           This
           Lot
           is
           mine
           ,
        
         
           And
           glad
           I
           am
           ,
           and
           hope
           for
           Victory
           .
        
         
           But
           send
           your
           Pray'rs
           up
           to
           the
           Pow'rs
           divine
           ,
        
         
           While
           I
           put
           on
           my
           Arms
           ;
           and
           silently
           ,
        
         
         
           So
           that
           (
           at
           least
           )
           the
           Trojans
           may
           not
           hear
           .
        
         
           Or
           (
           now
           I
           think
           on
           't
           )
           plain
           and
           openly
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           see
           nothing
           that
           I
           need
           to
           fear
           .
        
         
           I
           am
           not
           forc'd
           to
           fight
           unwillingly
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           rashly
           undertook
           the
           enterprize
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           was
           born
           and
           bred
           in
           Salamis
           ,
        
         
           And
           hope
           I
           am
           not
           so
           weak
           or
           unwise
           .
        
         
           Assoon
           as
           mighty
           Ajax
           had
           said
           this
           ,
        
         
           The
           people
           looking
           up
           to
           Heav'n
           pray'd
           .
        
         
           O
           Jove
           ,
           said
           one
           ,
           grant
           Ajax
           Victory
           ,
        
         
           Or
           if
           you
           be
           inclin'd
           Hector
           to
           aid
           ,
        
         
           Then
           let
           their
           strength
           and
           glory
           equal
           be
           .
        
         
           When
           Ajax
           had
           his
           Arms
           put
           on
           compleat
           ,
        
         
           He
           walkt
           away
           with
           a
           Majestique
           pace
           ,
        
         
           As
           Mars
           goes
           to
           the
           War.
           His
           strides
           were
           great
           ,
        
         
           And
           scornful
           smiles
           with
           terror
           in
           his
           face
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           went
           he
           shook
           his
           mighty
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Which
           joyfully
           the
           Argives
           did
           behold
           ;
        
         
           But
           by
           the
           Trojans
           lookt
           on
           was
           with
           fear
           ;
        
         
           And
           Hector
           at
           the
           heart
           himself
           was
           cold
           .
        
         
           But
           was
           ashamed
           back
           again
           to
           fly
           ,
        
         
           Since
           he
           provok'd
           him
           had
           into
           the
           field
           .
        
         
           And
           Ajax
           now
           was
           come
           unto
           him
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           As
           from
           a
           Tower
           looking
           ore
           his
           Shield
           .
        
         
           By
           Tychius
           of
           Hyla
           made
           it
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           cover'd
           with
           sev'n
           fat
           Bulls
           hides
           well
           tan'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           over
           them
           an
           eight
           of
           shining
           Brass
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           his
           Breast
           he
           held
           it
           with
           his
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           threatning
           said
           ,
           Hector
           I
           'll
           make
           you
           see
           ,
        
         
           That
           in
           the
           Army
           many
           yet
           remain
           ,
        
         
           Though
           from
           us
           angry
           gone
           Achilles
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           discontent
           from
           Battle
           now
           abstain
           ,
        
         
           That
           fear
           not
           Hector
           .
           Do
           the
           worst
           you
           can
           .
        
         
           Ajax
           (
           said
           Hector
           )
           I
           am
           not
           a
           Child
        
         
           Nor
           Woman
           to
           be
           threatned
           ,
           but
           a
           Man
        
         
           That
           understands
           the
           bus'ness
           of
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           And
           can
           my
           Buckler
           bear
           from
           ●est
           to
           Right
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           whereon
           in
           Battle
           to
           rely
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           to
           guide
           my
           Horses
           in
           a
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           move
           my
           feet
           to
           Mars
           his
           Melody
           .
        
         
         
           But
           no
           such
           cunning
           will
           I
           use
           with
           you
           .
        
         
           My
           Spear
           I
           'll
           send
           unto
           you
           openly
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           that
           word
           the
           long
           Spear
           from
           him
           flew
           ,
        
         
           And
           pierc'd
           his
           Target
           to
           the
           seventh
           ply
           .
        
         
           But
           there
           it
           staid
           .
           Then
           Ajax
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Which
           
           Hector's
           Shield
           ,
           Armour
           &
           Coat
           went
           through
           .
        
         
           But
           Hector
           shrunk
           his
           Belly
           in
           for
           fear
           .
        
         
           For
           else
           it
           pierced
           had
           his
           Belly
           too
           .
        
         
           Then
           from
           their
           Shields
           the
           Spears
           they
           plucked
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           them
           no
           more
           at
           one
           another
           threw
           ,
        
         
           But
           came
           unto
           each
           other
           close
           and
           ●ought
           .
        
         
           And
           like
           two
           Lions
           on
           each
           other
           flew
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           made
           a
           thrust
           at
           Ajax
           Shield
        
         
           Which
           entred
           not
           ,
           resisted
           by
           the
           brass
           :
        
         
           But
           
           Hector's
           Shield
           to
           Ajax
           Spear
           did
           yield
           ,
        
         
           Which
           pierc'd
           it
           through
           ;
           and
           so
           far
           in
           did
           pass
           ,
        
         
           That
           grazing
           on
           his
           Neck
           it
           fetch'd
           the
           blood
           .
        
         
           But
           Hector
           not
           dismaid
           took
           up
           a
           Stone
           .
        
         
           Ajax
           took
           't
           on
           his
           Shield
           and
           firmly
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           hand
           took
           up
           a
           greater
           one
        
         
           And
           rougher
           ,
           which
           did
           
           Hector's
           Buckler
           tear
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           weight
           unto
           the
           ground
           him
           threw
           ,
        
         
           But
           up
           again
           Apollo
           did
           him
           rear
           .
        
         
           Then
           both
           of
           them
           (
           the
           Combat
           to
           renew
           )
        
         
           Their
           Swords
           were
           drawing
           .
           But
           the
           Heralds
           then
        
         
           Idaeus
           and
           Talthibius
           came
           in
           ,
        
         
           The
           sacred
           Messengers
           of
           Gods
           and
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           put
           themselves
           the
           Combatants
           between
           .
        
         
           
           Troy's
           Herald
           then
           Idaeus
           to
           them
           spake
           .
        
         
           Good
           Sons
           ,
           belov'd
           of
           Jove
           ,
           give
           over
           fight
           .
        
         
           For
           all
           men
           of
           your
           Valour
           notice
           take
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           't
           is
           late
           ;
           we
           must
           submit
           to
           Night
           .
        
         
           Idaeus
           (
           then
           said
           Ajax
           )
           let
           these
           words
        
         
           From
           Hector
           come
           ,
           from
           whom
           came
           the
           Defie
           .
        
         
           'T
           was
           he
           that
           Challeng'd
           all
           the
           Argive
           Lords
           .
        
         
           Let
           him
           give
           over
           first
           ,
           and
           then
           will
           I.
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           spake
           .
           Ajax
           since
           you
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           The
           Gods
           indued
           have
           with
           Strength
           and
           Wit
           ,
        
         
           Let
           for
           to
           day
           the
           quarrel
           ended
           be
           .
        
         
           Hereafter
           let
           the
           Gods
           determine
           it
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           give
           which
           side
           they
           please
           the
           Victory
           .
        
         
           For
           now
           't
           is
           late
           .
           To
           Night
           we
           must
           submit
           .
        
         
           That
           you
           the
           Greeks
           may
           cheer
           ,
           and
           specially
        
         
           Your
           own
           friends
           ,
           and
           companions
           at
           your
           Fleet
           :
        
         
           And
           I
           the
           Trojans
           from
           their
           fear
           relieve
           ,
        
         
           And
           Wives
           ,
           that
           for
           my
           safe
           return
           do
           pray
           .
        
         
           But
           come
           ,
           let
           's
           t'one
           another
           Tokens
           give
           ,
        
         
           That
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           seeing
           them
           may
           say
           ,
        
         
           These
           two
           men
           fought
           and
           sought
           each
           others
           death
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           parted
           friends
           .
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           to
           him
           gave
        
         
           His
           Belt
           with
           his
           good
           Sword
           and
           Iv'ry
           Sheath
           ;
        
         
           Ajax
           to
           him
           his
           shining
           Girdle
           brave
           .
        
         
           Thus
           parted
           ,
           Ajax
           to
           the
           Argives
           went
           ;
        
         
           And
           Hector
           back
           into
           the
           Troops
           of
           Troy
           ;
        
         
           Who
           mightily
           rejoyc'd
           at
           the
           event
        
         
           That
           past
           all
           hope
           they
           saw
           him
           come
           away
           .
        
         
           The
           Lords
           conducted
           him
           to
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           to
           
             Agamemnon
             Ajax
          
           led
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           all
           unto
           his
           Tent
           were
           come
           ,
        
         
           He
           for
           them
           sacrific'd
           a
           Bull
           well
           fed
           .
        
         
           Which
           flay'd
           ,
           divided
           ,
           roasted
           ,
           taken
           up
        
         
           The
           Carvers
           into
           Messes
           cut
           .
           This
           done
        
         
           King
           Agamemnon
           and
           the
           Princes
           sup
           .
        
         
           The
           Chine
           at
           Ajax
           Table
           was
           set
           on
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           their
           thirst
           and
           hunger
           was
           subdu'd
           ,
        
         
           Nestor
           whose
           counsel
           still
           had
           been
           the
           best
           ,
        
         
           What
           further
           was
           to
           be
           consider'd
           shew'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Princes
           all
           his
           Speech
           addrest
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           ,
           and
           you
           other
           Princes
           know
        
         
           How
           Mars
           with
           Argives
           strowed
           hath
           the
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           And
           sent
           their
           Souls
           down
           to
           the
           Powr's
           below
           ,
        
         
           Whose
           bloody
           Bodies
           in
           the
           Field
           remain
           .
        
         
           To
           morrow
           therefore
           let
           us
           cease
           from
           War
           ,
        
         
           And
           early
           in
           the
           Morning
           fetch
           the
           dead
           ,
        
         
           And
           burn
           them
           somewhere
           from
           the
           Ships
           not
           far
           ,
        
         
           That
           t'
           Argos
           back
           they
           may
           be
           carried
           ,
        
         
           When
           we
           depart
           from
           hence
           ;
           that
           their
           Bones
           may
        
         
           By
           their
           own
           Friends
           and
           Children
           buried
           be
           .
        
         
           Let
           's
           raise
           a
           Mount
           upon
           the
           Shore
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           One
           for
           them
           all
           ,
           for
           Passengers
           to
           see
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           fortifie
           our
           good
           Ships
           with
           a
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           And
           Turrets
           in
           it
           ,
           and
           a
           Ditch
           without
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           unawares
           the
           Trojans
           on
           us
           fall
           ,
        
         
           And
           Gates
           for
           Charrets
           to
           go
           in
           and
           out
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           Trojan
           Lords
           at
           Counsel
           were
        
         
           Loud
           and
           discordant
           .
           Then
           Antenor
           said
           ,
        
         
           Trojans
           and
           Aids
           I
           pray
           to
           me
           give
           ear
           ,
        
         
           For
           of
           the
           worst
           I
           greatly
           am
           affraid
           .
        
         
           Let
           Menelaus
           have
           his
           Wife
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           goods
           she
           brought
           with
           her
           .
           Take
           heed
           ;
        
         
           Against
           our
           Oath
           we
           shall
           but
           fight
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           Then
           let
           her
           go
           ,
           or
           never
           look
           to
           speed
           .
        
         
           Antenor
           (
           then
           said
           Paris
           )
           this
           is
           not
        
         
           The
           best
           advice
           you
           could
           have
           given
           ,
           or
        
         
           (
           If
           what
           you
           say
           dissent
           not
           from
           your
           thought
           )
        
         
           You
           are
           not
           now
           so
           wise
           as
           heretofore
        
         
           Thus
           much
           to
           you
           .
           But
           to
           the
           Trojans
           this
           .
        
         
           Her
           wealth
           I
           le
           render
           ,
           with
           more
           of
           mine
           own
           .
        
         
           But
           my
           Wife
           Helen
           I
           will
           not
           dismiss
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           that
           had
           said
           again
           sat
           down
           .
        
         
           Then
           Priam
           rose
           :
           Trojans
           and
           Aids
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Now
           take
           your
           Supper
           as
           you
           us'd
           to
           do
           ,
        
         
           And
           Sentinels
           set
           such
           as
           careful
           be
           ;
        
         
           To
           morrow
           I
           will
           send
           Idaeus
           to
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           with
           Paris
           answer
           ,
           and
           to
           try
        
         
           If
           they
           from
           Battle
           for
           so
           long
           will
           cease
           ,
        
         
           That
           we
           may
           burn
           our
           slain
           men
           quietly
           ,
        
         
           And
           fight
           again
           hereafter
           when
           they
           please
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Trojans
           to
           their
           Suppers
           went.
        
         
           Next
           Morn
           Idaeus
           found
           the
           Argive
           Lords
        
         
           Together
           met
           at
           
           Agamemnon's
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           coming
           in
           ;
           unto
           them
           said
           these
           words
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           ,
           and
           you
           Argives
           all
           ,
           I
           come
        
         
           With
           Terms
           from
           Paris
           ,
           and
           by
           Priam
           sent
           ,
        
         
           On
           which
           you
           may
           depart
           from
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           And
           end
           the
           War
           ,
           if
           thereto
           you
           consent
           .
        
         
           The
           wealth
           which
           he
           with
           Helen
           brought
           ashore
        
         
           (
           I
           would
           before
           he
           brought
           it
           he
           had
           dy'd
           )
        
         
           To
           Menelaus
           he
           will
           give
           and
           more
           .
        
         
           But
           his
           wife
           Helen
           shall
           with
           him
           abide
           .
        
         
         
           Besides
           ,
           the
           People
           have
           commanded
           me
        
         
           To
           ask
           you
           if
           you
           will
           the
           War
           suspend
           ,
        
         
           Until
           our
           dead
           fetcht
           off
           and
           burned
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           fight
           till
           Jove
           the
           War
           shall
           end
           .
        
         
           So
           said
           Idaeus
           .
           The
           Greeks
           silent
           were
        
         
           A
           while
           .
           At
           last
           Tydides
           rose
           and
           spake
           .
        
         
           Let
           not
           the
           Greeks
           so
           much
           the
           Trojans
           fear
        
         
           As
           Helens
           goods
           ,
           or
           her
           herself
           to
           take
        
         
           At
           
           Alexander's
           hands
           .
           The
           hour
           is
           come
        
         
           (
           As
           any
           Child
           may
           manifestly
           see
           )
        
         
           That
           must
           orethrow
           the
           State
           of
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           So
           said
           Tydides
           ,
           and
           much
           prays'd
           was
           he
           .
        
         
           Then
           Agamemnon
           answer'd
           to
           Idaeus
           ,
        
         
           You
           hear
           what
           th'
           Argives
           say
           .
           I
           say
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           As
           for
           the
           dead
           men
           burn
           them
           if
           you
           please
           ;
        
         
           They
           're
           good
           for
           nothing
           ,
           I
           contented
           am
           .
        
         
           And
           of
           this
           Truce
           let
           Jove
           a
           witness
           be
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           to
           Jove
           his
           Scepter
           up
           he
           heav'd
           .
        
         
           Idaeus
           back
           to
           Troy
           went
           speedily
        
         
           The
           Answer
           to
           relate
           he
           had
           receiv'd
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           States
           of
           Troy
           in
           Councel
           sat
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           their
           Heralds
           coming
           back
           expected
           .
        
         
           Idaeus
           then
           went
           in
           ,
           and
           told
           them
           that
        
         
           The
           offer
           made
           by
           Paris
           was
           rejected
           .
        
         
           But
           that
           a
           Truce
           was
           granted
           for
           a
           day
           .
        
         
           Next
           Morn
           the
           Trojans
           early
           as
           they
           cou'd
        
         
           Went
           some
           to
           th'
           field
           to
           fetch
           their
           dead
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           others
           to
           the
           Hill
           to
           fetch
           down
           wood
           .
        
         
           So
           did
           the
           Argives
           some
           to
           Ida
           go
        
         
           For
           wood
           ,
           and
           others
           to
           the
           bloody
           field
           .
        
         
           But
           could
           not
           then
           distinguish
           friend
           from
           foe
           .
        
         
           But
           by
           and
           by
           the
           Sun
           began
           to
           guild
        
         
           Scamander
           Plain
           ;
           then
           washt
           they
           off
           the
           gore
        
         
           And
           dust
           ,
           and
           laid
           their
           dead
           men
           upon
           Carts
           .
        
         
           But
           Priam
           had
           forbidden
           them
           to
           roar
           ,
        
         
           Or
           cry
           outright
           ,
           though
           grieved
           at
           their
           hearts
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           had
           burnt
           them
           ,
           back
           they
           went
           again
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           too
           ,
           when
           they
           had
           consum'd
           with
           fire
        
         
           And
           done
           their
           lamentation
           for
           the
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           their
           Ships
           did
           back
           again
           retire
           .
        
         
         
           But
           this
           th'
           Achaeans
           did
           at
           break
           of
           day
           ,
        
         
           And
           rais'd
           one
           mighty
           Monument
           for
           all
           .
        
         
           And
           the
           incursion
           of
           the
           Foe
           to
           stay
           ,
        
         
           Their
           Navy
           they
           inclosed
           with
           a
           Wall.
        
         
           With
           Turrets
           high
           and
           a
           great
           Ditch
           without
           ,
        
         
           (
           Upon
           the
           sides
           whereof
           sharp
           Pales
           they
           fix
           )
        
         
           And
           Gates
           for
           Charrets
           to
           go
           in
           and
           out
           .
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           day
           thus
           toyling
           were
           the
           Greeks
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           Gods
           together
           sat
           above
           ,
        
         
           And
           wondring
           lookt
           upon
           this
           work
           of
           men
           ;
        
         
           And
           Neptune
           then
           addrest
           his
           Speech
           to
           Jove
           .
        
         
           What
           mortals
           will
           the
           Gods
           consult
           agen
           ?
        
         
           See
           you
           not
           what
           a
           Wall
           the
           Greeks
           have
           rear'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           what
           a
           ditch
           about
           it
           made
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           The
           same
           whereof
           'mongst
           people
           will
           be
           heard
        
         
           As
           far
           as
           the
           Sun-beams
           extended
           be
           ?
        
         
           Yet
           to
           the
           Gods
           they
           Hecatomb
           gave
           none
           .
        
         
           Whereas
           the
           Walls
           that
           I
           and
           Phoebus
           rais'd
        
         
           About
           the
           City
           for
           Laomedon
        
         
           Obscur'd
           by
           this
           no
           longer
           will
           be
           prais'd
           .
        
         
           Then
           answer'd
           
             Jove
             .
             Neptune
          
           ,
           I
           never
           thought
        
         
           That
           such
           a
           word
           would
           e're
           have
           come
           from
           you
        
         
           That
           have
           the
           pow'r
           to
           bring
           their
           work
           to
           nought
           .
        
         
           A
           lesser
           God
           might
           have
           complain'd
           ,
           't
           is
           true
           ;
        
         
           But
           of
           your
           pow'r
           Aurora
           sees
           no
           bound
           .
        
         
           Stay
           only
           till
           the
           Greeks
           be
           gone
           away
           ;
        
         
           Then
           break
           their
           Wall
           ,
           and
           throw
           it
           to
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           hide
           the
           place
           with
           Sand.
           Thus
           talked
           they
           .
        
         
           The
           Sun
           now
           set
           ,
           and
           finisht
           was
           the
           Wall.
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           went
           back
           then
           each
           man
           to
           his
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           good
           fat
           Beeves
           they
           made
           to
           fall
           ;
        
         
           And
           Wine
           they
           had
           great
           store
           from
           Lemnos
           sent
           .
        
         
           For
           Ships
           abundance
           laden
           were
           come
           in
           ,
        
         
           Which
           by
           Euneus
           (
           th'Hero
           
           Jason's
           Son
        
         
           Got
           on
           Hypsiphile
           )
           thither
           sent
           had
           been
           ,
        
         
           For
           which
           the
           Army
           barter'd
           .
           Hides
           gave
           one
           ,
        
         
           Another
           th'Ox
           it self
           ,
           another
           Brass
           ,
        
         
           One
           Iron
           ,
           and
           another
           gave
           a
           Slave
           ,
        
         
           Beside
           what
           by
           Eunëus
           given
           was
        
         
           To
           th'
           two
           Atrides
           of
           free
           gift
           to
           have
           .
        
         
         
           When
           Supper
           ready
           was
           they
           all
           sat
           down
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           night
           long
           the
           Feast
           continued
           ,
        
         
           Greeks
           in
           their
           Tents
           ,
           and
           Trojans
           in
           the
           Town
           .
        
         
           And
           all
           night
           long
           aloud
           Jove
           thundered
           ,
        
         
           Meaning
           no
           good
           to
           th'
           Greeks
           .
           Then
           pour'd
           they
           on
        
         
           The
           ground
           the
           offer'd
           wine
           ,
           Jove
           to
           content
           .
        
         
           And
           no
           man
           durst
           to
           drink
           till
           that
           was
           done
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           had
           well
           drunk
           to
           sleep
           they
           went.
           
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           VIII
           .
        
         
           THe
           Morning
           now
           was
           quite
           display'd
           ,
           and
           Jove
        
         
           Upon
           Olympus
           highest
           top
           was
           set
           :
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           Gods
           and
           Goddesses
           above
        
         
           By
           his
           command
           were
           there
           together
           met
           .
        
         
           And
           Jupiter
           unto
           them
           speaking
           said
           ,
        
         
           You
           Gods
           all
           and
           you
           Goddesses
           d'ye
           hear
           ,
        
         
           Let
           none
           of
           you
           the
           Greeks
           or
           Trojans
           aid
           ;
        
         
           I
           cannot
           do
           my
           work
           for
           you
           .
           Forbear
           .
        
         
           For
           whomsoever
           I
           assisting
           see
        
         
           The
           Argives
           or
           the
           Trojans
           ,
           be
           it
           known
        
         
           He
           wounded
           shall
           return
           and
           laught
           at
           be
           ,
        
         
           Or
           headlong
           into
           Tartarus
           be
           thrown
           ,
        
         
           Into
           the
           deepest
           pit
           of
           Tartarus
           ,
        
         
           Shut
           in
           with
           Gates
           of
           Brass
           ,
           as
           much
           below
        
         
           The
           common
           Hell
           ,
           as
           't
           is
           from
           Hell
           to
           us
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           you
           will
           my
           pow'r
           by
           trial
           know
           ,
        
         
           Put
           now
           into
           my
           hand
           a
           Chain
           of
           Gold
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           one
           end
           thereof
           lye
           on
           the
           plain
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           you
           Gods
           and
           Goddesses
           take
           hold
           ;
        
         
           You
           shall
           not
           move
           me
           howsoere
           you
           strain
           .
        
         
           At
           th'
           other
           end
           ,
           if
           I
           my
           strength
           put
           to
           't
           ,
        
         
           I
           'll
           pull
           you
           Gods
           and
           Goddesses
           to
           me
        
         
           Do
           what
           you
           can
           ,
           and
           Earth
           and
           Sea
           to
           boot
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           you
           hang
           there
           till
           my
           pow'r
           you
           see
           .
        
         
           The
           Gods
           were
           out
           of
           countenance
           at
           this
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           such
           mighty
           words
           durst
           not
           reply
           ,
        
         
           Till
           Pallas
           said
           ,
           Well
           known
           ,
           O
           Father
           ,
           is
        
         
           Your
           mighty
           Pow'r
           .
           But
           do
           not
           us
           deny
           ,
        
         
           When
           we
           so
           many
           Argives
           falling
           see
           ,
        
         
           To
           show
           we
           have
           compassion
           ,
           and
           grieve
           .
        
         
           And
           though
           in
           fight
           we
           no
           Assistants
           be
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           let
           us
           somtimes
           counsel
           to
           them
           give
           ,
        
         
         
           Lest
           in
           your
           anger
           they
           be
           all
           destroy'd
           .
        
         
           Dear
           Child
           (
           said
           Jove
           )
           it
           goes
           against
           my
           mind
           .
        
         
           I
           would
           not
           have
           my
           Orders
           disobey'd
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           granted
           though
           .
           For
           I
           'll
           to
           you
           be
           kind
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           set
           his
           Horses
           to
           his
           Charre
           ,
        
         
           Hard
           hoof'd
           ,
           swift-footed
           Horses
           two
           .
           Like
           Gold
        
         
           Their
           Mains
           profound
           well-combed
           shined
           farre
           .
        
         
           Then
           arm'd
           himself
           ,
           and
           on
           the
           whip
           laid
           hold
           .
        
         
           No
           sooner
           had
           the
           Horses
           felt
           the
           Whip
           ,
        
         
           But
           up
           they
           start
           ,
           and
           'twixt
           the
           Earth
           and
           Sky
        
         
           The
           winds
           themselves
           with
           swiftness
           they
           outstrip
           ,
        
         
           And
           came
           unto
           the
           top
           of
           Ida
           high
        
         
           To
           Gargarus
           ,
           and
           there
           Jove
           took
           them
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           hiding
           them
           with
           air
           on
           th'Hill
           sate
           down
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           sat
           he
           cast
           his
           eyes
           about
        
         
           With
           great
           content
           upon
           the
           Fleet
           and
           Town
           .
        
         
           The
           Argives
           at
           their
           Tents
           short
           Break-fast
           make
           ,
        
         
           And
           arm'd
           themselves
           assoon
           as
           they
           had
           done
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           ,
           for
           their
           Wives
           and
           Childrens
           sake
           ,
        
         
           (
           Though
           fewer
           )
           arm'd
           and
           made
           haste
           to
           be
           gone
           .
        
         
           Then
           open'd
           were
           the
           Gates
           ,
           and
           to
           the
           Field
        
         
           Out
           came
           they
           Horse
           and
           Man
           ;
           and
           being
           met
           ,
        
         
           They
           Man
           to
           Man
           came
           up
           with
           Shield
           to
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           And
           Spear
           to
           Spear
           ;
           and
           on
           each
           other
           set
           .
        
         
           Some
           groan'd
           ,
           some
           vaunted
           ,
           mighty
           was
           the
           din
        
         
           Of
           those
           that
           kill
           ,
           and
           those
           that
           falling
           cry
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           condition
           they
           continued
           in
        
         
           Until
           the
           Sun
           had
           mounted
           half
           the
           Sky
           .
        
         
           Then
           Jove
           took
           up
           a
           pair
           of
           Scales
           of
           Gold
           ,
        
         
           And
           weigh'd
           the
           fates
           of
           both
           the
           Nations
           ,
        
         
           And
           equally
           suspended
           them
           did
           hold
           ;
        
         
           But
           not
           so
           equal
           were
           their
           inclinations
           .
        
         
           For
           th'
           Argive
           Scale
           sat
           still
           upon
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           While
           th'
           other
           lifted
           was
           up
           to
           the
           skies
           .
        
         
           Heaven
           and
           Earth
           did
           then
           with
           Thunder
           sound
           ,
        
         
           And
           Jove
           threw
           Lightning
           in
           the
           Argives
           eyes
           .
        
         
           Then
           all
           the
           Greeks
           amazed
           ran
           away
           .
        
         
           Idomeneus
           and
           Agamemnon
           ran
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           either
           of
           the
           Ajaxes
           durst
           stay
           :
        
         
           Except
           old
           Nestor
           they
           fled
           ev'ry
           man.
        
         
         
           And
           Nestor
           too
           had
           fled
           ,
           had
           he
           known
           how
           :
        
         
           For
           of
           his
           Horses
           Paris
           one
           had
           shot
           ,
        
         
           And
           pierc'd
           his
           Forehead
           just
           above
           the
           Brow
        
         
           Into
           the
           Brain
           ,
           so
           that
           his
           Chariot
        
         
           Now
           useless
           was
           ,
           and
           the
           Horse
           troublesome
           .
        
         
           Then
           cuts
           he
           th'Harness
           ;
           but
           so
           long
           did
           stay
           ,
        
         
           That
           Hector
           now
           was
           almost
           to
           him
           come
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'
           Old
           man
           surely
           had
           been
           cast
           away
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           Tydides
           saw
           him
           in
           this
           pain
           ,
        
         
           And
           terribly
           t'
           Ulysses
           cryed
           out
           ,
        
         
           Whither
           d'
           ye
           fly
           Ulysses
           ?
           Come
           again
           ,
        
         
           Help
           to
           defend
           old
           Nestor
           ;
           face
           about
           .
        
         
           While
           he
           said
           this
           ,
           Ulysses
           still
           ran
           on
           ,
        
         
           Not
           minding
           what
           he
           said
           .
           And
           Diomed
           ,
        
         
           To
           succour
           Nestor
           ,
           to
           him
           went
           alone
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           stood
           before
           his
           Chariots
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           said
           ,
           O
           Nestor
           ,
           youthful
           is
           the
           Foe
        
         
           That
           cometh
           on
           ,
           and
           you
           now
           very
           old
           ,
        
         
           Your
           Charioteer
           not
           strong
           ,
           your
           Horses
           slow
           ,
        
         
           Come
           up
           into
           my
           Charret
           ,
           and
           behold
        
         
           My
           Trojan
           Horses
           how
           well
           they
           can
           run
        
         
           When
           there
           is
           cause
           t'
           approach
           or
           shun
           the
           fight
           .
        
         
           From
           Venus
           Son
           Aeneas
           I
           them
           won
           ,
        
         
           A
           man
           of
           much
           experience
           in
           flight
           :
        
         
           Send
           back
           your
           Horses
           ,
           and
           with
           mine
           we
           'll
           go
        
         
           And
           fight
           the
           Trojans
           .
           'T
           will
           not
           be
           amiss
        
         
           To
           let
           the
           mighty
           Champion
           Hector
           know
           ,
        
         
           A
           Spear
           as
           mad
           is
           in
           my
           hand
           as
           his
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           both
           Sthen'lus
           and
           Eurymedon
        
         
           With
           
           Nestor's
           Horses
           went
           to
           
           Nestor's
           Tent
           :
        
         
           Nestor
           and
           Diomed
           ,
           both
           mounted
           on
        
         
           Tydides
           Charret
           ,
           up
           to
           Hector
           went.
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           were
           to
           one
           another
           near
           ,
        
         
           At
           
             Hector
             Diomedes
          
           threw
           in
           haste
           ,
        
         
           And
           miss'd
           of
           him
           ,
           and
           kill'd
           his
           Charioteer
           ;
        
         
           Clean
           through
           his
           Breast
           the
           Spear
           well
           driven
           past
           .
        
         
           Down
           dead
           he
           fell
           ,
           but
           Hector
           lets
           him
           lye
           ,
        
         
           And
           turns
           aside
           to
           seek
           a
           Charioteer
        
         
           The
           place
           of
           Heniopeus
           to
           supply
           .
        
         
           And
           Archeptolemus
           then
           being
           near
           ,
        
         
         
           (
           Call'd
           up
           by
           Hector
           )
           on
           the
           Reins
           laid
           hold
           .
        
         
           Then
           mighty
           work
           and
           slaughter
           there
           had
           been
           ,
        
         
           And
           Trojans
           shut
           like
           Lambs
           within
           a
           Fold
        
         
           In
           Troy
           ,
           but
           that
           it
           was
           by
           Jove
           foreseen
           .
        
         
           For
           in
           a
           Clap
           of
           Thunder
           Jove
           down
           threw
        
         
           His
           Bolt
           at
           Diomedes
           Horses
           feet
           .
        
         
           And
           th'
           Earth
           with
           Sulphur
           flaming
           looked
           blew
           .
        
         
           Nestor
           himself
           astonish'd
           was
           to
           see
           't
           ;
        
         
           Le
           ts
           go
           the
           Reins
           ,
           and
           down
           the
           Horses
           fell
           .
        
         
           And
           Nestor
           then
           to
           Diomedes
           said
           ,
        
         
           'T
           is
           Jove
           (
           you
           see
           )
           that
           doth
           our
           force
           repel
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hector
           (
           for
           this
           day
           )
           intends
           to
           aid
           .
        
         
           Another
           day
           to
           us
           he
           will
           be
           kind
           ,
        
         
           If
           he
           see
           cause
           ;
           for
           no
           man
           can
           him
           tie
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           able
           is
           to
           make
           him
           change
           his
           mind
           .
        
         
           And
           therefore
           now
           our
           best
           course
           is
           to
           flie
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           true
           ,
           O
           Nestor
           (
           said
           Tydides
           then
           )
        
         
           But
           what
           a
           pain
           then
           at
           my
           heart
           will
           lie
           ,
        
         
           When
           Hector
           speaking
           to
           the
           Trojan
           men
           ,
        
         
           Shall
           brag
           he
           made
           Tydides
           from
           him
           flie
           ?
        
         
           Then
           should
           I
           wish
           the
           Earth
           would
           swallow
           me
           .
        
         
           Though
           Hector
           saies
           so
           (
           Nestor
           then
           reply'd
           )
        
         
           Believed
           by
           the
           Trojans
           't
           will
           not
           be
           ,
        
         
           So
           many
           of
           them
           by
           your
           hand
           have
           dy'd
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           this
           word
           his
           Steeds
           he
           turn'd
           about
           .
        
         
           A
           show'r
           of
           Spears
           then
           from
           the
           Trojans
           flies
           ,
        
         
           Who
           them
           pursued
           with
           a
           mighty
           shout
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           loud
           unto
           Tydides
           cries
           ,
        
         
           Ho!
           Diomed
           ,
           by
           th'
           Argives
           honoured
        
         
           Above
           the
           most
           ,
           serv'd
           with
           a
           greater
           Mess
           ,
        
         
           And
           higher
           Seat
           ,
           and
           Wine
           unlimited
           ,
        
         
           You
           will
           hereafter
           be
           esteemed
           less
           .
        
         
           Unmanly
           Diomed.
           Fly
           ,
           Baggage
           ,
           fly
           .
        
         
           You
           ne'er
           shall
           come
           within
           the
           Wall●
           of
           Troy
        
         
           To
           fraight
           your
           Ship
           with
           Women
           here
           ;
           for
           I
        
         
           Intend
           to
           send
           you
           first
           another
           way
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Tydides
           was
           a
           while
           in
           doubt
        
         
           Whether
           to
           turn
           or
           no
           and
           Hector
           meet
           ,
        
         
           And
           thrice
           to
           turn
           his
           Horses
           was
           about
           ,
        
         
           And
           Jove
           thrice
           thund'ring
           turn'd
           them
           tow'rd
           the
           Fleet
           ,
        
         
         
           Shewing
           that
           he
           the
           honour
           of
           that
           day
        
         
           Had
           granted
           to
           the
           
             Trojans
             .
             Hector
          
           then
        
         
           Pursu'd
           them
           close
           ,
           and
           roaring
           all
           the
           way
           ,
        
         
           Trojans
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           and
           Aids
           now
           play
           the
           men
           .
        
         
           For
           sure
           I
           am
           that
           Jove
           is
           on
           our
           side
           ,
        
         
           And
           give
           us
           will
           the
           Victory
           this
           day
           .
        
         
           And
           fools
           they
           are
           that
           in
           their
           Wall
           confide
           ;
        
         
           For
           through
           their
           Trench
           our
           Horse
           shall
           find
           a
           way
           .
        
         
           When
           we
           are
           at
           the
           Ships
           let
           one
           or
           other
        
         
           Have
           fire
           to
           burn
           them
           ready
           ,
           and
           then
           fall
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Men
           confounded
           in
           the
           smother
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           did
           upon
           his
           Horses
           call
           .
        
         
           
             Xanthus
             ,
             Podargus
             ,
             Aethon
             ,
             Lampus
             ,
          
           see
        
         
           You
           pay
           now
           what
           you
           owe
           me
           for
           your
           meat
        
         
           Laid
           in
           your
           Mangers
           by
           Andromache
           ,
        
         
           Who
           alwaies
           served
           you
           with
           pleasant
           wheat
           ,
        
         
           And
           steep'd
           sometimes
           (
           when
           she
           thought
           fit
           )
           in
           Wine
           ;
        
         
           And
           very
           oft
           (
           though
           I
           her
           Husband
           be
           )
        
         
           Your
           dinner
           was
           made
           ready
           before
           mine
        
         
           Now
           ,
           now
           pursue
           the
           Argives
           lustily
           ,
        
         
           That
           
           Nestor's
           Shield
           of
           Gold
           I
           may
           obtain
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           of
           Tydides
           Armour
           must
           we
           fail
        
         
           By
           Vulcan
           wrought
           .
           If
           we
           but
           these
           can
           gain
           ,
        
         
           The
           Argives
           will
           this
           very
           night
           hoise
           Sail.
        
         
           At
           Hectors
           speech
           Juno
           upon
           her
           Throne
        
         
           Unquiet
           sitting
           made
           Olympus
           shake
           .
        
         
           For
           mov'd
           she
           was
           with
           his
           presumption
           ,
        
         
           And
           looking
           upon
           Neptune
           to
           him
           spake
           .
        
         
           Neptune
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           are
           you
           not
           stir'd
           at
           this
           ?
        
         
           You
           know
           at
           Aegae
           ,
           and
           at
           Helice
        
         
           Their
           liberality
           abundant
           is
           .
        
         
           And
           sure
           I
           am
           you
           wish
           them
           victory
           .
        
         
           What!
           Cannot
           we
           who
           with
           the
           Argives
           side
           ,
        
         
           If
           we
           our
           pow'rs
           together
           join
           in
           one
           ,
        
         
           Drive
           back
           the
           Trojans
           and
           abate
           their
           pride
           ,
        
         
           And
           leave
           Jove
           here
           to
           sit
           and
           chafe
           alone
           ?
        
         
           Juno
           (
           said
           Neptune
           griev'd
           )
           these
           words
           are
           bold
           .
        
         
           I
           'll
           not
           rebel
           .
           For
           we
           shall
           have
           the
           worst
           ;
        
         
           And
           so
           we
           have
           by
           Jupiter
           been
           told
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Neptune
           and
           the
           Wife
           of
           Jove
           discourst
           .
        
         
         
           And
           now
           between
           the
           Walls
           and
           Ships
           ,
           the
           place
        
         
           With
           Horses
           and
           with
           armed
           Men
           was
           fill'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           crammed
           were
           within
           a
           narrow
           space
        
         
           By
           Hector
           that
           was
           Master
           of
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           And
           had
           not
           Agamemnon
           been
           inspir'd
        
         
           By
           Juno
           to
           put
           courage
           in
           his
           men
           ,
        
         
           The
           Argive
           Ships
           had
           certainly
           been
           fir'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           had
           the
           Greeks
           gone
           back
           again
           .
        
         
           Then
           'mongst
           the
           Ships
           he
           went
           ,
           and
           stayed
           at
        
         
           Ulysses
           Ship
           ,
           which
           was
           the
           middlemost
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           Navy
           ,
           and
           the
           tallest
           ;
           that
        
         
           He
           might
           be
           heard
           to
           both
           ends
           of
           the
           Host
           ,
        
         
           Both
           to
           Achilles
           and
           to
           Ajax
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           Clad
           in
           th'
           Imperial
           Robe
           that
           all
           might
           see
           't
           .
        
         
           For
           these
           two
           being
           the
           most
           confident
           ,
        
         
           Had
           plac'd
           themselves
           at
           th'
           utmost
           of
           the
           Fleet.
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           mighty
           voice
           to
           th'
           Argives
           cry'd
           ,
        
         
           Disgrace
           of
           Greece
           ,
           meer
           outsides
           ,
           where
           are
           now
        
         
           Your
           Brags
           ,
           that
           any
           of
           you
           durst
           abide
        
         
           An
           hundred
           Trojans
           ,
           and
           yet
           dare
           not
           show
        
         
           A
           Face
           to
           Hector
           who
           our
           Ships
           would
           fire
           ?
        
         
           But
           this
           was
           said
           at
           Lemnos
           in
           your
           Wine
           ,
        
         
           Which
           rais'd
           your
           language
           than
           your
           nature
           higher
           ;
        
         
           But
           cooled
           now
           the
           Battle
           you
           decline
           .
        
         
           Was
           ever
           King
           afflicted
           as
           I
           am
           ,
        
         
           O
           Jove
           ,
           or
           lost
           a
           Victory
           so
           near
           ?
        
         
           And
           yet
           at
           all
           your
           Altars
           as
           I
           came
           ,
        
         
           My
           Sacrifices
           duly
           payed
           were
           ,
        
         
           In
           hope
           that
           I
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           should
           sack
           .
        
         
           But
           grant
           at
           least
           ,
           O
           Jove
           ,
           that
           we
           may
           come
        
         
           Our selves
           into
           Achaea
           safely
           back
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           be
           here
           destroy'd
           at
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Jove
           grants
           them
           safely
           to
           depart
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           him
           presently
           his
           Eagle
           came
           ▪
        
         
           And
           brought
           the
           tender
           issue
           of
           a
           Hart
           ,
        
         
           And
           near
           unto
           his
           Altar
           dropt
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           The
           Argives
           when
           they
           saw
           the
           Bird
           of
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           Were
           to
           the
           Fight
           again
           encouraged
           ,
        
         
           And
           who
           should
           first
           repass
           the
           Trenches
           strove
           .
        
         
           And
           he
           that
           first
           came
           forth
           was
           Diomed.
        
         
         
           And
           much
           before
           that
           any
           of
           the
           rest
        
         
           Had
           any
           slain
           ,
           he
           killed
           Agelaus
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           with
           his
           Spear
           he
           pierc'd
           from
           Back
           to
           Breast
           ,
        
         
           When
           from
           him
           he
           his
           Charret
           turning
           was
           .
        
         
           Then
           Agamemnon
           came
           ,
           and
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           greater
           Ajax
           ,
           then
           the
           Less
           .
        
         
           The
           sixth
           the
           King
           Idomeneus
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           came
           his
           Squire
           Meriones
           .
        
         
           And
           next
           Eurypylus
           Euaemon's
           Son.
        
         
           The
           ninth
           was
           Teucer
           with
           his
           Bow
           unbent
           .
        
         
           Hid
           with
           the
           Shield
           of
           
             Ajax
             Telamon
          
        
         
           His
           mighty
           Brother
           to
           the
           Field
           he
           went
           ,
        
         
           Which
           Ajax
           li●ting
           ,
           Teucer
           chose
           his
           man
           ,
        
         
           And
           having
           at
           him
           aim'd
           ,
           and
           shot
           ,
           and
           kill'd
           ,
        
         
           As
           Children
           to
           their
           Mothers
           ,
           back
           he
           ran
           ,
        
         
           And
           hid
           himself
           behind
           his
           Brothers
           Shield
           .
        
         
           How
           many
           were
           the
           men
           he
           killed
           thus
           ?
        
         
           Orsilochus
           ,
           Ophlestus
           ,
           Lycophon
           ,
        
         
           And
           
             Melanippus
             ,
             Daetor
             ,
             Ormenus
          
           ,
        
         
           And
           Chromius
           ,
           and
           last
           Amopaon
           .
        
         
           All
           those
           lay
           dead
           together
           on
           the
           Sands
           .
        
         
           When
           Agamemnon
           saw
           what
           work
           was
           done
        
         
           By
           
           Teucer's
           Arrows
           on
           the
           Trojans
           Bands
           ,
        
         
           He
           to
           him
           came
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
           O
           valiant
           Son
        
         
           Of
           Telamon
           ,
           so
           so
           your
           Shafts
           bestow
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Argives
           all
           an
           honour
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           your
           Father
           Telamon
           ;
           For
           though
        
         
           Unto
           your
           Mother
           marry'd
           not
           was
           he
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           has
           he
           still
           maintain'd
           you
           as
           his
           own
           .
        
         
           And
           if
           it
           please
           Jove
           and
           the
           Pow'rs
           divine
        
         
           To
           make
           me
           once
           the
           Master
           of
           this
           Town
           ,
        
         
           Your
           share
           shall
           be
           the
           next
           set
           out
           to
           mine
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           your
           honour
           shall
           receive
           from
           me
        
         
           A
           Tripod
           ,
           and
           two
           Horses
           with
           the
           Charre
           ,
        
         
           Or
           if
           you
           will
           ,
           your
           bed
           shall
           honour'd
           be
        
         
           With
           some
           fair
           Woman
           taken
           in
           the
           war.
        
         
           Teucer
           to
           this
           then
           answer
           made
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Of
           this
           encouragement
           no
           need
           have
           I.
        
         
           Since
           we
           came
           forth
           I
           have
           no
           time
           delaid
           ,
        
         
           But
           done
           as
           much
           as
           in
           my
           pow'r
           did
           lie
           .
        
         
         
           Eight
           Shafts
           already
           have
           gone
           from
           my
           Bow
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           as
           many
           Trojans
           fix'd
           have
           been
           .
        
         
           Of
           this
           mad
           dog
           I
           miss
           I
           know
           not
           how
           .
        
         
           Then
           took
           he
           out
           another
           Arrow
           keen
           ,
        
         
           And
           aim'd
           at
           Hector
           ,
           but
           he
           hit
           him
           not
           ,
        
         
           But
           wounded
           on
           the
           Breast
           Gorgythion
        
         
           Who
           on
           fair
           Castianira
           was
           begot
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           King
           
           Priam's
           valiant
           Sons
           was
           one
           .
        
         
           Who
           falling
           on
           his
           knees
           hung
           down
           his
           head
           ▪
        
         
           Just
           as
           a
           Poppy
           charg'd
           with
           fruit
           and
           rain
           ,
        
         
           So
           had
           his
           Cask
           his
           Head
           ore
           burthened
           .
        
         
           And
           Teucer
           then
           at
           Hector
           shot
           again
           .
        
         
           And
           miss'd
           again
           .
           Apollo
           put
           it
           by
           .
        
         
           But
           Archeptolemus
           his
           Charioteer
        
         
           He
           missed
           not
           .
           Hector
           scap'd
           narrowly
           ,
        
         
           And
           Archeptolemus
           expired
           there
        
         
           Shot
           through
           the
           Breast
           .
           Hector
           was
           sorry
           ,
           but
        
         
           Lest
           him
           ▪
           Cebriones
           chanc'd
           to
           be
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           his
           hands
           Hector
           the
           Reins
           did
           put
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           Charret
           leapt
           down
           suddenly
           ▪
        
         
           And
           took
           a
           heavy
           Stone
           into
           his
           hand
           .
        
         
           Teucer
           the
           while
           again
           his
           Bow
           had
           bent
           ,
        
         
           But
           drawing
           did
           so
           long
           ,
           and
           aiming
           stand
           ,
        
         
           The
           Stone
           from
           Hector
           th'Arrow
           did
           prevent
           .
        
         
           And
           near
           the
           Shoulder
           on
           the
           Breast
           him
           struck
           .
        
         
           And
           broken
           was
           the
           Bow-string
           with
           the
           blow
           ,
        
         
           And
           his
           benummed
           Arm
           all
           sense
           forsook
           ,
        
         
           And
           sinking
           on
           his
           Knees
           he
           dropt
           the
           Bow.
        
         
           Then
           Ajax
           stept
           before
           him
           with
           his
           Shield
           .
        
         
           Mecistheus
           and
           Alastor
           him
           convey'd
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Argive
           Ships
           from
           off
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           Grievously
           bruised
           ,
           groaning
           and
           dismaid
           .
        
         
           The
           courage
           of
           the
           Trojans
           now
           renew'd
           ,
        
         
           They
           chas'd
           the
           Argives
           back
           unto
           their
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           And
           till
           the
           Trenches
           they
           had
           past
           ,
           pursu'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hector
           at
           their
           heels
           the
           near'st
           of
           all
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Hound
           pursueth
           a
           wild
           Bore
           ,
        
         
           Or
           Lion
           ,
           and
           presuming
           on
           his
           Feet
        
         
           Pinches
           his
           Hanch
           or
           Side
           ,
           and
           then
           gives
           ore
           ,
        
         
           Not
           daring
           if
           he
           turn
           the
           Beast
           to
           meet
           ;
        
         
         
           So
           Hector
           chasing
           them
           still
           slew
           the
           last
           .
        
         
           And
           many
           of
           them
           had
           the
           Trojans
           slain
        
         
           Ere
           they
           the
           Trenches
           and
           the
           Pale
           had
           past
           .
        
         
           But
           being
           in
           they
           there
           themselves
           contain
           .
        
         
           And
           comfort
           one
           another
           all
           they
           can
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Gods
           and
           Goddesses
           they
           pray
           ,
        
         
           Lifting
           their
           hands
           to
           Heaven
           every
           man
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hector
           then
           turn'd
           off
           and
           went
           his
           way
           .
        
         
           Which
           Juno
           seeing
           ,
           unto
           Pallas
           said
           ,
        
         
           Daughter
           of
           Jupiter
           do
           you
           not
           see
        
         
           What
           Greeks
           one
           mad
           man
           Hector
           has
           destroy'd
           ?
        
         
           Shall
           we
           sit
           still
           in
           this
           extremity
           ?
        
         
           To
           Juno
           then
           Athena
           thus
           reply'd
           ,
        
         
           Had
           not
           my
           Fathers
           wits
           been
           at
           a
           loss
           ,
        
         
           This
           furious
           Hector
           by
           the
           Greeks
           had
           dy'd
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           my
           counsel
           alwaies
           loves
           to
           cross
           .
        
         
           He
           has
           forgot
           how
           oft
           his
           Son
           I
           sav'd
        
         
           Oppressed
           by
           Euristheus
           tyranny
           .
        
         
           For
           alwaies
           when
           his
           Fathers
           help
           he
           crav'd
           ,
        
         
           Down
           to
           the
           Earth
           from
           Heaven
           sent
           was
           I.
        
         
           But
           had
           I
           known
           as
           much
           as
           I
           do
           now
           ,
        
         
           When
           for
           the
           Dog
           he
           went
           to
           
           Pluto's
           gate
           ,
        
         
           He
           had
           for
           me
           till
           this
           time
           staid
           below
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           odious
           Styx
           for
           ever
           sate
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           he
           hates
           me
           .
           And
           by
           Thetis
           led
           ,
        
         
           He
           must
           Achilles
           honour
           .
           But
           my
           hope
           is
           ,
        
         
           The
           time
           will
           come
           I
           shall
           be
           favoured
        
         
           By
           him
           again
           ,
           and
           call'd
           his
           dear
           Glaucopis
           .
        
         
           But
           make
           you
           ready
           now
           your
           Chariot
           ,
        
         
           While
           I
           put
           on
           my
           Arms
           ;
           that
           we
           may
           see
        
         
           If
           Hector
           will
           thereof
           be
           glad
           or
           not
           ,
        
         
           Or
           if
           some
           Trojans
           rather
           shall
           not
           be
        
         
           Left
           dead
           for
           Dogs
           and
           Vulturs
           to
           devour
           .
        
         
           Then
           Juno
           to
           her
           Charre
           the
           Horses
           brought
           .
        
         
           To
           
           Jove's
           house
           Pallas
           went
           ,
           and
           on
           the
           floor
        
         
           Threw
           down
           her
           long
           Robe
           ,
           and
           put
           on
           
           Jove's
           Coat
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           her
           Breast
           with
           Armour
           covered
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           her
           Shoulder
           hung
           her
           fearful
           Shield
           .
        
         
           Then
           took
           her
           heavy
           Spear
           with
           Brazen
           head
           ,
        
         
           Wherewith
           she
           breaketh
           Squadrons
           in
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           open
           of
           it self
           flew
           Heaven-gate
           ,
        
         
           (
           Though
           to
           the
           Seasons
           Jove
           the
           power
           gave
        
         
           Alone
           to
           judge
           of
           early
           and
           of
           late
           )
        
         
           And
           out
           the
           Goddesses
           the
           Horses
           drave
           .
        
         
           Then
           Jove
           to
           Iris
           said
           ,
           Go
           ,
           to
           them
           speak
           .
        
         
           Tell
           them
           an
           ill
           match
           they
           will
           have
           of
           me
           .
        
         
           I
           'll
           lame
           their
           Horses
           and
           their
           Charret
           break
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           the
           ground
           they
           both
           shall
           tumbled
           be
           ;
        
         
           And
           with
           my
           Thunder
           wounded
           shall
           be
           so
           ,
        
         
           That
           ten
           years
           after
           they
           shall
           not
           be
           well
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           would
           have
           Glaucopis
           well
           to
           know
        
         
           What
           't
           is
           against
           her
           Father
           to
           rebel
           .
        
         
           But
           Juno
           is
           so
           us'd
           to
           cross
           my
           will
           ,
        
         
           That
           towards
           her
           my
           anger
           is
           the
           less
           .
        
         
           Then
           Iris
           went
           her
           way
           from
           Ida
           hill
           ,
        
         
           And
           near
           Olympus
           met
           the
           Goddesses
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           she
           bidden
           was
           did
           to
           them
           speak
           ,
        
         
           What
           fury
           's
           this
           ?
           Whither
           d'
           ye
           go
           ,
           said
           she
           .
        
         
           Jove
           will
           your
           Horses
           lame
           ,
           your
           Charret
           break
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           ground
           you
           both
           will
           tumbled
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Thunder
           wounded
           will
           be
           so
           ,
        
         
           That
           ten
           years
           after
           you
           will
           not
           be
           well
           .
        
         
           For
           you
           Glaucopis
           he
           will
           make
           to
           know
        
         
           What
           't
           is
           against
           your
           Father
           to
           rebel
           .
        
         
           But
           Juno
           is
           so
           us'd
           to
           cross
           his
           will
        
         
           That
           he
           affronts
           from
           her
           can
           better
           bear
           ;
        
         
           But
           Pallas
           ,
           at
           your
           hands
           he
           takes
           it
           ill
        
         
           That
           you
           should
           dare
           against
           him
           lift
           a
           Spear
           .
        
         
           Iris
           ,
           her
           errant
           done
           ,
           no
           longer
           stay'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Minerva
           thus
           said
           Juno
           then
           ,
        
         
           Jove
           shall
           no
           more
           for
           me
           be
           disobey'd
           ,
        
         
           By
           taking
           part
           in
           War
           with
           mortal
           men
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           One
           live
           ,
           and
           let
           another
           die
           ,
        
         
           As
           by
           the
           chance
           of
           War
           it
           shall
           fall
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           him
           do
           what
           he
           thinks
           Equity
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           her
           Chariot
           she
           turn'd
           about
           .
        
         
           The
           Horses
           by
           the
           Seasons
           freed
           and
           fed
           ,
        
         
           The
           Charret
           was
           set
           up
           against
           the
           Wall.
        
         
           The
           Goddesses
           themselves
           then
           entered
           ,
        
         
           And
           took
           their
           places
           in
           the
           Councel-Hall
        
         
         
           With
           th'
           other
           Gods.
           And
           Jove
           himself
           from
           Ide
        
         
           T'
           Olympus
           came
           ,
           and
           lighted
           from
           his
           Charre
           ,
        
         
           And
           Neptune
           from
           the
           same
           his
           Steeds
           unty'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           set
           them
           up
           ,
           and
           of
           them
           had
           a
           care
           .
        
         
           The
           Charret
           he
           set
           to
           the
           Altar
           near
        
         
           Cover'd
           with
           Linnen
           fine
           .
           Then
           to
           his
           Throne
           ,
        
         
           His
           Throne
           of
           Gold
           mounted
           the
           Thunderer
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           Olympus
           shake
           as
           he
           sat
           down
           .
        
         
           But
           Juno
           and
           Athena
           silent
           sat
        
         
           Together
           by
           themselves
           from
           Jove
           apart
        
         
           And
           discontent
           .
           But
           Jove
           knew
           well
           for
           what
           ;
        
         
           And
           answer
           made
           to
           what
           was
           in
           her
           heart
           .
        
         
           Juno
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           and
           Pallas
           ,
           why
           so
           sad
           ?
        
         
           Your
           fight
           against
           the
           Trojans
           was
           not
           long
           .
        
         
           And
           more
           you
           had
           been
           vexed
           if
           it
           had
           ;
        
         
           So
           much
           for
           th'
           other
           Gods
           I
           am
           too
           strong
           .
        
         
           The
           danger
           scarce
           begun
           was
           when
           you
           fled
           .
        
         
           But
           had
           you
           dar'd
           the
           Battle
           to
           maintain
           ,
        
         
           You
           had
           been
           by
           my
           hand
           so
           thundered
           ,
        
         
           You
           never
           had
           t'
           Olympus
           come
           again
           .
        
         
           Juno
           at
           this
           and
           Pallas
           grumbling
           sate
           ,
        
         
           And
           Pallas
           from
           replying
           did
           abstain
           ,
        
         
           Although
           no
           less
           the
           Trojans
           she
           did
           hate
           .
        
         
           But
           Juno
           was
           not
           able
           to
           contain
           .
        
         
           O
           cruel
           Jove
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           what
           words
           are
           these
           ?
        
         
           Must
           we
           unto
           our
           friends
           be
           so
           ingrate
           ,
        
         
           Because
           we
           know
           you
           can
           do
           what
           you
           please
           ,
        
         
           As
           not
           the
           Argives
           to
           commiserate
           ?
        
         
           We
           are
           content
           since
           you
           will
           have
           it
           so
           ,
        
         
           No
           longer
           in
           the
           War
           to
           give
           them
           aid
           :
        
         
           But
           let
           us
           give
           them
           counsel
           what
           to
           do
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           in
           your
           anger
           they
           be
           all
           destroy'd
           .
        
         
           Juno
           (
           said
           Jove
           )
           to
           morrow
           you
           shall
           know
        
         
           If
           you
           'll
           be
           pleas'd
           the
           Battle
           to
           behold
           ,
        
         
           How
           many
           martial
           Greeks
           I
           'll
           overthrow
           .
        
         
           For
           Hector
           shall
           not
           be
           by
           me
           controul'd
        
         
           Until
           Achilles
           be
           fetch'd
           back
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           Argive
           Ships
           the
           Battle
           be
        
         
           About
           the
           Body
           of
           Patroclus
           slain
           .
        
         
           For
           so
           it
           is
           ordain'd
           by
           Destiny
           .
        
         
         
           And
           for
           your
           anger
           Juno
           I
           not
           care
           ,
        
         
           Though
           to
           the
           end
           of
           Earth
           and
           Sea
           you
           go
           ,
        
         
           (
           Where
           pent
           Iapetus
           and
           Saturn
           are
        
         
           In
           horrid
           darkness
           )
           and
           complain
           ;
           yet
           so
        
         
           I
           will
           not
           for
           your
           anger
           care
           a
           jot
           .
        
         
           For
           you
           are
           grown
           extremely
           insolent
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Jupiter
           ;
           and
           Juno
           answer'd
           not
           .
        
         
           Then
           down
           the
           Sun
           into
           the
           Ocean
           went
           ,
        
         
           Drawing
           upon
           the
           Fields
           a
           cloudy
           Night
           ,
        
         
           Which
           gave
           the
           Trojan
           Army
           no
           content
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Greeks
           more
           welcome
           was
           than
           Light.
        
         
           The
           Army
           Hector
           call'd
           to
           Parliament
           ,
        
         
           And
           led
           them
           to
           a
           clean
           place
           free
           from
           blood
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           they
           all
           on
           foot
           about
           him
           throng
           .
        
         
           Hector
           unto
           them
           giving
           Orders
           stood
        
         
           With
           Spear
           in
           hand
           eleven
           Cubits
           long
           .
        
         
           Hear
           me
           you
           Trojans
           and
           you
           Aids
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           I
           thought
           we
           should
           have
           now
           the
           Greeks
           destroy'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           lodged
           in
           the
           Town
           with
           Victory
           .
        
         
           But
           this
           my
           hope
           is
           by
           the
           Night
           made
           void
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           can
           we
           help
           it
           .
           Let
           us
           now
           provide
        
         
           (
           For
           Supper
           )
           Beeves
           and
           Sheep
           ,
           &
           Wine
           and
           Bread
        
         
           From
           Troy
           ;
           and
           let
           the
           Horses
           be
           unty'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           care
           be
           taken
           that
           they
           be
           well
           fed
           .
        
         
           Then
           fetch
           in
           wood
           ,
           and
           fires
           abundance
           make
           ,
        
         
           That
           with
           the
           flame
           lightned
           may
           be
           the
           Sky
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           th'
           Argives
           in
           the
           dark
           advantage
           take
           ,
        
         
           To
           go
           aboard
           and
           safe
           to
           Argos
           fly
           .
        
         
           Let
           them
           imbark
           at
           least
           in
           haste
           ,
           and
           bear
        
         
           Along
           with
           them
           their
           wounds
           uncured
           home
           ,
        
         
           That
           others
           who
           shall
           see
           't
           may
           stand
           in
           fear
           ,
        
         
           And
           say
           ,
           This
           't
           is
           to
           fight
           'gainst
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           And
           let
           great
           Boys
           and
           old
           Men
           all
           night
           wake
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Walls
           and
           Tow'rs
           ,
           and
           Guards
           be
           set
           ,
        
         
           And
           every
           Wife
           at
           home
           a
           great
           fire
           make
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           into
           Troy
           the
           Foe
           by
           Treason
           get
           .
        
         
           This
           (
           valiant
           Trojans
           )
           let
           be
           done
           to
           night
           .
        
         
           To
           morrow
           I
           shall
           further
           order
           give
           .
        
         
           I
           doubt
           not
           but
           to
           put
           these
           Dogs
           to
           flight
        
         
           By
           th'
           help
           of
           Jove
           ,
           and
           Ilium
           relieve
           .
        
         
         
           But
           while
           't
           is
           Night
           have
           on
           your
           Guards
           a
           care
           ,
        
         
           To
           morrow
           early
           arm
           your selves
           for
           fight
           .
        
         
           For
           to
           the
           Argive
           Ships
           I
           'll
           bring
           the
           War
           ,
        
         
           And
           trial
           make
           of
           Diomedes
           might
           ,
        
         
           If
           from
           the
           Ships
           he
           drive
           me
           shall
           away
           ,
        
         
           Or
           with
           my
           Spear
           I
           him
           shall
           overthrow
        
         
           And
           send
           his
           bloody
           Armour
           into
           Troy.
        
         
           To
           morrow
           he
           his
           strength
           will
           better
           know
           .
        
         
           I
           would
           I
           were
           as
           certain
           not
           to
           die
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           old
           age
           live
           still
           free
           from
           the
           sorrow
           ,
        
         
           As
           Phoebus
           and
           Athena
           do
           ,
           as
           I
        
         
           Am
           sure
           we
           shall
           defeat
           these
           Greeks
           to
           morrow
           .
        
         
           Thus
           ended
           he
           .
           The
           Trojans
           full
           of
           joy
        
         
           Their
           sweating
           Horses
           soon
           took
           out
           and
           fed
           ,
        
         
           And
           some
           were
           sent
           into
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           To
           bring
           in
           Beeves
           and
           Sheep
           ,
           and
           Wine
           and
           Bread
           ,
        
         
           While
           others
           fetcht
           in
           Wood.
           Then
           to
           the
           Sky
        
         
           Arose
           the
           pleasant
           vapour
           of
           the
           Rost.
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           confident
           of
           Victory
        
         
           Sat
           chearful
           at
           their
           Arms
           throughout
           the
           Host.
        
         
           As
           many
           Stars
           as
           in
           a
           Heav'n
           serene
        
         
           Together
           with
           the
           Moon
           appear
           i'
           th'
           Night
           ,
        
         
           When
           all
           the
           tops
           of
           Hills
           and
           Woods
           are
           seen
           ,
        
         
           And
           joyful
           are
           the
           Shepherds
           at
           the
           sight
           :
        
         
           So
           many
           seem'd
           the
           Fires
           upon
           the
           Plain
           .
        
         
           A
           thousand
           Fires
           ,
           and
           at
           each
           fifty
           men
           ,
        
         
           That
           by
           their
           Horses
           there
           all
           night
           remain
        
         
           Expecting
           till
           Aurora
           rose
           agen
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           IX
           .
        
         
           THus
           Watch
           the
           Trojans
           kept
           .
           But
           at
           the
           Fleet
        
         
           Distracted
           was
           with
           fear
           the
           Argive
           Host
           ,
        
         
           And
           their
           Commanders
           ;
           as
           when
           two
           Winds
           meet
           ,
        
         
           The
           Sea
           between
           them
           into
           heaps
           is
           tost
           .
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           grieved
           at
           the
           heart
           ,
        
         
           Bad
           th'Heralds
           forthwith
           to
           th'
           Assembly
           call
        
         
           The
           prime
           Commanders
           ev'ry
           one
           apart
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           make
           proclamation
           once
           for
           all
           ;
        
         
           And
           some
           of
           them
           himself
           he
           summoned
           .
        
         
           When
           met
           were
           all
           the
           Leaders
           of
           the
           Greeks
           ,
        
         
           They
           sat
           them
           down
           with
           hearts
           discouraged
           ,
        
         
           And
           tears
           ran
           down
           on
           
           Agamemnon's
           Cheeks
           .
        
         
           As
           Springs
           of
           Water
           issue
           from
           a
           Rock
           ,
        
         
           So
           fell
           the
           tears
           from
           
           Agamemnon's
           eyes
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           th'
           Assembly
           thus
           he
           weeping
           spoke
           .
        
         
           My
           friends
           what
           help
           can
           any
           man
           devise
           ?
        
         
           Jove
           told
           me
           I
           should
           conquer
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           And
           unto
           Argos
           safe
           return
           agen
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           deceiv'd
           me
           has
           ,
           and
           sends
           me
           home
        
         
           With
           shame
           when
           I
           have
           lost
           so
           many
           men
           .
        
         
           And
           thus
           he
           loves
           to
           do
           to
           shew
           his
           might
           .
        
         
           Therefore
           my
           Counsel
           Argives
           all
           obey
           :
        
         
           Let
           's
           hoise
           our
           Sails
           and
           save
           our selves
           by
           flight
           ;
        
         
           For
           we
           shall
           never
           take
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Princes
           long
           time
           silent
           sit
           .
        
         
           At
           last
           Tydides
           rising
           thus
           reply'd
           ,
        
         
           King
           Agamemnon
           so
           far
           as
           't
           is
           fit
        
         
           In
           such
           a
           publick
           place
           I
           must
           you
           chide
           .
        
         
           Take
           it
           not
           ill
           ,
           because
           not
           long
           ago
        
         
           You
           me
           with
           want
           of
           courage
           did
           upbraid
        
         
           Before
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           as
           old
           and
           young
           well
           know
           .
        
         
           Jove
           giv'n
           you
           has
           the
           Right
           to
           be
           obey'd
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           grac'd
           you
           with
           the
           title
           of
           our
           King
           ,
        
         
           But
           has
           deny'd
           you
           a
           couragious
           Spirit
           ,
        
         
           Which
           now
           is
           the
           most
           necessary
           thing
           .
        
         
           You
           think
           too
           meanly
           of
           your
           peoples
           merit
           ;
        
         
           As
           for
           your self
           ,
           if
           you
           will
           needs
           away
           ,
        
         
           Go.
           That
           's
           your
           way
           .
           Your
           Ships
           there
           ready
           lye
        
         
           That
           from
           Mycene
           brought
           you
           unto
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           But
           leave
           the
           rest
           their
           fortune
           here
           to
           try
           .
        
         
           If
           none
           else
           stay
           ,
           yet
           Sthenelus
           and
           I
        
         
           Will
           not
           give
           over
           fighting
           till
           we
           know
        
         
           To
           what
           side
           Jove
           will
           give
           the
           Victory
           .
        
         
           The
           Gods
           (
           I
           'm
           sure
           )
           will
           favour
           to
           us
           show
           .
        
         
           This
           Speech
           the
           Lords
           commended
           very
           much
           .
        
         
           Then
           Nestor
           rose
           and
           to
           Tydides
           said
           ,
        
         
           There
           is
           not
           of
           your
           age
           another
           such
           ,
        
         
           For
           Counsel
           wise
           ,
           in
           Battle
           not
           affraid
           .
        
         
           None
           will
           deny
           but
           what
           you
           say
           is
           right
           ;
        
         
           But
           you
           have
           not
           said
           all
           you
           could
           have
           done
           ;
        
         
           And
           no
           great
           wonder
           ,
           since
           for
           age
           you
           might
        
         
           (
           So
           young
           you
           are
           )
           have
           been
           my
           youngest
           Son.
        
         
           Yet
           the
           advice
           you
           given
           have
           is
           best
           ;
        
         
           I
           that
           am
           elder
           what
           wants
           will
           supply
           ,
        
         
           Adding
           thereto
           what
           you
           have
           not
           exprest
           ,
        
         
           To
           take
           from
           Agamemnon
           all
           reply
           .
        
         
           For
           none
           but
           such
           as
           have
           no
           Law
           ,
           nor
           Kin
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           House
           ,
           in
           civil
           discord
           can
           delight
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           us
           first
           our
           chiefest
           work
           begin
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           the
           Youngmen
           keep
           good
           watch
           all
           Night
           .
        
         
           And
           let
           them
           all
           from
           you
           
             (
             Atrides
          
           )
           take
        
         
           Their
           Orders
           .
           For
           you
           are
           our
           General
           .
        
         
           And
           for
           the
           Princes
           a
           good
           Supper
           make
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           eldest
           Captains
           to
           it
           call
           .
        
         
           It
           best
           becomes
           you
           that
           can
           do
           it
           best
           .
        
         
           For
           in
           your
           Tents
           of
           Wine
           you
           have
           good
           store
           ,
        
         
           And
           eas●ier
           provided
           than
           the
           rest
           ,
        
         
           So
           many
           Ships
           you
           have
           to
           bring
           in
           more
           .
        
         
           Hear
           their
           advice
           ,
           and
           do
           what
           you
           think
           fit
           .
        
         
           Good
           Counsel
           now
           we
           need
           the
           most
           of
           all
           ,
        
         
           Since
           our
           insulting
           Foes
           so
           near
           us
           sit
           .
        
         
           By
           this
           nights
           Counsel
           we
           must
           stand
           or
           fall
           .
        
         
         
           Thus
           Nestor
           said
           ,
           and
           't
           was
           agreed
           upon
           .
        
         
           The
           Captains
           of
           the
           Watch
           then
           streight
           went
           forth
           ;
        
         
           First
           Thrasymedes
           that
           was
           
           Nestor's
           Son
           ;
        
         
           And
           after
           him
           six
           Captains
           more
           of
           worth
           ,
        
         
           Ascalaphus
           ,
           and
           then
           Ialmenus
           ,
        
         
           Then
           Aphyres
           ,
           and
           then
           M●riones
           ,
        
         
           And
           Lycomedes
           ,
           and
           Deipyrus
           :
        
         
           The
           seven
           Captains
           of
           the
           Watch
           were
           these
           .
        
         
           And
           with
           each
           one
           an
           hundred
           Spearmen
           went
        
         
           Betwixt
           the
           Pale
           and
           Wall
           ,
           and
           supped
           there
           .
        
         
           And
           the
           old
           Leaders
           t'
           
           Agamemnon's
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           him
           nobly
           entertained
           were
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           they
           had
           an
           end
           made
           of
           the
           Feast
           ,
        
         
           Nestor
           his
           Counsel
           further
           open
           laid
           ,
        
         
           Which
           formerly
           had
           alwaies
           been
           the
           best
           ;
        
         
           And
           looking
           t'
           Agamemnon
           thus
           he
           said
           ▪
        
         
           King
           Agamemnon
           I
           'll
           with
           you
           begin
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           you
           end
           ,
           since
           you
           the
           Scepter
           bear
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           your
           care
           it
           lies
           to
           lose
           or
           win
           .
        
         
           You
           chiefly
           should
           good
           Counsel
           give
           and
           hear
           .
        
         
           Hear
           then
           what
           now
           is
           my
           opinion
           ,
        
         
           Than
           which
           a
           better
           I
           think
           you
           'll
           not
           find
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           is
           it
           now
           the
           first
           time
           thought
           upon
           .
        
         
           But
           heretofore
           I
           was
           of
           the
           same
           mind
           ,
        
         
           When
           from
           Achilles
           you
           Briseis
           took
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           advised
           you
           to
           let
           her
           stay
           ,
        
         
           Though
           my
           good
           Counsel
           then
           you
           could
           not
           brook
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           your
           own
           great
           heart
           too
           much
           gave
           way
           ,
        
         
           Dishonouring
           the
           man
           of
           greatest
           might
        
         
           In
           all
           the
           Army
           ,
           and
           most
           honoured
        
         
           By
           all
           the
           Gods
           ,
           and
           contrary
           to
           Right
        
         
           Taking
           the
           Prize
           which
           he
           had
           purchased
           .
        
         
           So
           that
           the
           bus'ness
           we
           have
           now
           to
           do
        
         
           Is
           how
           to
           reconcile
           him
           if
           we
           can
           ,
        
         
           What
           Gifts
           to
           give
           him
           ,
           who
           shall
           with
           them
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           sweet
           language
           pacifie
           the
           man.
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Atrides
           penitent
           reply'd
           ,
        
         
           O
           Nestor
           ,
           all
           you
           charge
           me
           with
           is
           true
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           Achilles
           sake
           (
           't
           is
           not
           deny'd
           )
        
         
           Jove
           does
           th'
           Achaean
           Army
           now
           subdue
           .
        
         
         
           He
           whom
           Jove
           loves
           worth
           a
           whole
           Army
           is
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           I
           made
           Achilles
           discontent
           ,
        
         
           I
           'll
           make
           amends
           for
           what
           I
           did
           amiss
           ,
        
         
           And
           send
           a
           noble
           Present
           to
           his
           Tent.
        
         
           I
           'll
           name
           the
           Gifts
           I
           'll
           give
           him
           one
           by
           one
           .
        
         
           Seven
           fire-new
           Trevets
           .
           Talents
           ten
           of
           Gold.
        
         
           Twenty
           black
           Cauldrons
           .
           Twelve
           Steeds
           that
           have
           won
        
         
           Each
           one
           their
           Prizes
           ,
           and
           yet
           are
           not
           old
           .
        
         
           A
           man
           that
           hath
           so
           many
           and
           so
           fleet
        
         
           I
           think
           not
           poor
           ,
           but
           Gold
           may
           quickly
           win
           ,
        
         
           When
           I
           consider
           with
           their
           nimble
           feet
        
         
           How
           many
           Prizes
           they
           have
           brought
           me
           in
           .
        
         
           And
           Women
           seven
           ,
           the
           best
           of
           women
           kind
        
         
           For
           Beauty
           and
           for
           works
           of
           Houswifery
           .
        
         
           And
           unto
           these
           Briseis
           shall
           be
           joyn'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           'll
           be
           sworn
           she
           goes
           untoucht
           from
           me
           .
        
         
           And
           all
           this
           shall
           be
           sent
           him
           presently
           .
        
         
           Hereafter
           ,
           if
           we
           win
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Let
           him
           before
           the
           prey
           divided
           be
           ,
        
         
           Come
           in
           and
           carry
           to
           his
           Ship
           away
        
         
           As
           much
           as
           it
           can
           bear
           of
           Gold
           and
           Brass
           .
        
         
           And
           twenty
           Trojan
           women
           which
           he
           please
           ,
        
         
           Helen
           except
           .
           But
           if
           it
           come
           to
           pass
        
         
           That
           safe
           to
           Argos
           we
           repass
           the
           Seas
           ,
        
         
           My
           Son
           in
           Law
           he
           shall
           be
           if
           he
           will
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           my
           Son
           Orestes
           honour'd
           be
           ;
        
         
           Within
           my
           house
           three
           Daughters
           I
           have
           still
           ,
        
         
           Iphianassa
           and
           Laodice
           ,
        
         
           And
           fair
           Chrysothemis
           ,
           take
           which
           he
           list
        
         
           And
           to
           his
           Fathers
           house
           convey
           .
           For
           I
        
         
           On
           setling
           of
           estate
           will
           not
           insist
           ,
        
         
           But
           of
           my
           own
           do
           that
           sufficiently
           .
        
         
           Seven
           Cities
           he
           shall
           have
           :
           Pherae
           divine
           ,
        
         
           
             Enope
             ,
             Ire
          
           ,
           and
           Cardamyle
           ,
        
         
           And
           Pedasus
           that
           fertile
           is
           of
           Wine
           ,
        
         
           
             Anth●ia
             ,
             Aepia
          
           ,
           all
           on
           the
           Sea
        
         
           Of
           sandy
           Pyle
           ;
           and
           rich
           in
           Sheep
           and
           Kine
        
         
           The
           people
           are
           ,
           and
           will
           his
           Laws
           obey
           ,
        
         
           And
           Tribute
           pay
           as
           to
           a
           Pow'r
           divine
           .
        
         
           All
           this
           I
           'll
           give
           his
           anger
           to
           allay
           .
        
         
         
           And
           this
           content
           him
           may
           if
           any
           thing
           .
        
         
           Inexorable
           none
           but
           Pluto
           is
           ,
        
         
           But
           hated
           for
           't
           .
           I
           am
           the
           greater
           King
           ,
        
         
           And
           elder
           man
           ;
           he
           should
           consider
           this
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Agamemnon
           .
           And
           then
           Nestor
           said
           ,
        
         
           The
           Gifts
           ,
           O
           King
           ,
           no
           man
           can
           reprehend
           .
        
         
           The
           next
           thing
           to
           be
           thought
           upon
           and
           weigh'd
           ,
        
         
           Is
           whom
           we
           shall
           unto
           Achilles
           send
           .
        
         
           I
           think
           that
           Phoenix
           ought
           to
           lead
           the
           way
           ,
        
         
           Then
           Ajax
           and
           Ulysses
           ,
           and
           with
           these
        
         
           The
           publick
           Heralds
           two
           ,
           Eurybates
        
         
           And
           Odius
           ,
           and
           here
           no
           longer
           stay
        
         
           Than
           to
           bring
           water
           for
           our
           hands
           ,
           that
           we
        
         
           May
           first
           send
           up
           our
           Prayers
           unto
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           That
           our
           Embassage
           may
           successful
           be
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           by
           Nestor
           all
           the
           rest
           approve
           .
        
         
           When
           water
           was
           brought
           in
           they
           wash'd
           and
           pray'd
           ;
        
         
           The
           Youngmen
           fill'd
           the
           Temperers
           with
           Wine
           ;
        
         
           And
           round
           about
           the
           full
           Cups
           were
           convey'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           offer'd
           up
           unto
           the
           Powers
           divine
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           had
           offer'd
           ,
           and
           drunk
           what
           they
           would
           ,
        
         
           And
           parting
           were
           from
           
           Agamemnon's
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           Old
           Nestor
           to
           instruct
           them
           how
           they
           should
        
         
           Achilles
           best
           persuade
           ,
           out
           with
           them
           went.
        
         
           And
           one
           by
           one
           advis'd
           them
           what
           to
           say
           ,
        
         
           Especially
           Ulysses
           .
           Then
           they
           went
        
         
           Saying
           their
           Pray'rs
           to
           Neptune
           all
           the
           way
        
         
           Until
           they
           came
           unto
           Achilles
           Tent.
        
         
           Who
           sitting
           ,
           in
           his
           hand
           had
           a
           Guitarre
        
         
           To
           pass
           the
           time
           ,
           and
           sung
           unto
           the
           same
        
         
           The
           noble
           Acts
           that
           had
           been
           done
           in
           Warre
        
         
           By
           th'
           ancient
           Heroes
           men
           of
           greatest
           fame
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           sat
           before
           him
           looking
           when
        
         
           He
           should
           have
           done
           .
           Ulysses
           then
           led
           in
        
         
           Ajax
           and
           Phoenix
           .
           And
           Achilles
           then
        
         
           Leapt
           up
           as
           one
           that
           had
           surprized
           been
           .
        
         
           And
           them
           receiving
           kindly
           to
           them
           said
           ,
        
         
           Welcome
           my
           friends
           ,
           what
           ere
           your
           bus'ness
           be
           .
        
         
           To
           see
           you
           I
           am
           not
           a
           little
           joy'd
           ,
        
         
           Although
           th'
           Achaeans
           have
           provoked
           me
           .
        
         
         
           And
           to
           his
           friend
           Patroclus
           order
           gave
           .
        
         
           A
           larger
           Temperer
           (
           said
           he
           )
           set
           up
           ,
        
         
           For
           these
           the
           dearest
           friends
           are
           that
           I
           have
           .
        
         
           Pure
           be
           the
           Wine
           ,
           and
           give
           each
           man
           a
           Cup.
        
         
           Patroclus
           did
           so
           .
           And
           sets
           on
           a
           Pot
        
         
           Upon
           the
           flaming
           fire
           ,
           and
           puts
           into
           't
        
         
           A
           good
           Sheeps
           Chine
           ,
           another
           of
           a
           Goat
           ,
        
         
           Besides
           the
           Chine
           of
           a
           fat
           Bore
           to
           boot
           .
        
         
           The
           Blood
           boyl'd
           out
           Automedon
           it
           takes
        
         
           And
           holds
           it
           to
           Achilles
           to
           divide
           ,
        
         
           Who
           of
           it
           many
           equal
           portions
           makes
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           makes
           a
           fire
           of
           wood
           well
           dry'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           when
           the
           flame
           was
           spent
           ,
           the
           Coals
           he
           rakes
        
         
           Till
           they
           lay
           even
           ;
           Then
           the
           meat
           he
           spits
        
         
           And
           rostes
           ;
           and
           when
           't
           was
           roasted
           up
           it
           takes
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           clean
           Dresser-boards
           the
           same
           he
           sets
           ;
        
         
           And
           brought
           (
           in
           Baskets
           )
           to
           the
           Table
           Bread
           ;
        
         
           And
           by
           Achilles
           was
           set
           on
           the
           Meat
           .
        
         
           Who
           when
           he
           saw
           the
           Table
           furnished
        
         
           Over
           against
           Ulysses
           took
           his
           Seat.
        
         
           And
           bad
           Patroclus
           sacrifice
           ,
           who
           then
        
         
           The
           first
           cut
           took
           and
           threw
           into
           the
           fire
           ,
        
         
           And
           freely
           to
           their
           meat
           then
           ●ell
           the
           men
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           of
           food
           they
           had
           no
           more
           desire
           ,
        
         
           Then
           
             Ajax
             Phoenix
          
           jog'd
           ,
           which
           was
           the
           signe
        
         
           When
           to
           begin
           ,
           for
           which
           Ulysses
           staid
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           then
           fill'd
           up
           his
           Cup
           with
           Wine
           ,
        
         
           And
           speaking
           to
           Achilles
           ,
           thus
           he
           said
           .
        
         
           All
           health
           t'
           Achilles
           .
           Noble
           is
           your
           fare
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Atrides
           treated
           well
           we
           were
           .
        
         
           Your
           Tables
           plentifully
           furnisht
           are
           .
        
         
           But
           that
           's
           not
           it
           for
           which
           we
           now
           are
           here
           .
        
         
           Our
           Ships
           in
           danger
           are
           to
           be
           destroy'd
           ;
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           are
           encamped
           near
           our
           Wall.
        
         
           Unless
           you
           condescend
           to
           give
           us
           aid
           ,
        
         
           By
           Hector
           they
           are
           like
           to
           perish
           all
           ▪
        
         
           Who
           threatens
           he
           will
           set
           them
           all
           on
           fire
           ,
        
         
           And
           is
           encourag'd
           to
           't
           by
           Signs
           from
           Jove
           .
        
         
           To
           see
           the
           morning
           rise
           is
           his
           desire
           ,
        
         
           And
           feareth
           neither
           Men
           nor
           Pow'rs
           above
           .
        
         
         
           And
           like
           a
           Dog
           enrag'd
           ,
           and
           looking
           grim
           ,
        
         
           Assures
           the
           Trojans
           he
           our
           Ships
           will
           burn
           ,
        
         
           And
           either
           put
           us
           for
           our
           lives
           to
           swim
           ,
        
         
           Or
           never
           to
           Achaea
           to
           return
           .
        
         
           I
           am
           affraid
           the
           Gods
           perform
           it
           will
           ,
        
         
           And
           so
           to
           perish
           here
           will
           be
           our
           fate
           .
        
         
           Rise
           then
           ;
           if
           but
           a
           little
           you
           sit
           still
           ,
        
         
           All
           you
           can
           do
           for
           us
           will
           come
           too
           late
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           I
           am
           assured
           you
           will
           grieve
        
         
           (
           When
           remedy
           there
           can
           be
           none
           )
           in
           vain
           :
        
         
           Therefore
           ,
           while
           yet
           you
           can
           ,
           the
           Greeks
           relieve
           ;
        
         
           Your
           Fathers
           Counsel
           call
           to
           mind
           again
           .
        
         
           My
           Son
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           (
           when
           you
           took
           leave
           for
           Troy
           )
        
         
           May
           Juno
           and
           Athena
           strengthen
           you
           .
        
         
           But
           this
           one
           Lesson
           take
           from
           me
           .
           I
           pray
        
         
           Remember
           still
           your
           Anger
           to
           subdue
           .
        
         
           Decline
           all
           contestation
           of
           the
           Tongue
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           your
           Conversation
           gentle
           be
           .
        
         
           So
           shall
           you
           win
           the
           hearts
           of
           old
           and
           young
        
         
           In
           the
           Achaean
           Host.
           Thus
           counsell'd
           he
           .
        
         
           Though
           you
           have
           this
           forgot
           ,
           yet
           now
           be
           friends
           ,
        
         
           And
           since
           he
           sorry
           is
           ,
           forget
           th'
           offence
        
         
           And
           take
           the
           Gifts
           he
           offers
           for
           amends
           ,
        
         
           Which
           we
           esteem
           a
           worthy
           recompence
           .
        
         
           I
           'll
           name
           the
           Gifts
           he
           offers
           one
           by
           one
           .
        
         
           Seven
           fire-new
           Trevets
           .
           Talents
           ten
           of
           Gold.
        
         
           Twenty
           black
           Cauldrons
           .
           Twelve
           Steeds
           that
           have
           won
        
         
           Their
           sev'ral
           Prizes
           ,
           and
           yet
           are
           not
           old
           .
        
         
           A
           man
           that
           has
           so
           many
           and
           so
           fleet
        
         
           I
           think
           not
           poor
           ,
           but
           Gold
           will
           quickly
           win
           ,
        
         
           When
           I
           consider
           with
           their
           nimble
           feet
        
         
           What
           Prizes
           to
           Atrides
           they
           brought
           in
           .
        
         
           And
           seven
           fair
           Women
           best
           of
           all
           the
           kind
        
         
           For
           Beauty
           and
           for
           works
           of
           Housewifery
           ,
        
         
           And
           unto
           these
           Briseis
           shall
           be
           joyn'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           swear
           he
           will
           ,
           she
           is
           from
           blemish
           free
           .
        
         
           And
           all
           this
           shall
           be
           sent
           you
           presently
           .
        
         
           Hereafter
           if
           we
           take
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           You
           may
           before
           the
           Prey
           divided
           be
        
         
           Come
           in
           and
           carry
           to
           your
           Ship
           away
        
         
         
           As
           much
           as
           it
           can
           bear
           of
           Gold
           and
           Brass
           ;
        
         
           And
           twenty
           Trojan
           Women
           which
           you
           please
           ,
        
         
           Helen
           except
           .
           But
           if
           it
           come
           to
           pass
        
         
           That
           safe
           to
           Argos
           we
           get
           ore
           the
           Seas
           ,
        
         
           His
           Son-in
           Law
           you
           shall
           be
           if
           you
           will
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           his
           Son
           Orestes
           honour'd
           be
           .
        
         
           Within
           his
           house
           three
           Daughters
           he
           hath
           still
        
         
           Iphianassa
           ,
           and
           Laodice
           ,
        
         
           And
           fair
           Chrysothemis
           ,
           take
           which
           you
           list
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           your
           Fathers
           house
           convey
           her
           ;
           he
        
         
           On
           setling
           of
           estate
           will
           not
           insist
           ,
        
         
           But
           of
           his
           own
           do
           that
           sufficiently
           .
        
         
           Seven
           Cities
           you
           shall
           have
           .
           Phaerae
           divine
           ,
        
         
           
             Enope
             ,
             Ire
          
           ,
           and
           Cardamyle
           ,
        
         
           And
           Pedasus
           that
           fertile
           is
           of
           Wine
           ,
        
         
           
             Antheia
             ,
             Aepia
          
           .
           All
           on
           the
           Sea
        
         
           Of
           sandy
           Pyle
           ;
           and
           rich
           in
           Sheep
           and
           Kine
        
         
           The
           people
           are
           ,
           and
           will
           your
           Laws
           obey
           ,
        
         
           And
           Tribute
           pay
           as
           to
           a
           Pow'r
           Divine
           .
        
         
           All
           this
           he
           'll
           give
           your
           Anger
           to
           allay
           .
        
         
           And
           though
           Atrides
           and
           his
           Gifts
           you
           hate
           ,
        
         
           Honour'd
           you
           are
           by
           th'
           other
           Argives
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           should
           have
           pity
           of
           their
           sad
           estate
           ,
        
         
           Who
           in
           such
           numbers
           before
           Hector
           fall
           .
        
         
           Whom
           you
           may
           have
           the
           honour
           now
           to
           kill
           ;
        
         
           For
           now
           he
           will
           your
           Spear
           no
           longer
           shun
           ,
        
         
           But
           stand
           you
           in
           the
           open
           field
           he
           will
           ;
        
         
           For
           'mongst
           the
           Greeks
           he
           thinks
           there
           's
           like
           him
           none
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           Achilles
           answer'd
           ,
           and
           thus
           said
           ,
        
         
           Ulysses
           ▪
           I
           perceive
           I
           must
           be
           plain
           .
        
         
           For
           if
           I
           be
           not
           so
           ,
           I
           am
           affraid
        
         
           I
           shall
           be
           put
           to
           speak
           my
           mind
           again
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           prevent
           more
           importunity
           ,
        
         
           What
           once
           I
           say
           I
           'll
           do
           .
           Those
           men
           I
           hate
        
         
           Whose
           Tongues
           and
           Hearts
           I
           find
           to
           disagree
           ,
        
         
           As
           much
           as
           I
           abominate
           Hell-gate
           .
        
         
           I
           will
           no
           more
           perswaded
           be
           to
           fight
        
         
           By
           Agamemnon
           or
           by
           any
           Greek
           ,
        
         
           Since
           they
           my
           labour
           do
           so
           ill
           requite
           ,
        
         
           And
           they
           that
           fight
           ,
           and
           fight
           not
           fare
           alike
           .
        
         
         
           For
           good
           and
           bad
           are
           equal
           when
           they
           die
           .
        
         
           Then
           for
           my
           pain
           and
           danger
           in
           the
           Wars
           ,
        
         
           What
           more
           than
           any
           other
           man
           have
           I
           ?
        
         
           With
           me
           as
           with
           a
           Bird
           i'
           th'
           field
           it
           fares
           ,
        
         
           That
           to
           her
           unfledg'd
           young
           ones
           bringeth
           meat
           .
        
         
           She
           has
           it
           in
           her
           mouth
           and
           hungry
           is
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           she
           forbears
           and
           gives
           it
           them
           to
           eat
           .
        
         
           With
           the
           Atrides
           twain
           my
           case
           is
           this
           .
        
         
           In
           blood
           by
           day
           I
           lead
           a
           weary
           life
           ,
        
         
           And
           sleepless
           am
           the
           great'st
           part
           of
           the
           night
           .
        
         
           And
           why
           ?
           That
           Menelaus
           may
           win
           his
           Wife
        
         
           Achilles
           must
           against
           the
           Trojans
           fight
           .
        
         
           I
           did
           so
           ;
           and
           from
           Troy
           twelve
           Cities
           won
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Shore
           i'
           th'
           Land
           eleven
           more
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           Prey
           I
           sent
           to
           Atreus
           Son
           ,
        
         
           Wherein
           of
           precious
           treasure
           was
           great
           store
           .
        
         
           A
           small
           part
           he
           divided
           'mongst
           the
           Host.
        
         
           Somewhat
           he
           gave
           for
           honour
           to
           the
           best
           ;
        
         
           But
           to
           himself
           made
           sure
           to
           keep
           the
           most
           .
        
         
           And
           firm
           is
           whatsoere
           he
           gave
           the
           rest
           .
        
         
           From
           none
           but
           me
           his
           gift
           he
           takes
           away
           .
        
         
           I
           am
           content
           ,
           and
           let
           him
           keep
           her
           still
           .
        
         
           And
           her
           enjoy
           .
           But
           why
           then
           came
           to
           Troy
        
         
           Atrides
           with
           such
           strength
           ?
           What
           was
           his
           will
           ?
        
         
           Was
           it
           not
           only
           for
           fair
           Helens
           sake
           ?
        
         
           What
           then
           must
           no
           man
           love
           his
           Wife
           but
           they
           ?
        
         
           Yes
           ,
           all
           men
           of
           their
           own
           Wives
           much
           should
           make
           ,
        
         
           If
           they
           have
           either
           wit
           or
           honesty
           .
        
         
           And
           I
           love
           mine
           as
           well
           as
           he
           loves
           his
           ,
        
         
           Although
           she
           be
           my
           Captive
           .
           But
           since
           she
        
         
           By
           Agamemnon
           from
           me
           taken
           is
           ,
        
         
           Ne'er
           think
           
             (
             Ulysses
          
           )
           to
           prevail
           with
           me
           .
        
         
           He
           shall
           not
           twice
           deceive
           me
           .
           But
           provide
        
         
           
             (
             Ulysses
          
           )
           that
           your
           Ships
           not
           burned
           be
           .
        
         
           I
           know
           a
           Wall
           ,
           a
           Ditch
           pal'd
           ,
           deep
           and
           wide
        
         
           Is
           made
           by
           Agamemnon
           without
           me
           .
        
         
           But
           all
           this
           will
           not
           Hector
           long
           keep
           out
           .
        
         
           But
           with
           the
           Greeks
           when
           I
           went
           to
           the
           fight
        
         
           He
           never
           durst
           to
           show
           his
           face
           without
        
         
           The
           Scaean
           gate
           ,
           save
           once
           .
           And
           then
           by
           flight
        
         
         
           He
           scap'd
           .
           And
           since
           I
           am
           no
           more
           his
           so
           ,
        
         
           To
           morrow
           to
           the
           Gods
           I
           'll
           sacrifice
           ,
        
         
           And
           lanch
           and
           lade
           my
           Ships
           ,
           and
           homewards
           go
           .
        
         
           And
           you
           shall
           see
           me
           ere
           the
           Sun
           shall
           rise
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Hell●spont
           if
           you
           think
           fit
           .
        
         
           And
           how
           my
           lusty
           Myrmidons
           can
           row
           .
        
         
           And
           so
           (
           if
           Neptune
           please
           )
           the
           Wind
           may
           fit
           ,
        
         
           As
           in
           three
           days
           we
           may
           to
           Phthia
           go
           ,
        
         
           Where
           Treasure
           plenty
           I
           behind
           me
           left
           :
        
         
           And
           now
           shall
           carry
           thither
           Gold
           and
           Brass
           ,
        
         
           Iron
           and
           Women
           fair
           ,
           although
           bereft
        
         
           Of
           her
           that
           giv'n
           me
           by
           Atrides
           was
           .
        
         
           Tell
           him
           all
           this
           ,
           and
           speak
           it
           openly
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           other
           Greeks
           put
           up
           the
           like
           disgrace
           .
        
         
           As
           for
           my self
           ,
           though
           impudent
           he
           be
           ,
        
         
           He
           dares
           no
           more
           to
           look
           me
           in
           the
           face
           .
        
         
           I
           will
           no
           more
           in
           Battle
           or
           Advice
        
         
           With
           Agamemnon
           joyn
           .
           Let
           him
           be
           glad
        
         
           He
           could
           deceive
           me
           once
           .
           He
           shall
           not
           twice
           .
        
         
           There
           let
           him
           rest
           .
           The
           Gods
           have
           made
           him
           mad
           .
        
         
           I
           hate
           his
           Gifts
           .
           And
           him
           I
           value
           not
           .
        
         
           Though
           he
           would
           twenty
           times
           as
           much
           bring
           forth
        
         
           As
           now
           he
           has
           ,
           or
           to
           him
           shall
           be
           brought
           ,
        
         
           Or
           all
           that
           's
           at
           Orchomenus
           is
           worth
           ,
        
         
           Or
           Thebae
           that
           Aegyptian
           Town
           that
           can
        
         
           Send
           twenty
           thousand
           Charrets
           to
           the
           field
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           provided
           well
           with
           Horse
           and
           Man
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           so
           I
           will
           not
           t'
           Agamemnon
           yield
           ;
        
         
           No
           ,
           nor
           for
           Gold
           as
           much
           as
           here
           is
           sand
           ,
        
         
           Till
           he
           has
           smarted
           for
           this
           injury
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           any
           Wife
           will
           I
           take
           at
           his
           hand
        
         
           Though
           she
           should
           fairer
           much
           than
           Venus
           be
           .
        
         
           Nor
           though
           she
           could
           like
           Pallas
           work
           ,
           or
           better
           ,
        
         
           I
           'll
           not
           his
           Daughter
           take
           .
           Bid
           h●m
           bestow
           her
        
         
           Upon
           some
           Prince
           he
           thinks
           more
           worthy
           .
           Let
           her
        
         
           For
           Husband
           have
           a
           King
           of
           greater
           power
           .
        
         
           For
           if
           the
           Gods
           to
           Hellas
           bring
           me
           home
           ,
        
         
           Peleus
           will
           there
           provide
           me
           of
           a
           Wife
           .
        
         
           Kings
           Daughters
           not
           a
           few
           there
           are
           ;
           of
           whom
        
         
           I
           shall
           chuse
           one
           ,
           and
           with
           her
           lead
           my
           life
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           with
           my
           Father
           live
           contentedly
           .
        
         
           For
           all
           the
           wealth
           of
           stately
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           Which
           they
           enjoyed
           in
           tranquillity
        
         
           When
           yet
           the
           Argives
           were
           not
           hither
           come
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           
           Apollo's
           sacred
           Treasury
        
         
           Laid
           up
           at
           Pytho
           is
           not
           price
           enough
        
         
           The
           Life
           of
           any
           man
           though
           poor
           to
           buy
           .
        
         
           Horses
           ,
           and
           Kine
           ,
           and
           Sheep
           ,
           and
           Houshold-stuff
        
         
           May
           be
           recover'd
           ,
           but
           mans
           Life
           can
           not
           .
        
         
           My
           Mother
           Thetis
           told
           me
           has
           my
           end
           ,
        
         
           That
           if
           I
           fight
           'gainst
           Troy
           't
           will
           be
           my
           lot
        
         
           To
           dye
           there
           ,
           but
           that
           Fame
           would
           me
           commend
           .
        
         
           But
           on
           the
           other
           side
           assured
           me
           ,
        
         
           That
           if
           'gainst
           Ilium
           I
           warred
           not
           ,
        
         
           But
           back
           to
           Phthia
           went
           ,
           my
           Fate
           would
           be
        
         
           Long
           time
           to
           live
           ,
           and
           after
           be
           forgot
           .
        
         
           And
           I
           advise
           you
           and
           the
           rest
           to
           sail
        
         
           Assoon
           as
           may
           be
           to
           your
           native
           Land
           ;
        
         
           For
           you
           will
           not
           at
           Ilium
           prevail
           ,
        
         
           Since
           Jupiter
           protects
           it
           with
           his
           hand
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           go
           tell
           the
           Princes
           what
           I
           say
           ,
        
         
           That
           they
           may
           better
           counsel
           take
           to
           save
        
         
           Their
           Ships
           and
           Men
           by
           Sea
           ,
           because
           the
           way
        
         
           Which
           now
           they
           take
           no
           good
           effect
           will
           have
           .
        
         
           Let
           Phoenix
           ,
           if
           he
           will
           (
           not
           else
           )
           stay
           here
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           th'
           Ambassadors
           were
           mute
           ,
           and
           sorry
        
         
           They
           from
           him
           could
           no
           better
           answer
           bear
        
         
           Than
           a
           denial
           flat
           and
           peremptory
           .
        
         
           At
           last
           unto
           
             Achilles
             Phoenix
          
           spake
           ;
        
         
           If
           you
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           resolv'd
           are
           to
           be
           gone
        
         
           And
           leave
           the
           War
           for
           
           Agamemnon's
           sake
           ,
        
         
           In
           what
           estate
           shall
           I
           be
           here
           alone
           ?
        
         
           When
           you
           to
           Agamemnon
           first
           were
           sent
           ,
        
         
           You
           were
           a
           Child
           and
           understood
           not
           War
           ,
        
         
           Unable
           to
           say
           clearly
           what
           you
           meant
           ,
        
         
           Which
           the
           first
           principles
           of
           Honour
           are
           .
        
         
           And
           by
           your
           Father
           I
           was
           with
           you
           sent
        
         
           To
           show
           you
           how
           you
           were
           to
           speak
           and
           do
           .
        
         
           So
           that
           if
           you
           to
           go
           be
           fully
           bent
           ,
        
         
           You
           need
           not
           doubt
           but
           I
           shall
           be
           so
           too
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           should
           be
           though
           I
           were
           as
           young
           as
           when
        
         
           I
           Hellas
           left
           ,
           and
           from
           my
           Father
           fled
        
         
           Amyntor
           Son
           of
           Orminus
           ,
           who
           then
        
         
           A
           Concubine
           had
           taken
           to
           his
           bed
           .
        
         
           My
           Mother
           ,
           to
           the
           end
           to
           make
           her
           hate
        
         
           In
           such
           a
           way
           the
           old
           mans
           company
           ,
        
         
           Was
           with
           me
           oftentimes
           importunate
        
         
           To
           court
           her
           ,
           and
           I
           did
           thereto
           agree
           ,
        
         
           And
           got
           her
           love
           .
           Which
           when
           my
           Father
           knew
           ,
        
         
           He
           fell
           into
           a
           mighty
           passion
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           bitter
           curses
           on
           me
           threw
           ,
        
         
           And
           pray'd
           the
           Gods
           I
           ne'er
           might
           have
           a
           Son.
        
         
           His
           Pray'r
           by
           Pluto
           and
           by
           Proserpine
        
         
           Was
           heard
           ,
           and
           I
           no
           longer
           would
           abide
        
         
           At
           home
           ;
           but
           cross'd
           a
           while
           was
           my
           designe
           ,
        
         
           By
           Friends
           and
           Nephews
           that
           my
           purpose
           spy'd
           ,
        
         
           Who
           pray'd
           me
           and
           retain'd
           me
           with
           good
           chear
           ;
        
         
           Many
           good
           Kine
           they
           kill'd
           and
           lusty
           Sheep
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           Swine
           were
           dayly
           sindged
           there
           ,
        
         
           And
           much
           Wine
           spent
           ,
           and
           nightly
           watch
           they
           keep
        
         
           By
           turns
           nine
           Nights
           together
           ;
           and
           fires
           twain
           ,
        
         
           One
           in
           the
           Court
           against
           my
           Chamber-door
           ,
        
         
           Another
           in
           the
           Porch
           they
           kept
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           For
           on
           the
           tenth
           the
           Court-wall
           I
           leapt
           ore
           ,
        
         
           And
           undiscerned
           to
           King
           Peleus
           fled
        
         
           Who
           us'd
           me
           as
           a
           Father
           would
           his
           Son
           ,
        
         
           His
           only
           Son
           far
           off
           begot
           and
           bred
           ;
        
         
           Enrich'd
           and
           gave
           me
           the
           Dominion
        
         
           Of
           the
           Dolopians
           ,
           who
           are
           a
           part
        
         
           Of
           Peleus
           Realm
           .
           Now
           no
           man
           like
           you
           is
           ,
        
         
           Divine
           Achilles
           ,
           whom
           I
           love
           at
           th'
           heart
           ,
        
         
           And
           joy
           that
           I
           have
           brought
           you
           up
           to
           this
           ,
        
         
           Though
           painful
           to
           me
           were
           your
           Infancie
           ,
        
         
           Who
           not
           at
           Feast
           nor
           in
           the
           House
           would
           eat
           ,
        
         
           If
           first
           I
           did
           not
           set
           you
           on
           my
           Knee
           ,
        
         
           And
           into
           little
           pieces
           cut
           your
           meat
           .
        
         
           And
           often
           on
           my
           Breast
           you
           puk't
           your
           Wine
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           I
           knew
           my
           Line
           with
           me
           would
           end
           ,
        
         
           To
           take
           you
           for
           my
           Heir
           was
           my
           design
        
         
           Who
           in
           my
           feeble
           age
           might
           me
           defend
           .
        
         
         
           Master
           your
           heart
           Achilles
           .
           For
           you
           know
        
         
           The
           Gods
           ,
           though
           stronger
           and
           more
           fear'd
           than
           you
           ,
        
         
           With
           Incense
           and
           with
           Pray'rs
           are
           made
           to
           bow
           ,
        
         
           Although
           from
           men
           they
           not
           receive
           their
           due
           .
        
         
           For
           Prayers
           of
           high
           Jove
           the
           Daughters
           are
           ;
        
         
           Though
           lame
           their
           feet
           ,
           and
           squinting
           be
           their
           eyes
           ;
        
         
           And
           follow
           wrath
           (
           though
           she
           runs
           faster
           far
           )
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           hurt
           it
           does
           ,
           give
           remedies
           ,
        
         
           And
           cure
           all
           those
           that
           show
           them
           due
           respect
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           an
           angry
           man
           they
           cannot
           move
        
         
           That
           reconcilement
           alwaies
           will
           reject
           ,
        
         
           They
           call
           for
           Judgment
           from
           the●r
           Father
           Jove
           .
        
         
           Therefore
           ,
           Achilles
           ,
           give
           respect
           unto
        
         
           These
           Goddesses
           the
           Daughters
           of
           high
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           As
           other
           mighty
           men
           and
           Princes
           do
           .
        
         
           Had
           not
           Atrides
           to
           redeem
           your
           love
        
         
           Offer'd
           you
           Presents
           great
           ,
           and
           promis'd
           more
           ,
        
         
           I
           never
           had
           advis'd
           you
           to
           agree
        
         
           To
           save
           their
           Ships
           from
           burning
           on
           the
           Shore
           .
        
         
           Till
           that
           were
           done
           you
           could
           not
           blamed
           be
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           he
           does
           so
           amply
           make
           amends
           ,
        
         
           And
           chosen
           has
           good
           men
           to
           intercede
           ,
        
         
           Who
           are
           of
           all
           the
           Greeks
           your
           greatest
           friends
           ,
        
         
           Refuse
           them
           not
           the
           grace
           for
           which
           they
           plead
           .
        
         
           Such
           was
           the
           Heroes
           custom
           heretofore
           ,
        
         
           When
           one
           had
           done
           another
           injury
           ,
        
         
           The
           damage
           they
           had
           done
           first
           to
           restore
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           with
           Gifts
           and
           Pray'rs
           buy
           Amity
           ,
        
         
           But
           I
           will
           tell
           you
           how
           it
           came
           to
           pass
        
         
           At
           Calydon
           long
           since
           ,
           not
           yesterday
           .
        
         
           War
           'twixt
           the
           Curets
           and
           th'
           Aetolians
           was
           ,
        
         
           These
           to
           defend
           ,
           the
           other
           to
           destroy
           .
        
         
           For
           Oeneus
           having
           got
           his
           Harvest
           in
           ,
        
         
           To
           all
           the
           Gods
           made
           a
           great
           Sacrifice
           ▪
        
         
           Only
           Diana
           had
           no
           part
           therein
           ,
        
         
           Forgot
           she
           was
           ;
           he
           did
           not
           her
           despise
           .
        
         
           But
           she
           in
           anger
           sent
           a
           great
           wild
           Bore
           ,
        
         
           That
           wasted
           and
           made
           havock
           of
           his
           field
           ,
        
         
           And
           up
           by
           th'roots
           his
           goodly
           Fruit-trees
           tore
           .
        
         
           This
           Bore
           Meleager
           Son
           of
           O●neus
           k●ll'd
           ,
        
         
         
           Assisted
           by
           the
           Youth
           of
           many
           a
           State
        
         
           That
           to
           the
           Chase
           with
           Men
           and
           Hounds
           came
           in
           .
        
         
           Between
           them
           then
           Diana
           rais'd
           debate
        
         
           About
           who
           was
           to
           have
           the
           Head
           and
           Skin
           .
        
         
           While
           Meleager
           with
           them
           went
           to
           War
           ,
        
         
           The
           Curets
           never
           durst
           approach
           the
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           Although
           they
           were
           the
           greater
           number
           far
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           with
           Choler
           swelled
           was
           his
           Gall
           ,
        
         
           (
           Which
           often
           happens
           to
           a
           man
           though
           wise
           )
        
         
           He
           kept
           his
           Chamber
           and
           abstain'd
           from
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Offended
           with
           his
           Mothers
           injuries
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           all
           company
           eschew'd
           the
           sight
           ,
        
         
           But
           Cleopatra
           Con●ort
           of
           his
           Bed
           ,
        
         
           Child
           of
           Marpissa
           ,
           who
           (
           by
           stealth
           )
           was
           Bride
        
         
           Of
           Idas
           ,
           who
           at
           that
           time
           carried
        
         
           For
           Strength
           the
           reputation
           far
           and
           wide
           .
        
         
           This
           Idas
           Child
           was
           
           Meleager's
           wife
           .
        
         
           But
           Idas
           rashly
           for
           his
           dear
           wife's
           sake
        
         
           Against
           Apollo
           did
           engage
           his
           life
           ,
        
         
           And
           him
           at
           Bow
           and
           Arrows
           undertake
           .
        
         
           But
           Cleopatra
           then
           surnamed
           was
        
         
           Halcyone
           ,
           that
           was
           not
           so
           ,
           before
        
         
           Her
           Father
           with
           Apollo
           sought
           ,
           because
        
         
           She
           did
           her
           Mother's
           death
           so
           much
           deplore
           .
        
         
           With
           her
           now
           grieving
           Meleager
           lay
           ,
        
         
           And
           angry
           at
           the
           Curses
           of
           his
           Mother
           ;
        
         
           Who
           to
           the
           Gods
           continually
           did
           pray
        
         
           Against
           his
           life
           for
           killing
           of
           her
           Brother
           ;
        
         
           And
           from
           her
           eyes
           the
           tears
           ran
           down
           her
           Breast
           ,
        
         
           And
           often
           with
           her
           hand
           the
           ground
           she
           smote
           ,
        
         
           Making
           to
           Pluto
           and
           his
           Queen
           request
        
         
           To
           kill
           her
           Son
           ;
           which
           they
           rejected
           not
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           uproar
           heard
           was
           at
           the
           Gates
           ,
        
         
           And
           thumping
           of
           the
           Towr's
           of
           Calydon
           .
        
         
           To
           Meleag●r
           then
           came
           Priests
           and
           States
        
         
           Intreating
           him
           his
           Armour
           to
           put
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           save
           the
           Town
           ,
           and
           offer'd
           for
           his
           pain
           ,
        
         
           As
           much
           good
           Land
           (
           to
           take
           it
           where
           he
           would
           ,
        
         
           One
           half
           for
           Wine
           ,
           the
           other
           half
           for
           grain
           )
        
         
           As
           fifty
           able
           Oxen
           labour
           could
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           came
           his
           Father
           ratling
           at
           his
           door
           ,
        
         
           His
           Brothers
           ,
           and
           his
           angry
           Mother
           too
           :
        
         
           But
           he
           persisted
           in
           his
           will
           the
           more
           ;
        
         
           His
           dearest
           friends
           could
           with
           him
           nothing
           do
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           the
           cry
           and
           danger
           now
           was
           nigher
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           Tow'rs
           the
           Curets
           mounted
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           ready
           now
           to
           set
           the
           Town
           on
           fire
           ,
        
         
           Then
           Cleopatra
           to
           her
           Husband
           dear
        
         
           Shew'd
           th'
           Image
           of
           a
           Town
           won
           by
           the
           Foe
        
         
           How
           butcher'd
           are
           the
           men
           ,
           the
           houses
           burned
           ,
        
         
           Their
           Wives
           and
           Children
           drag'd
           away
           ;
           and
           so
        
         
           Her
           Husband's
           heart
           again
           to
           pity
           turned
           .
        
         
           Then
           went
           he
           and
           repell'd
           the
           Enemies
           ,
        
         
           Though
           what
           they
           promis'd
           him
           they
           never
           gave
           .
        
         
           But
           that
           's
           not
           it
           to
           which
           I
           you
           advise
           ;
        
         
           But
           first
           the
           ships
           ,
           and
           then
           the
           Greeks
           to
           save
           ;
        
         
           But
           not
           without
           these
           gifts
           to
           go
           to
           War
           :
        
         
           For
           more
           unto
           your
           honour
           it
           will
           be
        
         
           To
           give
           them
           aid
           when
           satisfi'd
           you
           are
           ,
        
         
           By
           Agamemnon
           for
           the
           injury
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Phoenix
           said
           .
           Achilles
           then
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           Such
           honour
           I
           seek
           none
           .
           Jove
           honours
           me
           ,
        
         
           Since
           by
           his
           will
           I
           at
           my
           ships
           abide
           ,
        
         
           And
           will
           do
           till
           I
           dead
           or
           strengthless
           be
           .
        
         
           No
           more
           molest
           me
           for
           Atrides
           sake
           ,
        
         
           But
           stay
           with
           me
           ,
           and
           equal
           to
           me
           reign
           ,
        
         
           And
           such
           as
           are
           my
           friends
           for
           your
           friends
           take
           ,
        
         
           And
           do
           not
           loose
           my
           friendship
           his
           to
           gain
           .
        
         
           Stay
           then
           this
           night
           ,
           and
           take
           your
           lodging
           here
           ;
        
         
           My
           answer
           t'
           Agamemnon
           these
           will
           carry
           ;
        
         
           Assoon
           as
           morning
           shall
           again
           appear
        
         
           We
           'll
           talk
           of
           whether
           we
           shall
           go
           or
           tarry
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           spake
           those
           words
           ,
           he
           winkt
           upon
        
         
           Patroclus
           to
           give
           order
           for
           his
           bed
           ,
        
         
           That
           he
           himself
           prepare
           might
           to
           be
           gone
           .
        
         
           Amongst
           them
           then
           great
           Ajax
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Ulysses
           come
           ,
           our
           labour
           here
           is
           lost
           ;
        
         
           Let
           's
           carry
           back
           his
           answer
           ,
           such
           as
           '
           t●s
        
         
           To
           Agamemnon
           and
           the
           Argive
           Hoast
           ,
        
         
           Who
           us
           expect
           ;
           since
           obstinate
           he
           is
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           can
           a
           thought
           so
           savage
           entertain
           ,
        
         
           Unkind
           and
           unregardful
           of
           his
           friends
           ,
        
         
           When
           others
           for
           a
           Son
           or
           Brother
           slain
        
         
           Can
           be
           contented
           to
           receive
           amends
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           man
           that
           slew
           him
           live
           in
           rest
           ,
        
         
           Assoon
           as
           they
           have
           paid
           for
           their
           misdeed
           .
        
         
           But
           you
           Achilles
           harbour
           in
           your
           breast
        
         
           An
           everlasting
           anger
           without
           need
           ,
        
         
           And
           hurtful
           to
           your
           friends
           no
           less
           than
           Foes
           ,
        
         
           For
           't
           is
           but
           for
           one
           maid
           he
           took
           away
           ;
        
         
           And
           for
           her
           now
           he
           seven
           on
           you
           bestows
           ,
        
         
           And
           much
           beside
           your
           anger
           to
           allay
           .
        
         
           Regard
           your
           house
           .
           We
           your
           domesticks
           are
           ,
        
         
           Nearer
           than
           any
           of
           the
           Greeks
           beside
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           your
           honour
           more
           concern'd
           by
           far
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Ajax
           said
           .
           Achilles
           then
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           O
           Ajax
           ,
           noble
           Son
           of
           Telamon
           ,
        
         
           I
           not
           deny
           but
           all
           you
           say
           is
           well
           ,
        
         
           But
           always
           when
           that
           man
           you
           mention
           ,
        
         
           My
           choler
           rising
           makes
           my
           heart
           to
           swell
           .
        
         
           He
           made
           me
           has
           to
           th'
           Argives
           despicable
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           I
           were
           a
           Fool
           or
           Inmate
           who
        
         
           Of
           honour
           in
           a
           Town
           is
           incapable
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           Publick
           nothing
           has
           to
           do
           .
        
         
           Go
           therefore
           let
           Atrides
           know
           my
           mind
           .
        
         
           I
           will
           no
           more
           against
           the
           Trojans
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Till
           Hector
           at
           my
           Tents
           and
           Ships
           I
           find
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'
           Argive
           Fleet
           be
           flaming
           in
           my
           sight
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           he
           come
           unto
           my
           Ships
           ,
           I
           think
           ,
        
         
           Keen
           as
           he
           is
           I
           shall
           his
           fury
           stay
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           unto
           the
           Gods
           above
           they
           drink
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           they
           with
           his
           answer
           went
           away
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           then
           gave
           order
           for
           a
           bed
        
         
           With
           woolly
           Cov'rings
           soft
           and
           Linnen
           fine
        
         
           For
           Phoenix
           ,
           where
           he
           lay
           ti●l
           day
           was
           spread
           .
        
         
           But
           with
           Achilles
           slept
           a
           Concubine
           ,
        
         
           Fair
           Diomeda
           whom
           he
           brought
           away
        
         
           From
           Lesbos
           when
           he
           had
           that
           City
           sackt
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           another
           part
           Patroclus
           lay
           .
        
         
           Nor
           he
           a
           beautiful
           Bed-fellow
           lackt
        
         
         
           Fair
           Iphis
           whom
           Achilles
           gave
           him
           when
        
         
           He
           newly
           rifled
           had
           the
           Town
           of
           Scyros
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           th'
           Ambassadors
           were
           come
           agen
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           them
           store
           of
           people
           flock'd
           ,
           desirous
        
         
           To
           hear
           the
           news
           ,
           and
           Wine
           unto
           them
           brought
           .
        
         
           But
           Agamemnon
           first
           inquir'd
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Ulysses
           ,
           will
           he
           save
           the
           Fleet
           or
           not
           ,
        
         
           Or
           is
           his
           choler
           not
           to
           be
           allay'd
           ?
        
         
           And
           he
           Achilles
           answer
           then
           related
           .
        
         
           The
           man
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           retains
           his
           anger
           still
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           't
           is
           greater
           rather
           than
           abated
           ,
        
         
           And
           says
           ,
           to
           morrow
           put
           to
           Sea
           he
           will.
        
         
           And
           your
           Alliance
           and
           your
           Gifts
           rejects
           ,
        
         
           And
           says
           he
           would
           advise
           us
           to
           go
           home
           .
        
         
           Since
           Jupiter
           himself
           the
           Town
           protects
           ,
        
         
           He
           says
           in
           vain
           we
           stay
           at
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           And
           bids
           you
           order
           take
           to
           save
           the
           Fleet.
        
         
           Thus
           said
           he
           ,
           as
           these
           know
           as
           well
           as
           I
           ,
        
         
           Ajax
           and
           both
           the
           Heralds
           men
           discreet
           ,
        
         
           Who
           all
           the
           while
           he
           spake
           were
           standing
           by
           ,
        
         
           And
           Phoenix
           too
           .
           But
           he
           lies
           there
           all
           night
           ,
        
         
           That
           ore
           the
           Sea
           together
           they
           may
           go
           ,
        
         
           If
           Phoenix
           will
           ,
           assoon
           as
           it
           is
           light
           ;
        
         
           But
           forc't
           is
           not
           whether
           he
           will
           or
           no.
        
         
           When
           thus
           Ulysses
           ended
           had
           his
           story
           ,
        
         
           All
           silent
           were
           a
           while
           and
           much
           dismai'd
        
         
           With
           his
           denial
           flat
           and
           peremptory
           .
        
         
           At
           last
           Tydides
           to
           them
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           King
           Atrides
           ,
           we
           have
           done
           amiss
        
         
           With
           Gifts
           and
           Prayers
           thus
           to
           seek
           his
           aid
           ,
        
         
           That
           proud
           before
           ,
           by
           this
           made
           prouder
           is
           .
        
         
           Let
           him
           go
           when
           he
           will.
           Be
           not
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           But
           let
           's
           refresh
           our selves
           to
           night
           with
           Bread
        
         
           And
           Wine
           .
           For
           that
           gives
           men
           both
           strength
           &
           heart
           ,
        
         
           And
           see
           your
           men
           i'
           th'
           morn
           imbattelled
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           head
           of
           them
           do
           you
           your
           part
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Princes
           of
           the
           Hoast
           admir'd
        
         
           The
           gallant
           Speech
           of
           valiant
           Diomed
           :
        
         
           And
           every
           one
           unto
           his
           Tent
           retir'd
           ,
        
         
           With
           a
           good
           will
           to
           sleep
           ,
           and
           went
           to
           bed
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           X.
           
        
         
           ALl
           night
           the
           Princes
           of
           the
           Argives
           slept
           ,
        
         
           Save
           Agamemnon
           ,
           who
           could
           take
           no
           rest
           ,
        
         
           But
           with
           unquiet
           thoughts
           was
           waking
           kept
           ,
        
         
           And
           casting
           for
           his
           safety
           what
           was
           best
           .
        
         
           And
           frequent
           as
           the
           Lightning
           flashes
           are
        
         
           When
           Jove
           is
           making
           Rain
           or
           Hail
           i'
           th'
           Skies
           ,
        
         
           Or
           somewhere
           punishing
           the
           proud
           by
           War
           ;
        
         
           So
           frequent
           then
           were
           
           Agamemnon's
           sighs
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           the
           fires
           he
           saw
           upon
           the
           Plain
        
         
           Made
           by
           the
           Foe
           ,
           and
           th'Acclamation
        
         
           And
           Shouts
           he
           heard
           ,
           he
           wondred
           .
           But
           again
        
         
           When
           he
           his
           Ships
           and
           People
           look'd
           upon
           ,
        
         
           Then
           by
           the
           roots
           he
           pluck'd
           off
           from
           his
           Head
        
         
           Handfuls
           of
           Hair
           ,
           and
           sigh'd
           and
           groaned
           more
           ;
        
         
           And
           thought
           it
           best
           then
           to
           be
           counselled
        
         
           By
           Nestor
           how
           he
           might
           himself
           restore
           .
        
         
           And
           rising
           up
           his
           Coat
           he
           first
           puts
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           his
           smooth
           white
           feet
           his
           Shoes
           he
           ty'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           then
           above
           his
           Coat
           ,
           he
           cast
           upon
        
         
           His
           Back
           a
           great
           and
           tawny
           Lions
           hide
           .
        
         
           And
           Menelaus
           too
           that
           waking
           lay
        
         
           And
           trembling
           in
           his
           bed
           all
           night
           ,
           for
           fear
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           that
           for
           his
           sake
           were
           come
           to
           Troy
        
         
           Should
           fall
           into
           some
           great
           disaster
           there
           ,
        
         
           Rose
           up
           and
           to
           his
           Brothers
           Tent
           went
           in
           .
        
         
           A
           Spear
           he
           had
           in
           's
           hand
           ,
           and
           armed
           was
           ,
        
         
           Having
           upon
           his
           back
           a
           Leopards
           skin
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           Head
           a
           Helmet
           good
           of
           Brass
           .
        
         
           And
           said
           to
           Agamemnon
           ,
           Brother
           ,
           Why
        
         
           So
           early
           up
           ?
           Have
           you
           a
           mind
           to
           send
        
         
           Into
           the
           Army
           of
           the
           Foe
           some
           Spy
           ?
        
         
           I
           fear
           you
           will
           not
           find
           so
           bold
           a
           friend
        
         
         
           As
           thither
           dares
           to
           go
           i'
           th'
           night
           alone
           .
        
         
           Brother
           (
           said
           Agamemnon
           )
           you
           and
           I
        
         
           Must
           better
           counsel
           take
           than
           we
           have
           done
           ,
        
         
           Since
           Jove
           now
           favoureth
           the
           Enemy
           ,
        
         
           And
           takes
           in
           
           Hector's
           Sacrifice
           delight
           .
        
         
           For
           so
           much
           harm
           so
           soon
           was
           never
           done
        
         
           As
           he
           to
           us
           has
           done
           in
           one
           days
           fight
           ;
        
         
           Yet
           nor
           of
           God
           nor
           Goddess
           is
           the
           Son.
        
         
           His
           this
           days
           Acts
           the
           Greeks
           will
           ne'er
           forget
           .
        
         
           But
           go
           you
           to
           the
           Princes
           quickly
           .
           Run
           .
        
         
           Call
           up
           Idomeneus
           the
           King
           of
           Creet
           ,
        
         
           And
           the
           great
           Ajax
           Son
           of
           Telamon
           .
        
         
           While
           I
           call
           Nestor
           up
           and
           bring
           him
           to
        
         
           The
           place
           which
           is
           appointed
           for
           the
           guard
           ,
        
         
           T'
           instruct
           the
           men
           with
           what
           they
           have
           to
           do
           ,
        
         
           Because
           his
           Counsel
           they
           will
           most
           regard
           .
        
         
           For
           by
           his
           Son
           the
           Watch
           commanded
           is
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           we
           Meriones
           have
           join'd
           .
        
         
           Then
           Menelaus
           farther
           askt
           him
           this
        
         
           (
           That
           he
           might
           fully
           understand
           his
           mind
           )
        
         
           When
           they
           are
           call'd
           ,
           what
           next
           is
           to
           be
           done
           ?
        
         
           Must
           I
           stay
           here
           till
           you
           come
           back
           again
           ,
        
         
           Or
           after
           you
           about
           the
           Army
           run
           ?
        
         
           No
           ,
           no
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           where
           you
           are
           now
           ,
           remain
           .
        
         
           But
           going
           call
           upon
           each
           one
           aloud
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           name
           he
           from
           his
           Father
           takes
           ,
        
         
           And
           praise
           them
           all
           ,
           let
           them
           not
           think
           you
           proud
           ;
        
         
           Pain
           is
           no
           shame
           when
           't
           is
           for
           our
           own
           sakes
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           they
           part
           ,
           and
           Agamemnon
           went
        
         
           To
           seek
           out
           Nestor
           ;
           whom
           he
           found
           abed
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           his
           Armour
           by
           him
           in
           his
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           His
           Shield
           ,
           two
           Spears
           ,
           and
           Helmet
           for
           his
           Head
           ,
        
         
           And
           Belt
           of
           many
           Colours
           finely
           wrought
           ,
        
         
           Which
           alwaies
           he
           was
           wont
           in
           War
           to
           use
        
         
           When
           he
           his
           people
           unto
           Battle
           brought
           .
        
         
           No
           Labour
           would
           he
           on
           his
           age
           excuse
           .
        
         
           Now
           raised
           on
           his
           Elbow
           ,
           Who
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Are
           you
           that
           walk
           abroad
           when
           others
           sleep
           ?
        
         
           Stay
           there
           I
           say
           and
           come
           no
           nearer
           me
           ,
        
         
           Until
           your
           name
           you
           tell
           ,
           at
           distance
           keep
           .
        
         
         
           Seek
           you
           some
           Officer
           or
           Camerade
           ?
        
         
           I
           Agamemnon
           am
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           your
           friend
        
         
           Whom
           Jove
           to
           bear
           such
           miseries
           hath
           made
        
         
           As
           while
           I
           live
           will
           never
           have
           an
           end
           ;
        
         
           And
           in
           my
           bed
           no
           sleep
           at
           all
           I
           take
        
         
           For
           fear
           of
           some
           unfortunate
           event
           .
        
         
           Unsetled
           is
           my
           Heart
           ,
           my
           Limbs
           all
           shake
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           this
           plight
           I
           wandred
           to
           your
           Tent
           :
        
         
           And
           now
           I
           pray
           you
           ,
           since
           you
           waking
           lye
        
         
           Come
           with
           me
           to
           the
           Watch
           ;
           for
           since
           the
           Foe
        
         
           Unto
           our
           Wall
           encamped
           is
           so
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           They
           charge
           us
           may
           by
           night
           for
           ought
           we
           know
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           old
           Nestor
           answer
           made
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Think
           not
           
             Atrides
             Jove
          
           will
           all
           things
           do
        
         
           As
           they
           are
           now
           in
           
           Hector's
           fancy
           laid
           ?
        
         
           For
           harder
           work
           he
           would
           be
           put
           unto
        
         
           If
           we
           Achilles
           can
           but
           once
           appease
           .
        
         
           But
           go
           ,
           I
           'll
           follow
           you
           ,
           and
           call
           upon
        
         
           Tydides
           and
           Ulysses
           if
           you
           please
           ,
        
         
           Ajax
           the
           less
           ,
           and
           
             Meges
             Phyleus
          
           Son.
        
         
           I
           wish
           some
           other
           man
           of
           nimbler
           feet
        
         
           Were
           to
           great
           Ajax
           sent
           to
           make
           him
           rise
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Idomeneus
           the
           King
           of
           Crete
           ,
        
         
           Whose
           quarter
           from
           this
           place
           a
           great
           way
           lyes
           .
        
         
           But
           Menelaus
           I
           intend
           to
           chide
           ,
        
         
           That
           sleeps
           and
           leaves
           the
           work
           to
           you
           alone
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           no
           fit
           time
           within
           his
           Tent
           t'
           abide
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Princes
           should
           himself
           have
           gone
           .
        
         
           To
           
             Nestor
             Agamemnon
          
           then
           reply'd
           ,
        
         
           O
           Nestor
           ,
           he
           is
           often
           negligent
           ,
        
         
           And
           often
           I
           have
           pray'd
           you
           him
           to
           chide
           .
        
         
           Yet
           't
           is
           not
           sloth
           ;
           but
           my
           Commandement
        
         
           He
           always
           looks
           for
           though
           there
           be
           no
           cause
           .
        
         
           And
           yet
           to
           night
           he
           has
           prevented
           me
           .
        
         
           For
           up
           and
           arm'd
           before
           me
           now
           he
           was
           ;
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           came
           I
           sent
           him
           presently
        
         
           To
           call
           up
           Ajax
           and
           the
           King
           of
           Creet
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           Watch
           we
           both
           of
           them
           shall
           see
           ,
        
         
           Where
           I
           appointed
           have
           the
           rest
           to
           meet
           .
        
         
           Nestor
           again
           reply'd
           .
           'T
           is
           well
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
         
           The
           Greeks
           will
           of
           him
           have
           a
           better
           thought
           ,
        
         
           And
           readier
           obedience
           he
           will
           find
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           put
           himself
           into
           his
           Coat
           ,
        
         
           And
           ty'd
           his
           Shooes
           on
           ,
           and
           his
           Cloak
           well
           lin'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           took
           his
           Spear
           in
           hand
           .
           Then
           on
           they
           went
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Argive
           Ships
           upon
           the
           sand
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           came
           unto
           Ulysses
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           To
           call
           and
           waken
           him
           ,
           they
           made
           a
           stand
           .
        
         
           And
           Nestor
           with
           his
           voice
           stretcht
           to
           the
           height
        
         
           Call'd
           to
           him
           by
           his
           name
           .
           Ulysses
           streight
        
         
           Came
           forth
           and
           said
           ,
           Why
           come
           you
           in
           the
           night
           ?
        
         
           Your
           bus'ness
           sure
           must
           be
           of
           mighty
           we●ght
           .
        
         
           O
           Laërtiades
           ,
           said
           Nestor
           then
           ,
        
         
           Take
           it
           not
           ill
           .
           Such
           is
           our
           misery
           .
        
         
           But
           come
           with
           us
           to
           call
           up
           other
           men
           ,
        
         
           That
           we
           may
           Counsel
           take
           to
           fight
           or
           fly
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           then
           return'd
           into
           his
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           shoulder
           hung
           his
           painted
           Shield
           ;
        
         
           And
           with
           them
           first
           to
           Diomed
           he
           went
        
         
           Whom
           they
           found
           armed
           in
           the
           open
           field
           ,
        
         
           His
           Soldiers
           sleeping
           lay
           about
           him
           round
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           Buckler
           each
           one
           had
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           The
           Butt-ends
           of
           their
           Spears
           sixt
           in
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           Whereof
           the
           points
           like
           Lightning
           glittered
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           himself
           slept
           on
           a
           good
           Cow-hide
           ,
        
         
           His
           Head
           upon
           a
           gaudy
           Carpet
           laid
           .
        
         
           Then
           Nestor
           came
           and
           standing
           at
           his
           side
        
         
           Awakt
           him
           with
           his
           foot
           and
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Awake
           Tydides
           ,
           hear
           you
           not
           how
           nigh
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           are
           encamped
           to
           the
           Fleet
           ?
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Tydides
           leapt
           up
           suddenly
           ,
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           raised
           was
           upon
           his
           feet
           ,
        
         
           Nestor
           (
           said
           he
           )
           unhappy
           restless
           man
        
         
           That
           aged
           as
           you
           are
           take
           not
           your
           ease
           ,
        
         
           When
           younger
           men
           there
           are
           that
           better
           can
        
         
           Call
           up
           the
           Argive
           Princes
           if
           they
           please
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           true
           (
           said
           Nestor
           )
           I
           have
           at
           my
           Tent
        
         
           Sons
           of
           my
           own
           ,
           and
           others
           can
           command
           ,
        
         
           Who
           might
           upon
           such
           Errands
           have
           been
           sent
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           upon
           the
           very
           brink
           we
           stand
        
         
         
           Of
           Life
           and
           Death
           .
           And
           since
           you
           pity
           me
           ,
        
         
           Call
           little
           Ajax
           up
           ,
           and
           Phyleus
           Son.
        
         
           For
           young
           you
           are
           ,
           and
           can
           do
           't
           easilie
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           then
           a
           Lions
           skin
           puts
           on
        
         
           Tauny
           and
           reaching
           to
           his
           heels
           ,
           and
           then
        
         
           Into
           his
           hand
           he
           took
           a
           heavy
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           out
           he
           went
           and
           called
           up
           those
           men
           .
        
         
           When
           to
           the
           Watch
           they
           come
           together
           were
           ,
        
         
           The
           Captains
           of
           the
           Watch
           were
           not
           asleep
           ,
        
         
           But
           all
           were
           sitting
           at
           their
           Arms
           awake
           .
        
         
           As
           Dogs
           that
           guarding
           are
           a
           Fold
           of
           Sheep
        
         
           Hearing
           the
           noise
           the
           Hounds
           and
           Hunters
           make
        
         
           When
           in
           the
           Woods
           they
           chace
           some
           savage
           beast
           ,
        
         
           And
           nearer
           still
           and
           nearer
           hear
           the
           cries
           ,
        
         
           They
           doubt
           the
           worst
           ,
           and
           cannot
           take
           their
           rest
           ,
        
         
           But
           list'ning
           stand
           and
           sleep
           forsakes
           their
           eyes
           ;
        
         
           So
           watchfully
           spent
           they
           the
           tedious
           night
           ,
        
         
           And
           ever
           when
           of
           Feet
           they
           heard
           the
           tread
        
         
           'Twixt
           them
           and
           Troy
           ,
           that
           way
           they
           turn'd
           their
           sight
           ;
        
         
           So
           much
           they
           Hectors
           coming
           on
           did
           dread
           .
        
         
           When
           Nestor
           coming
           by
           ,
           observ'd
           them
           had
           ,
        
         
           So
           ,
           so
           (
           said
           he
           )
           brave
           Lads
           ,
           continue
           so
           ,
        
         
           And
           give
           no
           cause
           to
           Hector
           to
           be
           glad
           .
        
         
           He
           and
           the
           Princes
           then
           together
           go
        
         
           (
           All
           that
           to
           Counsel
           had
           been
           made
           to
           rise
        
         
           Except
           Meriones
           and
           
           Nestor's
           Son
        
         
           Whom
           they
           thought
           worthy
           with
           them
           to
           advise
           )
        
         
           And
           part
           the
           Ditch
           ,
           and
           sitting
           down
           upon
        
         
           The
           place
           to
           which
           they
           were
           pursu'd
           before
        
         
           By
           Hector
           ,
           who
           retiring
           thence
           lest
           clear
        
         
           The
           ground
           from
           dead
           mens
           Carkasses
           and
           Gore
           ,
        
         
           Of
           what
           they
           next
           should
           do
           consulted
           there
           .
        
         
           First
           Nestor
           spake
           .
           Who
           dares
           (
           said
           he
           )
           to
           go
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Trojan
           Camp
           that
           lies
           so
           near
           ,
        
         
           And
           kill
           ,
           or
           bring
           thence
           some
           outlying
           Foe
           ?
        
         
           Or
           what
           they
           shall
           resolve
           upon
           to
           hear
           ?
        
         
           Whether
           (
           since
           they
           have
           worsted
           us
           )
           to
           stay
        
         
           So
           near
           us
           or
           retire
           into
           the
           Town
           .
        
         
           If
           this
           he
           do
           and
           safely
           come
           away
           ,
        
         
           He
           to
           himself
           acquire
           will
           great
           Renown
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           by
           each
           one
           that
           has
           of
           Ships
           command
           ,
        
         
           He
           for
           his
           service
           shall
           be
           well
           requited
           .
        
         
           Each
           one
           an
           Ewe
           and
           Lamb
           shall
           give
           him
           ,
           and
        
         
           He
           to
           our
           publick
           Feastings
           be
           invited
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           paus'd
           a
           while
           ,
           but
           by
           and
           by
        
         
           Tydides
           rising
           spake
           .
           Nestor
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           To
           go
           into
           the
           Trojan
           Camp
           dare
           I.
        
         
           But
           't
           would
           be
           best
           some
           other
           went
           with
           me
           ,
        
         
           More
           hope
           and
           courage
           is
           where
           there
           are
           two
           ;
        
         
           What
           one
           observeth
           not
           the
           other
           may
           .
        
         
           A
           man
           alone
           can
           little
           see
           or
           do
           ,
        
         
           And
           single
           Judgments
           see
           but
           little
           way
           .
        
         
           At
           these
           words
           many
           with
           him
           would
           have
           gone
           ,
        
         
           Ajaxes
           both
           the
           greater
           and
           the
           less
        
         
           And
           stout
           Antilochus
           old
           
           Nestor's
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           Menelaus
           and
           Meriones
           .
        
         
           But
           most
           of
           all
           Ulysses
           long'd
           to
           see
        
         
           What
           projects
           in
           the
           Trojan
           Camp
           were
           laid
           .
        
         
           For
           none
           adventure
           farther
           durst
           than
           he
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           
             Tydides
             Agamemnon
          
           said
           ,
        
         
           Tydides
           ,
           whom
           I
           love
           ,
           now
           chuse
           your
           man
           ;
        
         
           Regard
           not
           Birth
           nor
           Scepters
           ,
           but
           the
           cause
           .
        
         
           Take
           him
           that
           you
           th●nk
           best
           assist
           you
           can
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           he
           said
           in
           fear
           for
           Menelaus
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           Tydides
           answer
           made
           agen
           ,
        
         
           Since
           of
           my
           fellow
           I
           the
           choice
           must
           make
           ,
        
         
           Ulysses
           I
           prefer
           before
           all
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           him
           for
           my
           assistant
           I
           will
           take
           ;
        
         
           So
           much
           in
           diligence
           he
           doth
           excel
           ,
        
         
           And
           so
           much
           care
           Athena
           of
           him
           has
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           believe
           we
           both
           should
           come
           off
           well
        
         
           Though
           through
           a
           flaming
           fire
           we
           were
           to
           pass
           .
        
         
           Then
           said
           Ulysses
           ,
           Speak
           no
           more
           of
           me
        
         
           Nor
           good
           nor
           ill
           .
           The
           Argives
           know
           me
           well
           .
        
         
           Let
           's
           go
           .
           Two
           thirds
           o'
           th'
           night
           are
           spent
           you
           see
           ,
        
         
           As
           any
           man
           that
           sees
           the
           Stars
           can
           tell
           .
        
         
           Then
           put
           they
           on
           their
           Arms.
           And
           Thrasymed
        
         
           Gave
           Diomed
           a
           Sword
           (
           who
           had
           forgot
        
         
           To
           bring
           his
           own
           )
           and
           to
           defend
           his
           Head
        
         
           A
           leather
           Cap
           without
           crest
           ,
           call'd
           a
           Pot.
        
         
         
           Meriones
           unto
           Ulysses
           gave
        
         
           His
           Bow
           and
           Quiver
           ,
           Sword
           and
           Dogskin
           Cap
        
         
           Pleated
           with
           thongs
           within
           his
           Head
           to
           save
        
         
           If
           need
           should
           be
           in
           Combat
           ,
           from
           mishap
           .
        
         
           For
           'twixt
           the
           leathers
           tough
           inserted
           were
        
         
           Guards
           of
           thick
           felt
           ;
           of
           Bores
           teeth
           was
           the
           brim
           .
        
         
           Eleon
           was
           the
           first
           that
           did
           it
           wear
           ,
        
         
           But
           taken
           by
           A●tolycus
           from
           him
           .
        
         
           And
           given
           't
           was
           unto
           Amphidamus
           ,
        
         
           Which
           he
           to
           Molon
           gave
           that
           was
           his
           guest
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Meriones
           then
           left
           it
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           upon
           Ulysses
           head
           did
           rest
           .
        
         
           And
           being
           both
           thus
           armed
           ,
           forth
           they
           went
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           way
           a
           Heron
           Dexter
           flew
           ,
        
         
           A
           lucky
           signe
           and
           by
           Athena
           sent
           ,
        
         
           As
           by
           the
           sound
           made
           by
           her
           wings
           they
           knew
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           then
           unto
           the
           Goddess
           pray'd
           ,
        
         
           Hail
           Virgin-Daughter
           of
           Almighty
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           That
           all
           my
           labour
           seest
           and
           giv'st
           me
           aid
           ,
        
         
           Now
           more
           than
           ever
           let
           me
           find
           your
           love
           .
        
         
           Grant
           me
           that
           I
           some
           good
           exploit
           may
           do
        
         
           To
           vex
           the
           Trojans
           ,
           and
           come
           safe
           from
           thence
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Tydides
           pray'd
           unto
           her
           too
           .
        
         
           Celestial
           Maid
           that
           with
           my
           Father
           went'st
        
         
           When
           he
           Ambassador
           to
           Th●b●s
           was
           sent
        
         
           With
           words
           of
           Peace
           ,
           and
           coming
           back
           atchieved
        
         
           By
           your
           assistance
           and
           encouragement
        
         
           Such
           noble
           Acts
           as
           scarce
           will
           be
           believed
           ,
        
         
           If
           you
           will
           aid
           me
           as
           you
           aided
           him
           ,
        
         
           O
           Goddess
           ,
           I
           will
           to
           you
           sacrifice
        
         
           A
           Heifer
           ,
           and
           with
           Gold
           her
           horns
           I
           'll
           trim
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           their
           Suit
           the
           Goddess
           not
           denies
           .
        
         
           When
           their
           Devotion
           now
           was
           at
           an
           end
           ,
        
         
           Away
           they
           went
           'mongst
           Carcasses
           and
           Blood
           ,
        
         
           Like
           Lions
           that
           on
           slaughter
           love
           t'
           attend
           .
        
         
           Nor
           Hector
           and
           the
           Trojans
           idle
           stood
           .
        
         
           But
           call'd
           a
           Counsel
           of
           the
           Chiefs
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Who
           's
           he
           will
           undertake
           what
           I
           'll
           propound
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           his
           pains
           be
           honourably
           paid
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           his
           Valour
           far
           and
           near
           renown'd
           ?
        
         
         
           I
           give
           him
           will
           two
           Horses
           and
           a
           Coach
        
         
           The
           best
           that
           shall
           be
           taken
           from
           the
           Fo
           ,
        
         
           That
           will
           unto
           the
           Argive
           Fleet
           approach
           ,
        
         
           And
           bring
           me
           word
           what
           they
           intend
           to
           do
           ;
        
         
           Whether
           their
           Ships
           they
           guard
           as
           heretofore
           ,
        
         
           Or
           mean
           to
           quit
           the
           Siege
           at
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           And
           beaten
           thus
           haul
           down
           their
           Ships
           from
           Shore
           ,
        
         
           And
           ere
           their
           work
           be
           finished
           go
           home
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           silent
           sat
           .
           But
           one
           there
           was
        
         
           Dolon
           by
           name
           ,
           the
           Squire
           Eumedes
           Son
        
         
           That
           master
           was
           of
           store
           of
           Gold
           and
           Brass
           ,
        
         
           A
           sorry
           fellow
           ,
           but
           that
           well
           could
           run
           .
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           I
           'll
           to
           the
           Fleet
           approach
           .
        
         
           Swear
           now
           by
           Jove
           ,
           and
           hold
           your
           Scepter
           high
           ,
        
         
           I
           shall
           Achilles
           Horses
           have
           and
           Coach
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           for
           you
           will
           be
           a
           faithful
           Spy.
        
         
           For
           down
           to
           
           Agamemnon's
           Tent
           I
           'll
           go
           ,
        
         
           Where
           they
           consult
           whether
           to
           Fight
           or
           Fly
           :
        
         
           For
           there
           their
           resolution
           I
           shall
           know
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           held
           his
           Scepter
           up
           on
           high
           .
        
         
           O
           Jove
           ,
           betwixt
           us
           witness
           bear
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           No
           Trojan
           shall
           these
           Horses
           have
           but
           you
           ,
        
         
           And
           yours
           they
           shall
           perpetually
           be
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Hector
           swore
           ,
           although
           it
           prov'd
           not
           true
           .
        
         
           Upon
           his
           Shoulder
           then
           his
           Bow
           he
           hung
           .
        
         
           His
           Cap
           of
           Cat
           ,
           a
           Wolfs
           skin
           was
           his
           Coat
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           gotten
           clear
           was
           from
           the
           throng
           ,
        
         
           With
           Spear
           in
           hand
           he
           ●ell
           into
           his
           trot
           .
        
         
           And
           first
           Ulysses
           heard
           the
           sound
           of
           feet
           .
        
         
           I
           hear
           one
           come
           ,
           said
           he
           to
           Diomed
           ,
        
         
           Perhaps
           a
           Spy
           that
           sent
           is
           to
           our
           Fleet
           ,
        
         
           Or
           one
           that
           has
           a
           mind
           to
           strip
           the
           dead
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           best
           t'
           avoid
           him
           till
           he
           past
           us
           be
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           follow
           him
           and
           drive
           him
           on
           .
        
         
           But
           lest
           he
           swifter
           be
           of
           foot
           than
           we
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           City
           back
           again
           should
           run
           ,
        
         
           Rise
           and
           be
           sure
           to
           turn
           him
           with
           your
           Spear
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           was
           a
           lands
           length
           past
           them
           go●e
        
         
           They
           follow'd
           him
           .
           And
           he
           their
           feet
           did
           hear
           ,
        
         
           And
           thought
           some
           Trojans
           had
           been
           coming
           on
        
         
         
           By
           Hector
           sent
           to
           call
           him
           back
           agen
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           they
           from
           him
           were
           scarce
           a
           Spears
           cast
           ,
        
         
           He
           knew
           then
           they
           were
           
           Agamemnon's
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           frighted
           was
           ;
           and
           then
           his
           Feet
           mov'd
           fast
           .
        
         
           As
           two
           Hounds
           in
           a
           Wood
           obscure
           and
           dim
        
         
           Pursue
           a
           fearful
           Doe
           or
           Hare
           ,
           just
           so
        
         
           Tydides
           and
           Ulysses
           hunted
           him
        
         
           When
           back
           into
           the
           Herd
           he
           could
           not
           go
           .
        
         
           When
           Dolon
           to
           the
           Watch
           was
           very
           near
           ,
        
         
           Athena
           puts
           into
           Tydides
           head
           ,
        
         
           That
           some
           man
           else
           might
           at
           him
           throw
           a
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           be
           thereby
           before
           him
           honoured
           .
        
         
           To
           Dolon
           then
           Tydides
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Stay
           ,
           or
           my
           Spear
           shall
           make
           you
           stay
           .
           For
           long
        
         
           I
           am
           assur'd
           you
           cannot
           death
           avoid
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           spake
           the
           word
           his
           Spear
           he
           flung
           ;
        
         
           And
           miss'd
           on
           purpose
           ,
           but
           it
           lighted
           near
           .
        
         
           Dolon
           affrighted
           pale
           and
           trembling
           stands
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           his
           head
           chatter'd
           his
           Teeth
           with
           fear
           .
        
         
           Then
           in
           they
           came
           and
           seiz'd
           on
           both
           his
           hands
           .
        
         
           And
           Dolon
           weeping
           then
           for
           Quarter
           pray'd
           ,
        
         
           Great
           Ransome
           for
           me
           will
           my
           Father
           give
           ,
        
         
           For
           Gold
           he
           has
           enough
           ;
           and
           will
           ,
           he
           said
           ,
        
         
           Give
           any
           price
           ,
           when
           here
           he
           knows
           I
           live
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           him
           said
           Ulysses
           ,
           Do
           not
           fear
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           think
           of
           death
           .
           But
           see
           you
           tell
           me
           true
        
         
           Upon
           what
           weighty
           bus'ness
           you
           are
           here
           ,
        
         
           When
           others
           sleep
           ,
           and
           at
           a
           time
           undue
           .
        
         
           Meant
           you
           to
           rifle
           any
           of
           the
           dead
           ?
        
         
           Or
           were
           you
           sent
           by
           Hector
           as
           a
           Spy
           ,
        
         
           Or
           undertook
           the
           same
           of
           your
           own
           Head
           ?
        
         
           T'
           
             Ulysses
             Dolon
          
           then
           did
           thus
           reply
           .
        
         
           I
           was
           by
           
           Hector's
           promises
           set
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           should
           have
           had
           Achilles
           Chariot
        
         
           And
           Horses
           ,
           if
           I
           to
           the
           Fleet
           had
           gone
           ,
        
         
           And
           good
           intelligence
           to
           Hector
           brought
        
         
           Whether
           the
           Ships
           be
           guarded
           as
           before
           ,
        
         
           Or
           that
           the
           G●●eks
           now
           beaten
           mean
           to
           fly
           ,
        
         
           And
           weary
           of
           their
           labour
           watch
           no
           more
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           again
           Ulysses
           made
           reply
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           smiling
           said
           ,
           It
           was
           no
           small
           reward
        
         
           You
           aimed
           at
           .
           Achilles
           Horses
           say
           ye
           ?
        
         
           To
           rule
           them
           for
           a
           mortal
           man
           't
           is
           hard
           .
        
         
           The
           Goddess
           ●hetis
           Son
           they
           'll
           scarce
           obey
           .
        
         
           But
           tell
           me
           further
           ;
           When
           you
           came
           away
        
         
           Where
           you
           left
           Hector
           ,
           where
           his
           Horses
           are
           ,
        
         
           And
           where
           his
           Arms
           ,
           where
           other
           Trojans
           stay
        
         
           To
           sleep
           or
           watch
           ,
           and
           whether
           they
           prepare
        
         
           To
           go
           into
           the
           Town
           ,
           or
           mean
           t'
           abide
        
         
           Alwaies
           so
           near
           our
           Ships
           as
           they
           are
           now
           .
        
         
           T'
           
             Ulysses
             Dolon
          
           then
           again
           reply'd
           ,
        
         
           This
           also
           I
           will
           let
           you
           truly
           know
           .
        
         
           I
           Hector
           left
           at
           Ilus
           Sepulcher
        
         
           With
           other
           Lords
           in
           consultation
           ,
        
         
           The
           rest
           about
           the
           Bonfires
           waking
           were
           .
        
         
           But
           certain
           Watch
           appointed
           there
           was
           none
           .
        
         
           But
           those
           Confederates
           that
           came
           from
           far
        
         
           Slept
           at
           their
           ease
           all
           night
           and
           watched
           not
           .
        
         
           For
           that
           they
           trusted
           to
           the
           Trojans
           care
           ,
        
         
           Having
           no
           Wives
           nor
           Children
           with
           them
           brought
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           then
           examin'd
           him
           again
           ,
        
         
           How
           lye
           the
           Strangers
           ?
           Mixt
           with
           those
           of
           Troy
        
         
           Or
           by
           themselves
           ?
           Inform
           me
           and
           be
           plain
           .
        
         
           Nothing
           (
           said
           Dolon
           )
           but
           the
           truth
           I
           'll
           say
           .
        
         
           Paeons
           ,
           Pelasgians
           ,
           Caucons
           ,
           Leleges
           ,
        
         
           And
           Cars
           lye
           by
           the
           Sea-side
           on
           the
           Sands
           ,
        
         
           The
           rest
           near
           Thymbra
           quarter
           ,
           and
           are
           these
           ;
        
         
           The
           
             Maeons
             ,
             Mysia●s
             ,
             Lycians
             ,
             Phrygians
             .
          
        
         
           But
           there
           's
           no
           need
           to
           tell
           you
           ev'ry
           thing
           ;
        
         
           For
           if
           upon
           our
           Quarters
           you
           would
           fall
           ,
        
         
           There
           lye
           the
           Thracians
           new
           come
           ,
           and
           their
           King
        
         
           Rhesus
           by
           name
           ,
           and
           utmost
           lies
           of
           all
           .
        
         
           Such
           Horses
           yet
           I
           never
           did
           behold
           ,
        
         
           Swift
           as
           the
           Wind
           ,
           and
           than
           the
           Snow
           more
           white
           ,
        
         
           With
           Silver
           cover'd
           is
           his
           Charre
           ,
           and
           Gold
           ;
        
         
           Gold
           are
           his
           Arms
           and
           make
           a
           gallant
           sight
           ,
        
         
           And
           fitter
           for
           a
           God
           than
           man
           to
           wear
           .
        
         
           But
           try
           now
           whether
           I
           say
           true
           or
           no
           ,
        
         
           And
           send
           me
           to
           the
           Ships
           ,
           or
           bind
           me
           here
           .
        
         
           Then
           said
           Tydides
           with
           a
           frowning
           Brow
           ,
        
         
         
           Think
           not
           to
           scape
           though
           all
           you
           say
           be
           true
           .
        
         
           For
           if
           I
           let
           you
           loose
           ,
           for
           ought
           I
           know
        
         
           You
           may
           return
           agen
           to
           Fight
           or
           View
           ;
        
         
           But
           hurt
           us
           cannot
           if
           I
           kill
           you
           now
           .
        
         
           As
           Dolon
           then
           beginning
           was
           to
           pray
        
         
           Tydides
           sword
           lighted
           on
           's
           Neck
           so
           just
           ,
        
         
           That
           from
           his
           Shoulders
           fell
           his
           Head
           away
        
         
           As
           he
           was
           speaking
           ,
           and
           lay
           in
           the
           dust
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           him
           then
           they
           took
           his
           Cap
           of
           Cat
           ,
        
         
           His
           Spear
           and
           Wolfes-skin
           Coat
           ,
           and
           Bow
           unbent
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           his
           hands
           Ulysses
           took
           all
           that
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Minerva
           up
           his
           Prayer
           sent
           .
        
         
           Hail
           Pallas
           ,
           whom
           we
           pray'd
           to
           for
           success
        
         
           Before
           all
           other
           Gods
           ,
           receive
           these
           Gifts
           ,
        
         
           And
           us
           unto
           the
           Thracian
           Tents
           address
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Spoils
           of
           Dolon
           up
           he
           lifts
        
         
           And
           laies
           them
           in
           a
           Tree
           ;
           and
           for
           a
           mark
           ,
        
         
           They
           near
           the
           way
           laid
           store
           of
           Boughs
           and
           Reeds
        
         
           To
           find
           them
           coming
           back
           because
           't
           was
           dark
           .
        
         
           Then
           with
           Tydides
           onward
           he
           proceeds
           ,
        
         
           And
           ev'ry
           step
           on
           Arms
           or
           Blood
           they
           tread
           ,
        
         
           And
           soon
           amongst
           the
           Thracians
           they
           were
           ,
        
         
           That
           sleeping
           lay
           as
           if
           they
           had
           been
           dead
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           each
           one
           his
           Buckler
           and
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           Their
           Horses
           to
           the
           Charret-seats
           were
           ty'd
           .
        
         
           Thus
           in
           three
           Rows
           the
           Thracians
           were
           laid
           ,
        
         
           Rhesus
           i'
           th'
           midst
           ;
           which
           first
           Ulysses
           spy'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Tydides
           speaking
           softly
           said
           ,
        
         
           See
           there
           the
           Horses
           ,
           and
           see
           there
           the
           Man
        
         
           Rhesus
           ,
           of
           whom
           we
           were
           by
           Dolon
           told
           .
        
         
           Untie
           the
           Horses
           ;
           or
           kill
           all
           you
           can
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           upon
           the
           Horses
           will
           lay
           hold
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           then
           made
           by
           Minerva
           bold
        
         
           Amongst
           them
           killing
           went
           ,
           and
           never
           staid
        
         
           (
           Like
           Lion
           fierce
           in
           a
           neglected
           fold
           )
        
         
           Till
           he
           a
           dozen
           of
           them
           dead
           had
           laid
           .
        
         
           And
           whomsoever
           Diomedes
           slew
           ,
        
         
           Ulysses
           following
           took
           him
           by
           the
           Foot
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           place
           a
           little
           way
           him
           drew
           ,
        
         
           For
           fear
           the
           Steeds
           not
           yet
           accustom'd
           to
           't
        
         
         
           Should
           boggle
           ,
           tremble
           ,
           and
           refuse
           to
           pass
           .
        
         
           To
           Rhesus
           last
           of
           all
           went
           Diomed
           ,
        
         
           And
           kill'd
           him
           too
           .
           So
           he
           the
           thirteenth
           was
           .
        
         
           And
           panted
           as
           he
           slept
           ;
           for
           at
           his
           Head
        
         
           He
           dreamt
           Tydides
           all
           night
           standing
           was
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           to
           the
           Horses
           went
           ;
           And
           now
        
         
           Seiz'd
           ,
           and
           their
           Heads
           together
           tyed
           has
           .
        
         
           But
           for
           a
           Whip
           he
           made
           use
           of
           his
           Bow.
        
         
           And
           gotten
           forth
           whistled
           to
           Diomed
        
         
           To
           come
           away
           ,
           who
           gave
           no
           ear
           thereto
           ,
        
         
           But
           staying
           with
           himself
           considered
        
         
           What
           further
           hurt
           he
           might
           the
           Trojans
           do
           .
        
         
           To
           draw
           away
           the
           Charret
           by
           the
           Pole
           ,
        
         
           Wherein
           the
           Golden
           Arms
           of
           Rhesus
           lay
           ,
        
         
           Or
           thence
           upon
           his
           Shoulders
           bear
           the
           whole
           ;
        
         
           Or
           whether
           he
           more
           Thracians
           should
           destroy
           .
        
         
           While
           thus
           he
           studied
           Pallas
           by
           him
           stood
           .
        
         
           Contented
           be
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           with
           what
           is
           done
           .
        
         
           To
           go
           unto
           the
           Ships
           I
           think
           it
           good
           ,
        
         
           For
           fear
           you
           thither
           should
           be
           forc'd
           to
           run
           .
        
         
           Some
           other
           God
           awake
           the
           Trojans
           may
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           that
           Pallas
           to
           him
           spake
           he
           thought
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           Thracian
           Quarter
           came
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           one
           of
           the
           Horses
           backs
           he
           got
           ,
        
         
           And
           tow'rds
           the
           Ships
           at
           full
           speed
           then
           they
           ride
           ,
        
         
           Ulysses
           with
           his
           Bow
           still
           switching
           on
           .
        
         
           But
           Phoebus
           with
           
             Tydides
             Pallas
          
           spy'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           angerly
           call'd
           up
           Hippocoon
           .
        
         
           Who
           when
           he
           came
           and
           empty
           saw
           the
           ground
        
         
           Where
           th'horses
           stood
           ,
           &
           dy'd
           with
           blood
           the
           field
           ,
        
         
           And
           sprawling
           in
           their
           blood
           the
           Thracians
           found
           ,
        
         
           Ay
           me
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           they
           have
           my
           Unckle
           kill'd
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           then
           in
           haste
           and
           frighted
           rise
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           place
           in
           great
           disorder
           meer
           ,
        
         
           And
           gaze
           upon
           the
           mischief
           with
           their
           eyes
           ,
        
         
           But
           they
           that
           did
           it
           fled
           were
           to
           the
           Fleet.
        
         
           When
           flying
           they
           were
           at
           the
           Tree
           ,
           where
           lay
        
         
           The
           Spoils
           of
           Delon
           ,
           there
           a
           while
           they
           tarry
           ,
        
         
           Until
           Tydides
           fetch'd
           them
           had
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Ulysses
           given
           them
           to
           carry
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           mounted
           was
           upon
           his
           Horse
           agen
           .
        
         
           Agen
           Ulysses
           switch'd
           them
           tow'rds
           the
           Fleet
           ;
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           near
           it
           were
           ,
           Old
           Nestor
           then
        
         
           Who
           was
           the
           first
           that
           heard
           the
           Horses
           Feet
        
         
           Cry'd
           out
           ,
           The
           sound
           of
           Horses
           feet
           I
           hear
           ;
        
         
           I
           wish
           Ulysses
           't
           were
           and
           Diomed.
        
         
           But
           somewhat
           else
           and
           worse
           it
           is
           I
           fear
           ;
        
         
           So
           many
           sad
           mishaps
           run
           in
           my
           Head.
        
         
           He
           scarce
           had
           spoken
           this
           but
           they
           came
           in
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           alighted
           were
           and
           welcomed
        
         
           With
           Hands
           and
           Speeches
           of
           their
           Friends
           had
           been
           ,
        
         
           Then
           Nestor
           thus
           Ulysses
           questioned
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           ,
           Glory
           of
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Whence
           are
           these
           Horses
           beauteous
           as
           the
           Sun
           ?
        
         
           Won
           from
           the
           Trojans
           ?
           But
           that
           cannot
           be
           .
        
         
           For
           such
           amongst
           the
           Trojans
           I
           saw
           none
           ,
        
         
           Though
           I
           amongst
           them
           were
           in
           ev'ry
           fight
           .
        
         
           Or
           given
           by
           the
           Gods
           ?
           Which
           may
           be
           true
           .
        
         
           For
           both
           of
           you
           are
           gracious
           in
           their
           sight
           ,
        
         
           And
           Jove
           and
           Pallas
           have
           a
           care
           of
           you
           .
        
         
           O
           Noble
           Nestor
           ,
           said
           Ulysses
           then
           ,
        
         
           Gods
           can
           give
           better
           Horses
           if
           they
           please
           .
        
         
           For
           richer
           much
           are
           they
           than
           mortal
           men
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           from
           a
           King
           of
           Thrace
           took
           these
           ,
        
         
           Who
           was
           come
           newly
           to
           the
           Trojans
           aid
           ;
        
         
           And
           slain
           him
           has
           ,
           besides
           a
           dozen
           more
           ,
        
         
           And
           besides
           these
           a
           Spy
           that
           them
           betraid
           ,
        
         
           By
           Hector
           sent
           ,
           your
           purpose
           to
           explore
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Ulysses
           with
           much
           people
           went
        
         
           Triumphing
           ,
           and
           the
           milk
           white
           Horses
           drave
        
         
           Over
           the
           Trenches
           to
           Tydides
           Tent.
        
         
           There
           sets
           them
           up
           ,
           and
           Wheat
           unto
           them
           gave
           ;
        
         
           But
           
           Dolon's
           Spoils
           astern
           his
           Ship
           he
           plac'd
           ,
        
         
           Preparing
           for
           
           Athena's
           Sacrifice
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           into
           the
           Sea
           they
           went
           and
           wash'd
        
         
           The
           sweat
           from
           off
           their
           Shoulders
           ,
           Legs
           &
           Thighs
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           bath
           ,
           and
           '
           noint
           themselves
           with
           oyl
           ,
        
         
           That
           done
           ,
           they
           sit
           down
           to
           their
           meat
           and
           dine
           .
        
         
           And
           being
           thus
           refreshed
           from
           their
           toil
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Goddess
           Pallas
           offer
           Wine
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XI
           .
        
         
           AUrora
           rising
           from
           Tithonus
           bed
        
         
           Before
           both
           Gods
           and
           Men
           to
           hold
           her
           light
           ,
        
         
           Eris
           from
           Jove
           the
           Signal
           carried
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Argive
           Fleet
           of
           bloudy
           Fight
           .
        
         
           And
           down
           unto
           Ulysses
           Sh●p
           she
           went
        
         
           That
           was
           the
           middlemost
           and
           high'st
           of
           all
        
         
           That
           heard
           she
           might
           be
           to
           Achilles
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           Ajaxes
           ,
           that
           they
           might
           hear
           her
           call
           .
        
         
           At
           th'
           outsides
           of
           the
           Fleet
           they
           quarter'd
           were
           ;
        
         
           For
           they
           upon
           their
           Prowess
           most
           reli'd
           :
        
         
           Then
           Eris
           with
           her
           voice
           the
           Air
           did
           tear
           ,
        
         
           And
           horribly
           to
           the
           Achaeans
           cri'd
           .
        
         
           Come
           quickly
           forth
           into
           the
           Field
           and
           fight
           ;
        
         
           Be
           bold
           Achaeans
           ;
           to
           the
           Battle
           come
           .
        
         
           Incourag'd
           thus
           the
           Greeks
           took
           more
           delight
        
         
           In
           staying
           at
           the
           War
           than
           going
           home
           .
        
         
           Fellows
           ,
           to
           Arms
           ,
           then
           Agamemnon
           cri'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           put
           on
           his
           Arms
           the
           first
           man
           was
           ;
        
         
           His
           Leg-pieces
           he
           down
           to
           th'
           Anckles
           ti'd
        
         
           With
           silver
           Buckles
           ,
           Leg-pieces
           of
           Brass
           ;
        
         
           And
           then
           puts
           on
           an
           Armour
           on
           his
           breast
           ,
        
         
           That
           had
           been
           given
           him
           by
           Cinyres
        
         
           (
           His
           antient
           acquaintance
           and
           his
           Guest
           )
        
         
           Whilst
           he
           preparing
           was
           to
           pass
           the
           Seas
           :
        
         
           For
           long
           before
           the
           Greeks
           for
           Troy
           set
           sail
           ,
        
         
           Their
           purpose
           was
           at
           Cyprus
           known
           by
           fame
           ,
        
         
           And
           thinking
           such
           a
           Gift
           might
           him
           avail
           ,
        
         
           In
           kindness
           t'
           Agamemnon
           sent
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           The
           colour
           was
           by
           Pales
           distinguished
           ,
        
         
           Ten
           Black
           ,
           twelve
           Gold
           ,
           and
           twenty
           were
           of
           Tin
           :
        
         
           And
           in
           it
           three
           black
           Serpents
           figured
        
         
           As
           if
           they
           creeping
           were
           unto
           his
           Chin.
        
         
         
           Their
           sides
           like
           Rainbows
           lookt
           which
           in
           the
           Sky
        
         
           Are
           shewn
           by
           Jove
           for
           men
           to
           wonder
           at
           .
        
         
           Then
           from
           his
           shoulder
           down
           upon
           his
           thigh
        
         
           He
           hung
           his
           Sword.
           Studded
           with
           Gold
           was
           that
           .
        
         
           Then
           took
           his
           Shield
           which
           finely
           varied
           was
           ;
        
         
           Bossed
           in
           twenty
           places
           with
           white
           Tin
           ;
        
         
           And
           round
           about
           them
           were
           ten
           Orbs
           of
           Brass
           ;
        
         
           And
           black
           the
           Circle
           was
           enclos'd
           within
           .
        
         
           There
           Gorgo
           painted
           was
           with
           killing
           Eyes
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           her
           standing
           Terror
           and
           Affright
           :
        
         
           His
           Belt
           of
           silver
           was
           ,
           and
           to
           the
           Skyes
        
         
           Returned
           back
           agen
           the
           glittering
           light
           .
        
         
           Wound
           up
           lay
           on
           it
           painted
           a
           great
           Snake
           ,
        
         
           Which
           had
           three
           heads
           ,
           and
           crowned
           was
           each
           one
           ,
        
         
           And
           last
           into
           his
           hand
           two
           Spears
           did
           take
           ,
        
         
           Having
           his
           Helmet
           on
           his
           head
           put
           on
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Agamemnon
           armed
           was
           .
           And
           then
        
         
           Juno
           and
           Pallas
           both
           rais'd
           such
           a
           sound
        
         
           (
           To
           honour
           him
           before
           the
           Greeks
           )
           as
           when
        
         
           A
           man
           that
           's
           slain
           falls
           suddenly
           to
           th'
           ground
           .
        
         
           Then
           every
           one
           unto
           his
           Chariotier
        
         
           Commandment
           gave
           upon
           the
           Ditch
           to
           stay
        
         
           And
           ready
           be
           .
           The
           foot
           all
           armed
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           forth
           into
           the
           Field
           were
           march'd
           away
           .
        
         
           But
           soon
           again
           the
           Horses
           with
           them
           stood
           .
        
         
           Then
           Jove
           amongst
           them
           Noise
           and
           Tumult
           sent
           ;
        
         
           And
           mingled
           was
           the
           Morning
           dew
           with
           Bloud
           ,
        
         
           For
           on
           that
           day
           much
           bloud
           was
           to
           be
           spent
           .
        
         
           Upon
           a
           rising
           ground
           now
           Hector
           was
           ,
        
         
           Aeneas
           with
           him
           ,
           and
           Polydamas
           ,
        
         
           And
           three
           Sons
           of
           
             Antenor
             ,
             Acamas
          
           ,
        
         
           
             Agenor
             ,
             Polybus
          
           ,
           and
           th'
           Army
           was
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           with
           a
           round
           Shield
           at
           their
           head
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Star
           does
           through
           the
           Clouds
           appear
           ,
        
         
           And
           presently
           again
           is
           covered
           ;
        
         
           Sometimes
           i'
           th'
           Front
           was
           ,
           sometimes
           in
           the
           Rear
        
         
           Giving
           command
           ;
           his
           Arms
           like
           Lightning
           show
           .
        
         
           As
           Mowers
           standing
           one
           Rank
           'gainst
           another
           ,
        
         
           A
           field
           of
           Barley
           or
           of
           Wheat
           to
           mow
           ;
        
         
           So
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           mow
           down
           one
           the
           other
           .
        
         
         
           On
           neither
           side
           thought
           any
           man
           of
           flight
           ,
        
         
           But
           like
           to
           Wolves
           on
           one
           another
           fly
        
         
           In
           number
           equal
           ;
           and
           gave
           great
           delight
        
         
           To
           Eris
           ,
           who
           (
           and
           no
           God
           else
           )
           was
           by
           .
        
         
           The
           other
           Gods
           stay'd
           on
           Olympus
           Hill
           ,
        
         
           Within
           whose
           folds
           they
           dwell
           ,
           and
           murmur'd
           at
        
         
           Their
           Father
           Jove
           for
           bearing
           such
           good
           will
        
         
           To
           Ilium
           .
           But
           he
           car'd
           not
           for
           that
           .
        
         
           And
           by
           himself
           he
           from
           them
           went
           ;
           and
           then
        
         
           Took
           pride
           to
           see
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           look
           on
           killing
           and
           on
           dying
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           their
           Arms
           to
           see
           the
           slashing
           light
           .
        
         
           Now
           all
           the
           while
           that
           mounting
           was
           the
           Sun
           ,
        
         
           The
           number
           slain
           on
           both
           sides
           was
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           the
           Woodman
           half
           his
           work
           had
           done
           ,
        
         
           And
           willingly
           unto
           his
           Dinner
           came
           ,
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           then
           brake
           the
           Trojan
           Ranks
           ,
           and
           on
        
         
           Fell
           Agamemnon
           ,
           and
           Bienor
           slew
           ,
        
         
           Both
           him
           and
           Ocles
           his
           Companion
        
         
           That
           drave
           the
           Horses
           which
           the
           Charret
           drew
           .
        
         
           He
           lighting
           and
           assailing
           him
           was
           slain
           ;
        
         
           And
           Ocles
           had
           no
           time
           his
           Spear
           to
           throw
           :
        
         
           For
           
           Agamemnon's
           Spear
           had
           pierc'd
           his
           brain
           ,
        
         
           Passing
           both
           through
           his
           Helmet
           and
           his
           Brow.
        
         
           These
           there
           he
           left
           stript
           both
           of
           Arms
           and
           Coat
           ,
        
         
           And
           Antiphus
           and
           Isus
           then
           drew
           near
           ,
        
         
           Both
           Priams
           Sons
           ,
           one
           legal
           ,
           th'
           other
           not
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           one
           Seat
           ,
           and
           Isus
           Charretier
           .
        
         
           Once
           by
           Achilles
           taken
           were
           these
           men
        
         
           As
           they
           were
           feed●ng
           Sheep
           in
           Ida
           hills
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           their
           Ransome
           were
           set
           free
           agen
           ;
        
         
           But
           both
           of
           them
           now
           Agamemnon
           kills
           .
        
         
           For
           Isus
           Breast
           he
           pierc'd
           through
           with
           his
           Spear
           ;
        
         
           The
           other
           with
           his
           sword
           he
           overthrew
           ,
        
         
           And
           seen
           him
           had
           when
           he
           was
           Prisoner
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           't
           was
           Antiphus
           (
           when
           stript
           )
           he
           knew
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Lion
           with
           his
           mighty
           Teeth
        
         
           Crusheth
           the
           tender
           issue
           of
           a
           Hinde
           ,
        
         
           Which
           the
           afrighted
           Dam
           stands
           by
           and
           seeth
           ,
        
         
           And
           grieveth
           ,
           but
           no
           remedy
           can
           finde
           ;
        
         
         
           And
           skipping
           in
           the
           Woods
           for
           shelter
           seeks
        
         
           To
           save
           her
           own
           life
           ;
           So
           the
           Trojans
           fled
        
         
           Pursu'd
           by
           Agamemnon
           and
           the
           Greeks
           ,
        
         
           And
           thought
           not
           on
           their
           fellows
           they
           left
           dead
           .
        
         
           T'
           Hyppolochus
           then
           comes
           he
           and
           Pisander
           ,
        
         
           Sons
           of
           Antimachus
           ,
           a
           person
           noted
        
         
           For
           having
           Gold
           receiv'd
           of
           Alexander
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           it
           in
           the
           Common-Councel
           voted
           .
        
         
           And
           these
           two
           Agamemnon
           took
           alive
           .
        
         
           For
           by
           mischance
           the
           reins
           slipt
           from
           their
           hands
           ;
        
         
           And
           then
           they
           saw
           it
           was
           in
           vain
           to
           strive
           ,
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           now
           before
           them
           stands
           .
        
         
           Then
           as
           they
           sat
           together
           on
           one
           Seat
           ,
        
         
           Save
           us
           (
           said
           they
           )
           Atrides
           ,
           let
           us
           live
           ,
        
         
           For
           we
           redeem'd
           shall
           be
           with
           Ransome
           great
           ,
        
         
           Our
           Father
           for
           us
           what
           you
           please
           will
           give
           .
        
         
           Are
           you
           Antimachus
           his
           Son
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           That
           gave
           advice
           to
           murther
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           Contrary
           to
           the
           Laws
           of
           honesty
           ,
        
         
           When
           of
           the
           Greeks
           Ambassador
           he
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           Ulysses
           sent
           into
           the
           Town
           ?
        
         
           You
           for
           your
           Father's
           evil
           deed
           must
           pay
           .
        
         
           Then
           from
           his
           Char
           Pisander
           he
           struck
           down
           ;
        
         
           With
           Breast
           pierc'd
           through
           upon
           his
           Back
           he
           lay
           .
        
         
           Hyppolochus
           was
           lighted
           and
           on
           foot
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           sword
           of
           Agamemnon
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Who
           cuts
           his
           Head
           off
           ,
           and
           his
           Hands
           to
           boot
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           upon
           the
           Trojans
           prest
           again
           .
        
         
           And
           great
           the
           slaughter
           was
           of
           them
           that
           fled
           ,
        
         
           And
           wonderful
           the
           Dust
           that
           raised
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           both
           the
           Field
           and
           Army
           covered
           ,
        
         
           Forc'd
           up
           by
           Troops
           of
           Horses
           shod
           with
           Brass
           .
        
         
           As
           Boughs
           fall
           in
           a
           Wood
           that
           's
           set
           on
           flame
           ,
        
         
           And
           shaken
           by
           the
           violence
           of
           wind
           ;
        
         
           So
           fast
           unto
           the
           ground
           the
           Trojans
           came
           ,
        
         
           When
           Agamemnon
           follow'd
           them
           behind
           .
        
         
           And
           many
           Horses
           made
           their
           Charrets
           rattle
           ,
        
         
           Which
           empty
           ran
           about
           when
           no
           man
           drives
           .
        
         
           For
           they
           that
           drave
           them
           faln
           were
           in
           the
           Battle
           ,
        
         
           A
           lovelier
           sight
           to
           Vulturs
           than
           their
           Wives
           .
        
         
         
           But
           Hector
           was
           by
           Jove
           set
           out
           of
           sight
        
         
           Of
           all
           this
           dust
           and
           slaughter
           and
           disorder
           :
        
         
           But
           Agamemnon
           still
           with
           all
           his
           might
        
         
           Pursuing
           killed
           ,
           and
           to
           kill
           gave
           order
           .
        
         
           Then
           they
           that
           were
           encampt
           at
           Ilus
           Tomb
        
         
           Retir'd
           in
           haste
           unto
           the
           Sycamore
           ,
        
         
           Half
           the
           Plain
           over
           towards
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           them
           Atrides
           coverd
           ore
        
         
           With
           Blood
           and
           Dust.
           But
           when
           the
           Trojans
           were
        
         
           Got
           back
           unto
           the
           Beech
           near
           Scaea
           gate
           ,
        
         
           A
           while
           they
           for
           their
           fellows
           stayed
           there
        
         
           Who
           swiftly
           ran
           fearing
           to
           come
           too
           late
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Lion
           falleth
           in
           the
           Night
        
         
           Upon
           a
           herd
           of
           Kine
           ,
           and
           one
           must
           die
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           rest
           are
           put
           into
           a
           fright
           ,
        
         
           So
           Agamemnon
           made
           the
           Trojans
           fly
           .
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           way
           he
           went
           the
           hindmost
           kill'd
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           their
           Chars
           some
           forward
           fell
           ,
           and
           some
        
         
           Upon
           their
           Backs
           ,
           and
           lay
           dead
           on
           the
           field
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           unto
           the
           Wall
           they
           near
           were
           come
           ,
        
         
           Then
           Jove
           came
           down
           to
           Ida
           from
           the
           Sky
        
         
           With
           Thunder
           in
           his
           hand
           ,
           and
           t'
           Iris
           laid
           ,
        
         
           Go
           Iris
           quickly
           ,
           and
           tell
           Hector
           I
        
         
           Command
           him
           Agamemnon
           to
           avoid
        
         
           As
           long
           as
           in
           the
           Front
           he
           raging
           is
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           Fight
           by
           others
           manag'd
           be
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           he
           Agamemnon
           wounded
           sees
        
         
           And
           leave
           the
           Field
           ,
           I
           'll
           give
           the
           Victory
        
         
           To
           him
           ,
           and
           he
           shall
           put
           them
           all
           to
           flight
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Fleet
           go
           killing
           all
           the
           way
           ,
        
         
           Until
           the
           Sun
           be
           set
           ,
           and
           dark
           the
           night
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           away
           she
           went
           without
           delay
           ;
        
         
           And
           down
           from
           Ida
           came
           to
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           And
           finding
           him
           upon
           his
           Char
           ,
           To
           you
        
         
           From
           Jove
           (
           said
           she
           )
           O
           Hector
           ,
           I
           am
           come
        
         
           To
           warn
           you
           Agamemnon
           to
           eschew
           ,
        
         
           As
           long
           as
           in
           the
           Front
           he
           raging
           is
           .
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           Fight
           by
           others
           manag'd
           be
           ;
        
         
           But
           when
           by
           Spear
           or
           Bow
           he
           wounded
           is
        
         
           And
           leaves
           the
           Field
           ,
           he
           'll
           give
           the
           Victory
        
         
         
           To
           you
           ,
           and
           you
           shall
           put
           them
           all
           to
           flight
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Fleet
           go
           killing
           all
           the
           way
           ,
        
         
           Until
           the
           Sun
           be
           set
           ,
           and
           dark
           the
           night
           .
        
         
           Having
           thus
           said
           ,
           she
           did
           no
           longer
           stay
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           armed
           leapt
           unto
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           two
           Spears
           well
           pointed
           in
           his
           hand
        
         
           Exhorting
           went
           about
           the
           Army
           round
           .
        
         
           Their
           Faces
           then
           the
           Trojans
           turn
           ,
           and
           stand
           .
        
         
           The
           first
           that
           did
           advance
           Atrides
           was
           .
        
         
           But
           tell
           me
           Muse
           ,
           Who
           first
           came
           in
           his
           way
           ?
        
         
           One
           of
           
           Antenor's
           Sons
           Iphidamas
           ,
        
         
           That
           was
           brought
           up
           in
           Thrace
           (
           though
           born
           at
           Troy
           )
        
         
           By
           Cisseus
           who
           his
           Mothers
           Father
           was
           ,
        
         
           From
           childhood
           till
           to
           mans
           estate
           he
           came
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           his
           Son
           in-Law
           .
           But
           then
           ,
           because
        
         
           The
           coming
           of
           the
           Greeks
           was
           known
           by
           Fame
           ,
        
         
           Was
           thence
           ,
           although
           but
           new
           espoused
           ,
           sent
        
         
           To
           th'
           aid
           of
           Priam
           and
           his
           Sons
           at
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           Percopa
           landing
           t'
           Ilium
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           was
           standing
           in
           Atrides
           way
           .
        
         
           First
           Agamemnon
           threw
           his
           Spear
           and
           mist.
        
         
           Iphidamas
           then
           at
           Atrides
           threw
           ,
        
         
           And
           hit
           his
           Belt
           which
           did
           the
           stroke
           resist
           ,
        
         
           For
           massy
           Silver
           was
           the
           Belt
           and
           true
           ,
        
         
           And
           bent
           the
           po●nt
           as
           if
           it
           had
           been
           Lead
           .
        
         
           Then
           Agamemnon
           with
           his
           Sword
           came
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           smote
           him
           on
           the
           Neck
           ,
           and
           laid
           him
           dead
           .
        
         
           Thus
           dy'd
           Iphidamas
           Antenor's
           Son.
        
         
           And
           much
           to
           be
           lamented
           was
           his
           case
           ,
        
         
           That
           far
           from
           his
           espoused
           Virgin
           Wife
        
         
           Without
           receiving
           from
           her
           any
           grace
        
         
           Should
           fighting
           for
           his
           Country
           lose
           his
           Life
           .
        
         
           He
           given
           for
           her
           had
           a
           thousand
           Kine
           ,
        
         
           And
           promis'd
           Sheep
           and
           Goats
           a
           thousand
           more
           .
        
         
           Now
           slain
           ,
           and
           stript
           was
           of
           his
           Armour
           fine
        
         
           By
           Agamemnon
           and
           triumphed
           ore
           .
        
         
           But
           Coon
           then
           ,
           
           Antenor's
           eldest
           Son
        
         
           Incensed
           by
           his
           Brothers
           death
           came
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           pierc'd
           Atrides
           Arm
           close
           by
           the
           Bone
        
         
           (
           Unseen
           )
           the
           Elbow
           and
           the
           Wrist
           between
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           cold
           was
           
           Agamemnon's
           heart
           with
           fear
           ,
        
         
           But
           gave
           not
           over
           .
           For
           as
           〈◊〉
           drew
        
         
           His
           Brother
           off
           ,
           He
           came
           on
           with
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           thrust
           ,
           beneath
           his
           Shield
           him
           slew
           ,
        
         
           And
           (
           on
           his
           Brother
           )
           then
           cuts
           off
           his
           head
           .
        
         
           Thus
           these
           two
           Brothers
           finished
           their
           Fate
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           still
           the
           slaughter
           followed
        
         
           With
           Spear
           ,
           and
           Sword
           ,
           and
           Stones
           of
           mighty
           weight
           ,
        
         
           Not
           giving
           over
           whilst
           the
           wound
           was
           warm
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           't
           was
           cleans'd
           ,
           and
           stayed
           was
           the
           Bloud
           ,
        
         
           So
           cruel
           then
           the
           pain
           was
           in
           his
           Arm
           ,
        
         
           That
           on
           the
           ground
           no
           longer
           stay
           he
           cou'd
           .
        
         
           Then
           mounted
           on
           his
           Chariot
           ,
           he
           said
           ,
        
         
           Drive
           to
           the
           Ships
           .
           For
           he
           was
           in
           great
           pain
           .
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           Princes
           then
           the
           charge
           he
           laid
           ,
        
         
           The
           Fight
           against
           the
           Trojans
           to
           maintain
           .
        
         
           My
           friends
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           't
           is
           your
           part
           now
           to
           stay
        
         
           The
           fury
           of
           the
           Trojans
           from
           our
           Ships
           ;
        
         
           Since
           Jove
           not
           suffers
           me
           to
           fight
           all
           day
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Chariotier
           his
           Horses
           whips
           .
        
         
           Which
           when
           they
           felt
           ,
           away
           they
           swift●y
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           stain'd
           with
           Sweat
           and
           Powder
           of
           the
           Plain
        
         
           Brought
           wounded
           Agamemnon
           to
           his
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           From
           off
           the
           Field
           bestrow'd
           with
           Bodies
           slain
           .
        
         
           Assoon
           as
           Hector
           saw
           Atrides
           gone
           ,
        
         
           Now
           
             Trojans
             ,
             Dardans
             ,
             Lycians
          
           (
           he
           cry'd
           )
        
         
           Now
           charge
           the
           Greeks
           with
           resolution
           ,
        
         
           For
           he
           is
           gone
           on
           whom
           they
           most
           rely'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           Jove
           assures
           me
           that
           the
           day
           is
           mine
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           like
           Hounds
           encourag'd
           by
           the
           Hunter
        
         
           Against
           a
           Lion
           or
           a
           tusked
           Swine
           ,
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           boldly
           marched
           to
           th'
           encounter
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           them
           fell
           with
           Hector
           at
           the
           head
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           a
           down-right
           Wind
           the
           Sea
           ,
           so
           he
        
         
           The
           Argive
           Ranks
           and
           Files
           disordered
           ,
        
         
           And
           them
           that
           fled
           pursued
           furiously
           .
        
         
           But
           tell
           me
           Muse
           ,
           whilst
           Hector
           Priam's
           Son
        
         
           By
           Jove
           assisted
           did
           the
           Greeks
           pursue
           ,
        
         
           And
           great
           renown
           amongst
           the
           Trojans
           won
           ,
        
         
           Who
           and
           how
           many
           were
           the
           men
           he
           slew
           .
        
         
         
           Assaeus
           first
           ,
           and
           then
           Autonous
           ,
        
         
           
             Oplites
             ,
             Dolops
          
           ,
           and
           Opheltius
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           Aesymnus
           ,
           and
           Agelaus
           ;
        
         
           Then
           Orus
           ,
           and
           the
           last
           Hipponous
           .
        
         
           All
           these
           were
           Princes
           in
           the
           Argive
           host
           .
        
         
           But
           look
           how
           many
           are
           the
           drops
           of
           Dew
           ,
        
         
           When
           into
           th'
           Air
           the
           Sea
           by
           Winds
           is
           tost
           ,
        
         
           So
           many
           private
           Soldiers
           Hector
           slew
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           incurable
           their
           loss
           had
           been
           ,
        
         
           And
           fled
           had
           to
           their
           Ships
           the
           Greeks
           dismai'd
           ,
        
         
           Had
           not
           Ulysses
           then
           the
           same
           foreseen
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Tydides
           not
           far
           from
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Tydides
           ,
           to
           what
           purpose
           stand
           we
           here
           ?
        
         
           Come
           hither
           man
           and
           stand
           close
           to
           my
           side
           .
        
         
           To
           let
           our
           Ships
           be
           lost
           great
           shame
           it
           were
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           to
           Ulysses
           then
           repli'd
           .
        
         
           Yes
           ,
           yes
           Ulysses
           I
           will
           with
           you
           bide
           ,
        
         
           Though
           we
           shall
           take
           but
           little
           pleasure
           here
           .
        
         
           For
           Jove
           I
           see
           inclineth
           to
           their
           side
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           at
           Thymbraeus
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Which
           lighting
           on
           his
           left
           Pap
           pierc'd
           him
           through
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           slew
           
             Molion
             Priams
          
           man
           ;
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Field
           unstript
           they
           left
           these
           two
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           into
           the
           Trojan
           throng
           they
           ran
           ,
        
         
           (
           Whilst
           th'
           other
           Greeks
           from
           Hector
           swiftly
           fly
           )
        
         
           Like
           two
           wilde
           Boars
           that
           turn
           upon
           the
           hounds
        
         
           That
           know
           they
           may
           upon
           their
           strength
           rely
           ,
        
         
           And
           scatter
           'mongst
           the
           Trojans
           death
           and
           wounds
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           two
           valiant
           Sons
           of
           Merops
           kill'd
        
         
           As
           they
           together
           on
           one
           Charriot
           sate
           .
        
         
           This
           Merops
           was
           in
           Prophecy
           well
           sk●ll'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           bad
           them
           stay
           ,
           and
           told
           them
           had
           their
           Fate
           .
        
         
           But
           the
           two
           forward
           Youths
           would
           not
           obey
           .
        
         
           But
           sed
           unto
           the
           War
           by
           Destiny
        
         
           Unluckily
           came
           in
           Tydides
           way
           ,
        
         
           Where
           by
           his
           hand
           their
           Fortune
           't
           was
           to
           die
           .
        
         
           Hippodama●
           was
           by
           Ulysses
           kill'd
        
         
           As
           also
           was
           ●ypirichus
           ;
           and
           now
        
         
           None
           knew
           who
           had
           the
           better
           in
           the
           Field
        
         
           But
           Jove
           ,
           who
           looked
           on
           from
           Ida
           Brow.
        
         
         
           And
           then
           Agastrophus
           King
           Paeons
           Son
        
         
           Was
           by
           Tydides
           wounded
           in
           the
           Thigh
           ,
        
         
           And
           would
           have
           fled
           ,
           but
           Horses
           he
           had
           none
           .
        
         
           His
           man
           that
           held
           them
           for
           him
           was
           not
           nigh
           .
        
         
           Yet
           fought
           he
           'mongst
           the
           formost
           till
           he
           di'd
           .
        
         
           This
           Hector
           saw
           ,
           and
           towards
           Diomed
        
         
           His
           Horses
           turn'd
           ,
           and
           to
           the
           Trojans
           cri'd
           ,
        
         
           Come
           follow
           me
           ,
           and
           they
           all
           followed
           .
        
         
           And
           Diomed
           assoon
           as
           he
           saw
           this
           ,
        
         
           Though
           chill
           with
           fear
           ,
           unto
           Ulysses
           said
           ,
        
         
           To
           us
           this
           plaguy
           Hector
           rolling
           is
           ;
        
         
           But
           stand
           ,
           and
           let
           him
           see
           w'
           are
           not
           afraid
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           straight
           at
           Hector
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Which
           hit
           his
           Helmet
           ,
           but
           glanc'd
           from
           the
           Brass
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           to
           his
           tender
           Skin
           came
           near
           .
        
         
           This
           Helmet
           giv'n
           him
           by
           Apollo
           was
           .
        
         
           But
           stun'd
           he
           was
           ,
           and
           resting
           on
           his
           knees
           ,
        
         
           He
           kept
           himself
           from
           falling
           with
           his
           hand
           .
        
         
           Dark
           are
           his
           eyes
           ,
           nothing
           at
           all
           he
           sees
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           a
           while
           unable
           is
           to
           stand
           .
        
         
           But
           whilst
           Tydides
           on
           the
           plain
           advanced
        
         
           To
           get
           into
           his
           hand
           agen
           the
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Which
           from
           the
           place
           he
           aim'd
           at
           far
           was
           glanced
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           was
           mounted
           ,
           and
           his
           Senses
           clear
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           then
           upon
           him
           lookt
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Thou
           Dog
           escapt
           an
           evil
           death
           thou
           hast
           ;
        
         
           And
           twice
           been
           saved
           by
           
           Apollo's
           aid
           .
        
         
           But
           sure
           I
           shall
           dispatch
           thee
           at
           the
           last
           :
        
         
           For
           of
           a
           God
           I
           also
           have
           the
           aid
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           to
           other
           Trojans
           I
           'll
           go
           on
        
         
           Such
           as
           shall
           come
           into
           my
           way
           .
           This
           said
           ,
        
         
           Away
           he
           went
           to
           strip
           King
           Paeons
           Son.
        
         
           And
           then
           as
           Diomed
           was
           taking
           from
        
         
           Agasrophus
           the
           Armour
           of
           his
           Breast
           ,
        
         
           Paris
           that
           leaning
           stood
           at
           Il●s
           Tomb
           ,
        
         
           To
           him
           an
           Arrow
           unperceiv'd
           addrest
           .
        
         
           Which
           hit
           him
           on
           the
           Foot
           above
           the
           Toes
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           ground
           clean
           thorough
           went
           the
           Shaft
           .
        
         
           Then
           openly
           into
           the
           Field
           he
           goes
           ,
        
         
           And
           coming
           nearer
           to
           him
           spake
           ,
           and
           laught
           .
        
         
         
           Y'
           are
           hit
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           Tydides
           .
           Wou'd
           it
           had
        
         
           Been
           on
           your
           Belly
           ,
           that
           you
           might
           have
           died
           ,
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           would
           of
           that
           be
           very
           glad
           ,
        
         
           That
           are
           so
           often
           by
           you
           terrified
           .
        
         
           Proud
           boasting
           Archer
           (
           said
           Tydides
           )
           know
        
         
           If
           in
           your
           Armour
           you
           before
           me
           stood
        
         
           To
           try
           your
           Valour
           and
           your
           Force
           ,
           your
           Bow
        
         
           And
           Arrows
           would
           not
           do
           you
           any
           good
           .
        
         
           You
           value
           such
           a
           Scratch
           as
           this
           too
           much
           .
        
         
           The
           Weapons
           of
           the
           strengthless
           blunted
           are
           :
        
         
           Mine
           is
           not
           so
           ;
           but
           whom
           it
           does
           but
           touch
           ,
        
         
           His
           Wife
           lamenting
           tears
           her
           Cheeks
           and
           Hair
           :
        
         
           His
           Children
           Orphans
           are
           ;
           and
           red
           the
           ground
        
         
           Whereon
           he
           rotting
           lies
           ;
           and
           Vulters
           more
        
         
           Than
           Women
           standing
           by
           him
           will
           be
           found
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           then
           that
           neer
           h●m
           was
           before
        
         
           Stept
           in
           ▪
           and
           stood
           betwixt
           him
           and
           his
           Foes
        
         
           Whilst
           from
           his
           Foot
           the
           Arrow
           he
           pull'd
           out
           .
        
         
           〈◊〉
           to
           his
           Charret
           up
           Tydides
           goes
           ,
        
         
           And
           lest
           the
           Field
           where
           he
           had
           nobly
           fought
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           Ulysses
           left
           was
           all
           alone
           ,
        
         
           For
           from
           him
           all
           the
           rest
           were
           fled
           for
           fear
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           unto
           himself
           he
           made
           his
           moan
           .
        
         
           Ay
           me
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           what
           now
           shall
           I
           do
           here
           ?
        
         
           Though
           many
           be
           the
           Foes
           ,
           't
           is
           ill
           to
           flie
        
         
           But
           yet
           since
           Jove
           saves
           all
           the
           rest
           by
           flight
           ,
        
         
           It
           would
           be
           worse
           if
           I
           alone
           should
           die
           .
        
         
           But
           why
           dispute
           I
           when
           I
           ought
           to
           fight
           ?
        
         
           None
           but
           a
           Coward
           from
           the
           Fight
           will
           run
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           that
           Honour
           loves
           will
           stand
           his
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           be
           content
           with
           what
           he
           cannot
           shun
           ,
        
         
           Whether
           it
           be
           to
           give
           or
           take
           a
           wound
           .
        
         
           While
           thus
           Ulysses
           argu'd
           in
           his
           minde
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           was
           near
           h●m
           ,
           and
           enclos'd
           him
           had
        
         
           With
           Ta●getiers
           before
           him
           and
           behinde
           ,
        
         
           Whereof
           they
           had
           no
           reason
           to
           be
           glad
           .
        
         
           At
           when
           the
           Hounds
           by
           Hunters
           are
           set
           on
        
         
           A
           wild
           Boar
           as
           he
           comes
           out
           from
           the
           Wood
           ,
        
         
           He
           whets
           his
           Teeth
           ,
           they
           from
           him
           will
           not
           run
           ;
        
         
           Even
           so
           Ulysses
           'mongst
           the
           Trojans
           stood
           ;
        
         
         
           Where
           by
           him
           slain
           first
           Deiopites
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           Thoon
           then
           and
           Eunomus
           he
           kill'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           after
           these
           he
           slew
           Chersidamas
        
         
           As
           from
           his
           Char
           he
           lighted
           in
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           Then
           leaving
           these
           ,
           slew
           Charops
           with
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Socus
           his
           Brother
           ,
           Hippasus
           his
           Son.
        
         
           Then
           Socus
           to
           him
           came
           ,
           and
           standing
           near
        
         
           Unto
           Ulysses
           with
           a
           Speech
           begun
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           much
           renown'd
           for
           Craft
           and
           Pain
           ,
        
         
           This
           day
           you
           either
           must
           the
           Honor
           wear
        
         
           Of
           having
           Hippasus
           his
           two
           Sons
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Or
           lose
           your
           own
           life
           wounded
           by
           my
           Spear
           .
        
         
           Then
           threw
           his
           Spear
           and
           pierc'd
           Ulysses
           Shield
           .
        
         
           His
           Breast
           plate
           ,
           and
           his
           Coat
           ,
           and
           toar
           his
           Skin
           .
        
         
           But
           Pallas
           him
           preserv'd
           from
           being
           kill'd
           ;
        
         
           For
           to
           the
           Vital
           parts
           it
           went
           not
           in
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           knew
           the
           wound
           not
           mortal
           was
           ;
        
         
           Made
           a
           step
           back
           ,
           and
           then
           to
           Socus
           said
           ,
        
         
           Fool
           that
           thou
           art
           ,
           that
           wou'dst
           not
           let
           me
           pass
        
         
           On
           other
           Trojans
           hast
           thy self
           destroy'd
           ,
        
         
           I
           do
           not
           think
           you
           shall
           this
           hour
           outlive
           ,
        
         
           But
           from
           my
           Spears
           sharp
           point
           receive
           your
           death
           ,
        
         
           And
           unto
           me
           more
           Reputation
           give
           ,
        
         
           And
           leave
           your
           Soul
           unto
           the
           Pow'rs
           beneath
           .
        
         
           Then
           Socus
           turn'd
           himself
           about
           to
           fly
           .
        
         
           But
           overtaken
           by
           Ulysses
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           That
           pierc'd
           him
           Back
           and
           Breast
           ,
           he
           fell
           down
           dead
           .
        
         
           Then
           scornfully
           Ulysses
           did
           him
           jear
           .
        
         
           O
           Socus
           ,
           gallant
           man
           at
           Arms
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           By
           death
           prevented
           is
           your
           Enterprize
           ;
        
         
           Your
           eyes
           shall
           not
           by
           Parents
           closed
           be
           ,
        
         
           But
           shall
           be
           pecked
           out
           by
           Crows
           and
           Pyes
           .
        
         
           Then
           from
           his
           Shield
           and
           Body
           he
           pull'd
           out
        
         
           The
           Spear
           which
           at
           him
           was
           by
           Socus
           thrown
           .
        
         
           The
           Bloud
           then
           from
           the
           Wound
           did
           freely
           spout
           .
        
         
           Which
           when
           the
           Trojans
           saw
           ,
           they
           straight
           came
           down
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           together
           tow'rds
           him
           went
           the
           Rabble
           ,
        
         
           Then
           he
           retir'd
           ,
           and
           as
           he
           going
           was
        
         
           Thrice
           called
           out
           as
           loud
           as
           he
           was
           able
        
         
           For
           help
           ;
           and
           thrice
           was
           heard
           by
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
         
           Who
           t'
           Ajax
           said
           ,
           Ulysses
           voice
           I
           hear
           ,
        
         
           And
           like
           the
           voice
           of
           one
           that
           is
           distrest
           .
        
         
           He
           hem'd
           in
           by
           the
           Trojans
           is
           I
           fear
           ,
        
         
           Come
           let
           us
           to
           him
           go
           ,
           and
           do
           our
           best
        
         
           To
           fetch
           him
           off
           .
           For
           valiant
           though
           he
           be
           ,
        
         
           I
           fear
           unless
           we
           aid
           him
           with
           great
           speed
           ,
        
         
           He
           by
           the
           Trojans
           will
           be
           slain
           ,
           and
           we
        
         
           Loose
           a
           good
           man
           ,
           of
           whom
           we
           oft
           have
           need
           .
        
         
           Then
           up
           they
           went
           ,
           and
           found
           him
           by
           the
           Foes
        
         
           Environ'd
           round
           .
           As
           when
           a
           Stag
           is
           shot
        
         
           By
           some
           young
           man
           ,
           he
           swiftly
           from
           him
           goes
        
         
           Whilst
           strong
           his
           knees
           are
           and
           his
           bloud
           is
           hot
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           he
           by
           the
           Arrow
           tamed
           is
           ,
        
         
           The
           Wolves
           feed
           on
           him
           in
           the
           gloomy
           Wood
           ;
        
         
           Then
           comes
           the
           Lion
           and
           the
           Prey
           is
           his
           .
        
         
           About
           Ulysses
           so
           the
           Trojans
           stood
           ,
        
         
           Till
           Ajax
           with
           a
           Target
           like
           a
           Tower
        
         
           Came
           to
           his
           aid
           ;
           then
           sev'ral
           ways
           they
           fled
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           now
           no
           longer
           in
           their
           Power
        
         
           Was
           from
           the
           Field
           by
           Menelaus
           led
           ,
        
         
           And
           mounted
           on
           his
           Chariot
           agen
           .
        
         
           But
           on
           went
           Ajax
           ,
           and
           slew
           Pandocus
        
         
           King
           Priams
           Son
           ,
           and
           wounded
           three
           good
           men
           ,
        
         
           
             Lisander
             ,
             Pylartes
          
           ,
           and
           Pyrasus
           .
        
         
           Then
           as
           a
           River
           coming
           to
           the
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           And
           swell'd
           by
           Jupiter
           with
           showr's
           of
           rain
        
         
           More
           than
           the
           Banks
           are
           able
           to
           contain
           ,
        
         
           Bears
           Oaks
           and
           Pines
           before
           it
           to
           the
           Main
           ;
        
         
           So
           Ajax
           charg'd
           the
           Trojan
           Troops
           .
           But
           this
        
         
           Hector
           knew
           nothing
           of
           .
           For
           far
           off
           now
        
         
           Upon
           Scamander
           Banks
           he
           fighting
           is
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           ground
           doth
           many
           an
           Argive
           throw
           .
        
         
           There
           was
           the
           noise
           ,
           there
           aged
           Nestor
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           Idomeneus
           ,
           with
           their
           Steeds
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           that
           the
           use
           well
           understood
        
         
           Of
           Spears
           and
           Horses
           ,
           there
           did
           mighty
           deeds
           .
        
         
           And
           yet
           the
           Greeks
           retir'd
           not
           ;
           nor
           had
           done
        
         
           If
           Paris
           had
           not
           with
           an
           Arrow
           smot
        
         
           Machaon
           on
           the
           shoulder
           to
           the
           Bone.
        
         
           Three-sorked
           was
           the
           Arrow
           which
           he
           shot
           .
        
         
         
           And
           mightily
           the
           Argives
           were
           afraid
        
         
           Since
           now
           the
           Foe
           prevail'd
           ,
           he
           would
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           To
           Nestor
           then
           Idomeneu●
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           Nestor
           to
           your
           Charret
           mount
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           Machaon
           make
           haste
           to
           the
           Ships
           .
        
         
           A
           Surgeon
           many
           other
           men
           is
           worth
           .
        
         
           For
           many
           other
           men
           alive
           he
           keeps
        
         
           By
           making
           Salves
           and
           drawing
           Weapons
           forth
           .
        
         
           Then
           Nestor
           mounteth
           and
           the
           Horses
           whips
           ,
        
         
           Which
           they
           no
           sooner
           feel
           than
           they
           are
           gone
           .
        
         
           And
           quickly
           brought
           unto
           the
           hollow
           Ships
        
         
           
             Machaon
             Aesculapius
          
           his
           Son.
        
         
           Mean
           while
           Cebriones
           the
           Charetier
        
         
           Of
           Hector
           saw
           the
           Trojans
           were
           distrest
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           said
           ,
           To
           what
           end
           stay
           we
           here
        
         
           Since
           yonder
           by
           the
           Greeks
           our
           Friends
           are
           prest
           ?
        
         
           'T
           is
           Ajax
           that
           disorders
           them
           ,
           I
           see
           ,
        
         
           I
           know
           him
           by
           the
           largeness
           of
           his
           Shield
           .
        
         
           Now
           where
           they
           fighting
           are
           most
           furiously
           ,
        
         
           Let
           us
           go
           down
           to
           that
           side
           of
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           clackt
           his
           Whip
           ,
           his
           Horses
           ran
        
         
           Unto
           the
           place
           where
           greatest
           was
           the
           Cry
           ,
        
         
           Ore
           many
           a
           Shield
           ,
           and
           over
           many
           a
           man
           ,
        
         
           That
           gasping
           on
           the
           bloudy
           Field
           did
           lye
           .
        
         
           The
           Horses
           Bellies
           and
           the
           Charret-wheels
        
         
           And
           Axletrees
           with
           bloud
           were
           cover'd
           ore
        
         
           Forc'd
           up
           in
           drops
           by
           the
           swift
           Horses
           heels
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           rushing
           in
           ,
           their
           Battles
           tore
           .
        
         
           But
           Hector
           still
           took
           heed
           of
           Ajax
           Spear
           .
        
         
           And
           sought
           in
           other
           places
           of
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           But
           Ajax
           struck
           by
           Jupiter
           with
           Fear
        
         
           Amazed
           ,
           at
           his
           shoulder
           hung
           his
           Shield
           ;
        
         
           And
           staring
           on
           the
           Foe
           a
           while
           he
           stood
           ,
        
         
           Then
           turn'd
           and
           softly
           from
           them
           went
           away
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Lion
           coming
           from
           the
           Wood
        
         
           Down
           to
           a
           Pasture
           on
           a
           Cow
           to
           prey
           ,
        
         
           Is
           hu'd
           by
           Dogs
           and
           Pesants
           in
           the
           night
           ,
        
         
           And
           hungry
           sometimes
           goes
           and
           sometimes
           stands
           ,
        
         
           But
           cannot
           have
           his
           Will
           for
           all
           his
           might
           ,
        
         
           So
           many
           Spears
           are
           flying
           from
           their
           hands
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           flaming
           Brands
           which
           put
           him
           in
           a
           fright
        
         
           (
           Keen
           as
           he
           is
           )
           then
           sullenly
           he
           goes
        
         
           Back
           to
           the
           Wood
           and
           comes
           no
           more
           in
           sight
           ;
        
         
           So
           then
           retired
           Ajax
           from
           his
           Foes
           .
        
         
           Or
           as
           an
           Ass
           in
           spight
           of
           many
           Boes
        
         
           Is
           got
           into
           the
           Corn
           ,
           and
           there
           abides
        
         
           Though
           they
           upon
           him
           fall
           with
           Blows
           and
           Noise
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           Cudgels
           break
           upon
           his
           sides
        
         
           (
           For
           he
           the
           force
           of
           Boys
           but
           little
           feels
           )
        
         
           He
           hardly
           will
           be
           driven
           out
           though
           fill'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           and
           then
           kicks
           at
           them
           with
           his
           heels
           :
        
         
           So
           Ajax
           at
           the
           last
           went
           off
           the
           Field
        
         
           By
           Hector
           and
           the
           Trojans
           still
           pursu'd
        
         
           Upon
           his
           Shield
           received
           many
           a
           Spear
           ;
        
         
           Sometimes
           his
           Back
           sometimes
           his
           face
           he
           shew'd
           ,
        
         
           So
           that
           they
           could
           not
           to
           the
           Ships
           come
           near
           .
        
         
           Thus
           he
           between
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           stands
        
         
           While
           Spears
           abundance
           at
           him
           hurled
           were
           ;
        
         
           Some
           in
           his
           Shield
           stuck
           driven
           by
           strong
           hands
           ,
        
         
           Some
           on
           the
           ground
           fell
           short
           and
           fixt
           were
           there
           .
        
         
           But
           then
           Eurypylus
           Euaemon's
           Son
        
         
           That
           saw
           him
           thus
           opprest
           came
           to
           his
           side
           ,
        
         
           And
           wounded
           with
           his
           Spear
           Apisaon
        
         
           The
           Liver
           through
           ;
           and
           on
           the
           place
           he
           dy'd
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           he
           stript
           him
           lying
           on
           the
           ground
        
         
           Was
           shot
           by
           Alexander
           in
           the
           Thigh
           ,
        
         
           And
           broken
           was
           the
           Arrow
           in
           the
           wound
           ,
        
         
           And
           much
           increased
           was
           his
           pain
           thereby
           .
        
         
           Then
           went
           Eurypylus
           into
           the
           croud
           ,
        
         
           And
           cry'd
           out
           to
           the
           Princes
           of
           the
           Host
           ,
        
         
           Turn
           and
           save
           noble
           Ajax
           from
           this
           cloud
        
         
           Of
           Trojan
           Spears
           ,
           or
           else
           he
           will
           be
           lost
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           best
           Commanders
           to
           him
           go
        
         
           with
           Spears
           advanc'd
           ,
           and
           Bucklers
           turn'd
           before
           ,
        
         
           And
           place
           themselves
           between
           him
           and
           the
           Fo.
        
         
           And
           then
           again
           the
           Fight
           was
           very
           sore
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           Achilles
           as
           he
           sitting
           was
        
         
           On
           high
           astern
           his
           Ship
           to
           see
           them
           fight
        
         
           Perceived
           Nestor
           and
           Machaon
           pass
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Patroclus
           call'd
           with
           all
           his
           might
           ,
        
         
         
           Come
           hither
           friend
           .
           Patroclus
           heard
           him
           call
           ,
        
         
           For
           he
           was
           sitting
           in
           Achilles
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           (
           which
           was
           the
           beginning
           of
           his
           fall
           )
        
         
           Immediately
           rose
           up
           and
           to
           him
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           said
           ,
           Achilles
           what
           's
           your
           will
           with
           me
           ?
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           reply'd
           ,
           Patroclus
           now
        
         
           The
           Argives
           ,
           I
           believe
           ,
           will
           bend
           the
           knee
           .
        
         
           For
           their
           condition
           never
           was
           so
           low
           .
        
         
           But
           go
           to
           Nestor
           and
           informed
           be
        
         
           Who
           't
           is
           that
           he
           brought
           with
           him
           from
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           Machaon
           by
           his
           Back
           he
           seem'd
           to
           me
           ,
        
         
           But
           of
           his
           Face
           I
           could
           not
           have
           a
           sight
           ,
        
         
           So
           many
           Chars
           and
           Horses
           cross'd
           the
           way
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           unto
           the
           Ships
           Patroclus
           went
           ;
        
         
           But
           at
           the
           Ships
           arrived
           now
           were
           they
           ,
        
         
           Alighted
           and
           gone
           in
           to
           
           Nestor's
           Tent
           :
        
         
           The
           Horses
           by
           Eurymedon
           unty'd
        
         
           Were
           cooled
           by
           the
           Sea-side
           in
           the
           air
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           their
           sweat
           well
           cleansed
           were
           and
           dry'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           mean
           time
           Ecameda
           fair
        
         
           That
           was
           the
           Daughter
           of
           Arsinous
           ,
        
         
           And
           taken
           by
           Achilles
           was
           when
           he
        
         
           Conquer'd
           and
           sack'd
           the
           City
           Tenedus
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           Greeks
           to
           Nestor
           giv'n
           ;
           and
           she
        
         
           To
           Nestor
           and
           Machaon
           setteth
           up
        
         
           A
           Table
           with
           a
           Black
           Foot
           smooth
           and
           fine
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           it
           set
           a
           Basket
           ,
           and
           a
           Cup
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           each
           one
           before
           him
           set
           on
           Wine
           .
        
         
           The
           Cup
           with
           nails
           of
           Gold
           was
           studded
           ore
           ;
        
         
           Four
           ears
           it
           had
           ,
           and
           two
           Doves
           at
           each
           ear
           ,
        
         
           And
           those
           were
           Gold
           ,
           and
           at
           the
           foot
           two
           more
        
         
           In
           posture
           such
           as
           if
           they
           feeding
           were
           .
        
         
           Nestor
           to
           Troy
           had
           with
           him
           brought
           this
           Cup.
        
         
           Another
           scarce
           could
           lift
           it
           from
           the
           Table
        
         
           When
           fill'd
           with
           Wine
           ;
           Though
           he
           to
           take
           it
           up
           ,
        
         
           Old
           as
           he
           was
           ,
           and
           easily
           ,
           was
           able
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           same
           the
           Woman
           made
           the
           Drink
           ,
        
         
           With
           Goats-milk
           Cheese
           ,
           &
           white
           flour
           sprinkled
           ore
           ,
        
         
           And
           left
           it
           on
           the
           Board
           full
           to
           the
           brink
           .
        
         
           Then
           quenched
           they
           their
           thirst
           ,
           and
           drank
           no
           more
           ,
        
         
         
           But
           talking
           sat
           ,
           to
           put
           out
           of
           their
           thought
        
         
           Their
           ill
           success
           .
           Now
           at
           the
           door
           o'
           th'
           Tent
        
         
           Patroclus
           was
           ,
           and
           in
           by
           Nestor
           brought
           ,
        
         
           And
           pray'd
           to
           sit
           ,
           but
           he
           would
           not
           consent
           ,
        
         
           But
           said
           ,
           Achilles
           had
           me
           ask
           you
           who
        
         
           It
           is
           whom
           you
           brought
           with
           you
           from
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           already
           I
           can
           answer
           to
           .
        
         
           Machaon
           't
           is
           that
           sits
           there
           in
           my
           sight
           .
        
         
           What
           need
           then
           is
           there
           of
           my
           longer
           stay
           ?
        
         
           Return
           I
           will
           with
           all
           the
           speed
           I
           can
           ,
        
         
           For
           fear
           he
           should
           some
           blame
           upon
           me
           lay
        
         
           Though
           I
           deserve
           it
           not
           .
           You
           know
           the
           man.
        
         
           What
           makes
           Achilles
           (
           aged
           Nestor
           said
           )
        
         
           Of
           th'
           Argive
           wounded
           men
           to
           take
           such
           care
           ?
        
         
           He
           knows
           not
           how
           the
           Army
           is
           dismaid
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           yet
           how
           many
           of
           them
           wounded
           are
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           wounded
           is
           and
           Diomed
           ,
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           ,
           and
           Eurypylus
           ,
        
         
           And
           this
           man
           whom
           I
           with
           me
           hither
           led
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           pity
           has
           on
           none
           of
           us
           ;
        
         
           Although
           our
           safety
           now
           lye
           in
           his
           hands
           .
        
         
           Intends
           he
           to
           sit
           still
           till
           Hector
           burn
        
         
           In
           spight
           of
           us
           our
           Ships
           upon
           the
           Sands
           ,
        
         
           And
           ev'ry
           one
           of
           us
           kill
           in
           his
           turn
           ?
        
         
           For
           now
           my
           strength
           decayed
           is
           with
           age
           .
        
         
           O
           that
           I
           were
           as
           strong
           as
           I
           was
           then
        
         
           When
           War
           'twixt
           us
           and
           th'
           Elians
           did
           rage
           ,
        
         
           And
           we
           our
           Cattle
           fetcht
           from
           them
           agen
           ,
        
         
           And
           slew
           Itymoneus
           that
           took
           our
           Kine
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           then
           went
           his
           Cattle
           to
           distrain
           ,
        
         
           And
           take
           amends
           for
           those
           he
           took
           of
           mine
           .
        
         
           There
           he
           defending
           them
           by
           me
           was
           slain
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           his
           people
           from
           him
           ran
           away
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           we
           took
           of
           fifty
           Herds
           of
           Kine
        
         
           And
           of
           as
           many
           Herds
           of
           Goats
           a
           prey
           ,
        
         
           As
           many
           Flocks
           ,
           as
           many
           Herds
           of
           Swine
           ,
        
         
           And
           Horses
           three
           times
           fifty
           ,
           females
           all
        
         
           Of
           colour
           sandy
           mixt
           with
           sparks
           of
           light
           ;
        
         
           And
           most
           of
           them
           had
           Foals
           ,
           and
           to
           the
           Wall
        
         
           Of
           Pyle
           I
           brought
           this
           booty
           all
           by
           night
           .
        
         
         
           My
           Father
           Neleus
           joyful
           was
           to
           see
           't
           .
        
         
           For
           yet
           he
           thought
           I
           was
           for
           War
           too
           young
           .
        
         
           Next
           morn
           the
           Criers
           make
           the
           people
           meet
           ,
        
         
           (
           All
           those
           to
           whom
           the
           Elians
           had
           done
           wrong
           )
        
         
           The
           Lords
           amongst
           them
           then
           divide
           the
           prey
           .
        
         
           Many
           there
           were
           that
           had
           been
           injured
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           their
           shares
           contented
           sent
           away
           ,
        
         
           Though
           Pylus
           were
           not
           well
           inhabited
           .
        
         
           For
           Hercules
           not
           many
           years
           before
        
         
           Had
           kill'd
           the
           best
           of
           them
           .
           And
           Neleus
           then
        
         
           Had
           twelve
           good
           Sons
           ,
           whereof
           he
           left
           no
           more
        
         
           Alive
           but
           me
           .
           This
           made
           th'
           Epeian
           men
        
         
           Despise
           our
           number
           small
           ,
           and
           do
           us
           wrong
           .
        
         
           And
           Neleus
           now
           unto
           himself
           did
           keep
        
         
           The
           best
           Herd
           of
           the
           Kine
           ,
           and
           from
           among
        
         
           The
           Flocks
           chose
           one
           that
           had
           three
           hundred
           sheep
           ,
        
         
           And
           justly
           ,
           since
           so
           great
           a
           loss
           had
           none
           .
        
         
           For
           he
           four
           Steeds
           unto
           the
           Games
           had
           sent
        
         
           Of
           value
           great
           ,
           which
           all
           had
           Prizes
           won
           .
        
         
           But
           by
           Augias
           his
           Commandement
           ,
        
         
           When
           for
           a
           Tripod
           they
           prepar'd
           to
           run
           ,
        
         
           Together
           with
           the
           Charrs
           were
           there
           detain'd
           .
        
         
           The
           Charretiers
           related
           what
           was
           done
           .
        
         
           And
           Neleus
           then
           the
           best
           o'
           th'
           Prey
           retain'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           ev'ry
           man
           had
           of
           the
           rest
           his
           share
           .
        
         
           This
           done
           ,
           unto
           the
           Gods
           we
           sacrifice
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           Elians
           for
           War
           prepare
           ,
        
         
           And
           two
           days
           after
           all
           together
           rise
           ,
        
         
           And
           forth
           o'
           th'
           Town
           went
           they
           both
           Foot
           and
           Horse
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           them
           Molions
           two
           Sons
           ,
           not
           yet
        
         
           Arrived
           at
           the
           age
           of
           Martial
           Force
           ,
        
         
           And
           round
           about
           the
           Town
           Colone
           sir.
        
         
           Colone
           is
           a
           Frontier
           town
           between
        
         
           Elis
           and
           Pyle
           upon
           Alphaeus
           side
           ;
        
         
           Passing
           the
           Plain
           they
           were
           by
           Pallas
           seen
           .
        
         
           And
           she
           aloud
           unto
           the
           Pylians
           cri'd
           ,
        
         
           To
           Arms
           you
           men
           of
           Pyle
           .
           Then
           in
           the
           night
        
         
           We
           put
           on
           Arms
           ,
           and
           to
           the
           Field
           we
           hi'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           chearfully
           went
           ev'ry
           one
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           My
           Horses
           only
           were
           convey'd
           aside
           .
        
         
         
           For
           Neleus
           thought
           I
           was
           in
           War
           unskill'd
           :
        
         
           But
           I
           at
           home
           could
           not
           be
           made
           t'
           abide
           ,
        
         
           But
           with
           the
           rest
           on
           foot
           went
           to
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           For
           on
           the
           Goddess
           Pallas
           I
           rely'd
           .
        
         
           Near
           to
           Arene
           falls
           into
           the
           Main
        
         
           A
           little
           Brook.
           All
           night
           by
           that
           we
           lay
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           Morn
           betime
           we
           march'd
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Alphaeus
           came
           in
           half
           a
           day
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           to
           Jove
           his
           sacred
           Rites
           we
           paid
           .
        
         
           To
           Neptune
           and
           Alphaeus
           each
           a
           Bull
           ;
        
         
           An
           Heifer
           to
           the
           heav'nly
           martial
           Maid
        
         
           We
           gave
           ;
           and
           when
           the
           Bands
           of
           Foot
           were
           full
           ,
        
         
           Then
           supt
           we
           in
           our
           Ranks
           ,
           and
           armed
           slept
           .
        
         
           Th'
           Epeians
           still
           the
           Town
           besieging
           lay
           ;
        
         
           But
           seeing
           the
           War
           was
           now
           so
           near
           them
           crept
           ,
        
         
           They
           rose
           ;
           then
           presently
           began
           the
           Fray.
        
         
           And
           there
           the
           first
           man
           that
           was
           slain
           I
           slew
           ,
        
         
           Which
           Molius
           was
           Augias
           Son
           in-Law
           .
        
         
           He
           wedded
           Acameda
           had
           who
           knew
        
         
           As
           many
           Med'cines
           as
           the
           world
           ere
           saw
           .
        
         
           Him
           first
           I
           slew
           ,
           and
           to
           his
           Charret
           mounted
           .
        
         
           Then
           fled
           th'
           Epeians
           scatter'd
           here
           and
           there
           :
        
         
           For
           he
           the
           best
           amongst
           them
           was
           accounted
           .
        
         
           And
           us
           they
           fled
           I
           follow'd
           with
           my
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           fifty
           Charrets
           took
           ,
           and
           at
           each
           one
        
         
           Two
           men
           I
           kill'd
           ;
           for
           like
           a
           Storm
           I
           went
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           had
           I
           left
           to
           Molius
           any
           Son
           ,
        
         
           If
           Neptune
           had
           not
           hindred
           my
           intent
           ,
        
         
           That
           took
           them
           up
           and
           sav'd
           them
           in
           a
           Cloud
           .
        
         
           Great
           honour
           won
           the
           Pyleans
           that
           day
           ;
        
         
           For
           on
           the
           Plains
           we
           chac'd
           th'
           Epeians
           proud
           ,
        
         
           Killing
           and
           gath'ring
           Armour
           all
           the
           way
        
         
           Until
           we
           came
           unto
           Buprasium
           ,
        
         
           Alesium
           ,
           and
           
             Rock
             Olere
          
           ;
           and
           there
        
         
           Advis'd
           we
           were
           by
           Pallas
           to
           go
           home
           .
        
         
           To
           Pylus
           then
           we
           went
           and
           welcome
           were
           .
        
         
           And
           thanks
           were
           given
           to
           the
           Gods
           ,
           but
           most
        
         
           To
           Jupiter
           the
           greatest
           God.
           And
           then
        
         
           In
           general
           were
           thanked
           all
           the
           Host
           ,
        
         
           And
           Nestor
           namely
           above
           other
           men
           .
        
         
         
           Thus
           I
           behav'd
           my self
           amongst
           the
           Greeks
           ,
        
         
           Whereas
           Achilles
           sitting
           in
           his
           Tent
        
         
           Neglecting
           us
           his
           own
           contentment
           seeks
           ;
        
         
           Though
           if
           our
           Fleet
           be
           lost
           he
           will
           repent
           .
        
         
           But
           ,
           O
           Patroclus
           ,
           the
           advice
           was
           good
        
         
           Menoetius
           your
           Father
           gave
           you
           then
        
         
           When
           I
           at
           Phthia
           was
           and
           by
           him
           stood
           ,
        
         
           By
           Agamemnon
           sent
           to
           levy
           men
           .
        
         
           To
           Peleus
           house
           Ulysses
           came
           and
           I
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           we
           found
           Menoetius
           and
           you
           .
        
         
           And
           you
           upon
           Achilles
           waited
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           And
           Peleus
           to
           the
           Gods
           sat
           Cattle
           slew
        
         
           I'
           th'
           Court
           o'
           th'
           grass
           (
           a
           Gold
           Cup
           in
           his
           hand
           )
        
         
           And
           pour'd
           Wine
           on
           the
           burning
           Sacrifice
           .
        
         
           And
           you
           then
           saw
           us
           in
           the
           Gate-house
           stand
           ,
        
         
           Though
           busie
           you
           were
           then
           to
           burn
           the
           Thighs
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           to
           us
           came
           and
           led
           us
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           us
           sup
           ,
           and
           Supper
           being
           done
           ,
        
         
           To
           tell
           our
           bus'ness
           then
           did
           I
           begin
           ,
        
         
           Which
           was
           to
           bring
           with
           us
           to
           Troy
           his
           Son.
        
         
           Both
           he
           and
           you
           desirous
           were
           to
           go
           ;
        
         
           And
           Peleus
           then
           unto
           Achilles
           said
           ,
        
         
           Strive
           still
           to
           be
           the
           best
           ,
           and
           let
           the
           Foe
        
         
           Be
           always
           of
           your
           Spear
           the
           most
           afraid
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           you
           spake
           your
           Father
           ,
           Son
           (
           said
           he
           )
        
         
           Achilles
           is
           a
           better
           man
           of
           War
        
         
           Than
           you
           ,
           and
           higher
           in
           Nobility
        
         
           Of
           Bloud
           ;
           but
           you
           in
           age
           before
           him
           are
           .
        
         
           Give
           him
           good
           counsel
           therefore
           and
           suggest
        
         
           What
           's
           for
           his
           good
           although
           he
           see
           it
           not
           :
        
         
           He
           will
           obey
           when
           for
           himself
           't
           is
           best
           ;
        
         
           Thus
           he
           advis'd
           you
           though
           you
           have
           forgot
           .
        
         
           But
           do
           it
           now
           .
           For
           't
           is
           not
           yet
           too
           late
           .
        
         
           Who
           knows
           but
           you
           may
           make
           him
           change
           his
           mind
           ?
        
         
           Or
           if
           he
           still
           continue
           obstinate
           ,
        
         
           Or
           in
           some
           Oracle
           a
           scruple
           find
           ,
        
         
           Or
           Thetis
           told
           him
           somewhat
           has
           from
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           let
           him
           send
           his
           Myrmidons
           with
           you
           ,
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           from
           the
           Navie
           to
           remove
           ,
        
         
           And
           give
           th'
           Achaeans
           time
           to
           breathe
           anew
           .
        
         
         
           But
           let
           him
           give
           you
           his
           own
           Arms.
           Then
           they
        
         
           (
           When
           like
           unto
           Achilles
           you
           appear
        
         
           Leading
           fresh
           Forces
           )
           fly
           will
           into
           Troy
        
         
           And
           rid
           th'
           Achaeans
           of
           their
           present
           fear
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Patroclus
           grieved
           went
           his
           way
           ,
        
         
           And
           tow'rds
           Achilles
           Tent
           ran
           back
           apace
        
         
           Passing
           by
           where
           Ulysses
           Vessels
           lay
           .
        
         
           There
           were
           the
           Altars
           ,
           there
           the
           Market-place
           ,
        
         
           There
           were
           the
           Courts
           of
           Justice
           .
           There
           he
           met
        
         
           Eurypylus
           with
           th'Arrow
           in
           his
           wound
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           head
           and
           shoulders
           dropt
           the
           sweat
           ,
        
         
           And
           bled
           apace
           ,
           but
           still
           his
           Sense
           was
           sound
           .
        
         
           Then
           pitying
           h●m
           Patroclus
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Ah
           poor
           Commanders
           of
           the
           Achaean
           Hoast
           ,
        
         
           Must
           we
           be
           all
           so
           far
           from
           home
           destroy'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           lye
           for
           Dogs-meat
           on
           the
           Trojan
           Coast
           ?
        
         
           But
           say
           Eurypylus
           ,
           is
           there
           no
           way
        
         
           To
           keep
           off
           Hector
           ,
           but
           must
           perish
           all
           ?
        
         
           Nothing
           I
           know
           (
           said
           he
           )
           can
           Hector
           stay
           ,
        
         
           But
           in
           our
           flaming
           Ships
           we
           all
           must
           fall
           .
        
         
           For
           all
           the
           best
           of
           us
           here
           wounded
           lie
           ,
        
         
           And
           still
           the
           Trojan
           power
           grows
           more
           and
           more
           .
        
         
           But
           ,
           O
           Patroclus
           ,
           cut
           out
           of
           my
           Thigh
        
         
           This
           Arrow
           head
           .
           For
           it
           torments
           me
           sore
           ;
        
         
           And
           with
           warm
           water
           wash
           away
           the
           blood
           ,
        
         
           And
           Salves
           apply
           ,
           the
           same
           that
           Chiron
           knew
           ,
        
         
           (
           The
           best
           of
           Centaurs
           )
           to
           be
           very
           good
           ,
        
         
           And
           taught
           Achilles
           ,
           and
           Achilles
           you
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           two
           Surgeons
           in
           the
           Army
           ,
           one
        
         
           As
           much
           need
           of
           a
           Surgeon
           hath
           as
           I
           ,
        
         
           And
           Podaliriu●
           to
           the
           fight
           is
           gone
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           to
           him
           then
           made
           this
           reply
           .
        
         
           How
           can
           this
           now
           be
           done
           ,
           Eurypylus
           ,
        
         
           Since
           to
           Achilles
           I
           must
           go
           with
           speed
        
         
           With
           Nestors
           Answer
           ?
           yet
           to
           leave
           you
           thus
        
         
           In
           torture
           ,
           were
           but
           an
           ungentle
           deed
           .
        
         
           Then
           in
           his
           〈◊〉
           he
           bea●s
           him
           to
           his
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           ,
           upon
           a
           many
           Cow-hides
           spread
        
         
           Laid
           him
           ,
           and
           with
           his
           Knife
           to
           work
           he
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           Thigh
           cuts
           out
           the
           Arrow-head
           .
        
         
         
           And
           in
           his
           hands
           he
           bruis'd
           a
           bitter
           Root
           ;
        
         
           And
           wash'd
           away
           the
           bloud
           ▪
           when
           that
           was
           done
           ,
        
         
           He
           cleans'd
           the
           Wound
           ,
           appli'd
           the
           Med'cine
           to
           't
           ,
        
         
           And
           streight
           the
           blood
           was
           stop'd
           ,
           the
           pain
           was
           gone
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XII
           .
        
         
           THus
           was
           Eurypylus
           of
           pain
           releas'd
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           fiercely
           fought
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           could
           the
           Argive
           Wall
           and
           Trench
           (
           unblest
           ,
        
         
           For
           on
           a
           Hecatomb
           they
           never
           thought
           )
        
         
           Though
           made
           their
           Ships
           and
           Booty
           to
           defend
           ,
        
         
           Keep
           Hector
           and
           the
           Trojans
           long
           time
           out
           .
        
         
           For
           very
           quickly
           cometh
           to
           an
           end
        
         
           Whatere
           without
           the
           Gods
           Men
           go
           about
           .
        
         
           I
           deed
           while
           Hector
           liv'd
           ;
           and
           angry
           lay
        
         
           Achilles
           at
           his
           Tent
           and
           would
           not
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           standing
           were
           the
           Walls
           and
           Town
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           The
           great
           Wall
           of
           the
           Argives
           stood
           upright
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           the
           bravest
           Trojans
           once
           were
           slain
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           Greeks
           ,
           and
           burnt
           was
           Ili●m
        
         
           That
           had
           almost
           ten
           years
           held
           out
           in
           vain
           ,
        
         
           And
           what
           remained
           of
           the
           Greeks
           gone
           home
           ,
        
         
           Then
           Neptune
           and
           Apollo
           both
           devise
        
         
           The
           Wall
           to
           ruine
           ,
           and
           the
           Rivers
           all
        
         
           That
           in
           this
           spacious
           Mountain
           Ida
           rise
        
         
           Upon
           this
           Argive
           mighty
           work
           make
           fall
           .
        
         
           Aresus
           ,
           Rhesus
           ,
           Heptaporius
           ,
        
         
           
             Aesepus
             ,
             Rhodius
             ,
             Scamander
          
           ,
           and
        
         
           Besides
           these
           six
           ,
           the
           River
           Granicus
           ,
        
         
           And
           Simoeis
           ,
           upon
           whose
           Banks
           of
           Sand
        
         
           Many
           a
           Shield
           and
           Helmet
           scatter'd
           lay
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           a
           Demi-God
           .
           These
           Rivers
           all
        
         
           Apollo
           turned
           from
           their
           wonted
           way
           ,
        
         
           Directing
           them
           unto
           the
           Argives
           Wall.
        
         
           N●ne
           days
           perpetually
           they
           thither
           run
           ,
        
         
           And
           Jove
           nine
           days
           together
           pour'd
           down
           rain
           ,
        
         
           To
           th'
           end
           the
           work
           might
           be
           the
           sooner
           done
           .
        
         
           And
           Neptune
           with
           his
           Trident
           from
           the
           Main
        
         
         
           Before
           them
           went
           and
           wrenched
           out
           the
           Stone
        
         
           And
           Timber
           which
           had
           there
           been
           laid
           with
           pain
        
         
           The
           deep'st
           of
           all
           for
           the
           Foundation
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           it
           to
           the
           Sea
           all
           smooth
           again
           .
        
         
           And
           strow'd
           again
           with
           sand
           the
           ample
           shore
           .
        
         
           And
           made
           the
           Brooks
           in
           their
           own
           Chanels
           run
        
         
           No
           otherwise
           than
           they
           were
           wont
           before
           .
        
         
           But
           this
           not
           yet
           ,
           but
           afterwards
           was
           done
           .
        
         
           For
           Hector
           had
           the
           Greeks
           with
           show'rs
           of
           Spears
        
         
           Constrain'd
           to
           quit
           their
           Walls
           and
           Tow'rs
           so
           high
        
         
           That
           rattled
           terribly
           about
           their
           Ears
           ,
        
         
           And
           back
           unto
           their
           hallow
           Ships
           to
           fly
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Lion
           or
           a
           Boar
           beset
        
         
           With
           Hounds
           ,
           and
           Hunters
           ,
           this
           and
           that
           way
           tries
        
         
           (
           Close
           as
           they
           stand
           )
           through
           them
           by
           strength
           to
           get
           ,
        
         
           And
           passing
           on
           their
           Spears
           prevails
           or
           dies
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           goes
           still
           makes
           them
           to
           give
           way
           ;
        
         
           So
           Hector
           'mongst
           his
           friends
           went
           here
           and
           there
        
         
           Exhorting
           them
           the
           Trenches
           to
           assay
           .
        
         
           The
           Horses
           when
           upon
           the
           Brink
           they
           were
        
         
           Boggl'd
           and
           whinny'd
           ,
           and
           refus'd
           to
           pass
           .
        
         
           For
           broad
           it
           was
           and
           not
           to
           be
           leap'd
           ore
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           descend
           into
           ,
           too
           deep
           it
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           each
           side
           bristled
           with
           stakes
           good
           store
        
         
           Fix'd
           by
           th'
           Achaeans
           to
           keep
           off
           the
           Foe
           ,
        
         
           So
           that
           for
           Horse
           and
           Charres
           there
           was
           no
           way
           .
        
         
           But
           very
           willing
           were
           the
           Foot
           to
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           only
           to
           receive
           command
           did
           stay
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           Hector
           said
           Polydamas
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           and
           you
           the
           Princes
           of
           our
           friends
           ,
        
         
           We
           strive
           in
           vain
           to
           make
           our
           Horses
           pass
        
         
           Ore
           such
           great
           stakes
           so
           sharp'ned
           at
           the
           ends
           ,
        
         
           Having
           above
           our
           heads
           the
           Enemy
           .
        
         
           Where
           (
           though
           we
           could
           get
           down
           )
           we
           cannot
           fight
        
         
           Though
           Jove
           unto
           our
           side
           inclined
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Greeks
           should
           bear
           as
           much
           despite
           ,
        
         
           As
           I
           ,
           that
           wish
           their
           Name
           were
           rooted
           out
           .
        
         
           Yet
           if
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           when
           we
           encumbred
           were
        
         
           For
           want
           of
           room
           ,
           should
           turn
           and
           face
           about
           ,
        
         
           And
           set
           upon
           us
           in
           the
           Ditch
           ,
           I
           fear
           ▪
        
         
         
           A
           man
           of
           us
           would
           not
           be
           lest
           alive
        
         
           To
           tell
           at
           Troy
           what
           is
           become
           of
           us
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           you
           mean
           to
           have
           the
           bus'ness
           thrive
           ,
        
         
           Then
           hear
           my
           Counsel
           ,
           Let
           us
           all
           do
           thus
           .
        
         
           Till
           of
           our
           Horse
           and
           Charrets
           we
           have
           need
        
         
           Let
           Servants
           hold
           them
           to
           the
           Trenches
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           And
           we
           on
           foot
           fight
           ;
           for
           if
           Jove
           indeed
        
         
           Intend
           us
           Victory
           the
           Greeks
           will
           fly
           .
        
         
           Thus
           he
           advis'd
           ;
           and
           Hector
           thought
           it
           best
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           Charret
           leapt
           unto
           the
           Sand
        
         
           Arm'd
           as
           he
           was
           ;
           and
           so
           did
           all
           the
           rest
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           their
           Charretiers
           they
           gave
           command
        
         
           All
           in
           their
           order
           near
           the
           Trench
           to
           stand
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           in
           five
           parts
           themselves
           divide
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           of
           the
           first
           took
           the
           Command
           .
        
         
           But
           with
           himself
           he
           joyned
           two
           beside
           ,
        
         
           Polydamas
           and
           stout
           Cebriones
           ,
        
         
           And
           left
           a
           meaner
           man
           to
           hold
           his
           Charre
           .
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           Trojan
           Hoast
           the
           best
           were
           these
           .
        
         
           O'
           th'
           second
           Party
           Paris
           had
           the
           care
        
         
           Joyn'd
           with
           Agenor
           and
           Alcathous
           .
        
         
           The
           third
           commanded
           was
           by
           Leaders
           three
           ,
        
         
           First
           Helenus
           ,
           and
           then
           Deiphobus
           ,
        
         
           The
           third
           was
           Asius
           .
           From
           Arisbe
           he
        
         
           With
           mighty
           Horses
           colour'd
           like
           to
           flame
        
         
           Bred
           on
           the
           bank
           of
           Sellis
           came
           to
           Troy.
        
         
           The
           fourth
           Command
           unto
           Aeneas
           came
           ;
        
         
           And
           he
           likewise
           two
           Seconds
           had
           ,
           and
           they
        
         
           Two
           Sons
           were
           of
           Antenor
           (
           both
           well
           skill'd
        
         
           In
           War
           )
           Archelochus
           and
           Acamas
           .
        
         
           Lastly
           ,
           Sarpedon
           led
           into
           the
           field
        
         
           The
           Trojan
           aids
           ;
           and
           he
           assisted
           was
        
         
           By
           valiant
           Glaucus
           and
           Asterapaus
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           the
           Lycians
           which
           he
           led
           thither
        
         
           The
           ablest
           and
           the
           best
           men
           he
           thought
           these
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           with
           Bucklers
           joyned
           close
           together
        
         
           Away
           they
           march
           directly
           to
           the
           Foe
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Combat
           had
           a
           great
           desire
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           (
           they
           thought
           )
           as
           fast
           as
           they
           could
           go
        
         
           Would
           presently
           unto
           their
           Ships
           retire
           ▪
        
         
         
           But
           Asius
           would
           not
           his
           Horses
           leave
        
         
           And
           Man
           ,
           without
           the
           Trench
           ,
           as
           others
           did
           .
        
         
           Fool
           as
           he
           was
           himself
           so
           to
           deceive
           .
        
         
           Upon
           his
           Charret
           tow'rds
           the
           Ships
           he
           rid
           .
        
         
           But
           never
           came
           Triumphant
           back
           again
        
         
           For
           all
           his
           flaming
           Horses
           and
           his
           Charre
           ,
        
         
           But
           by
           Idomeneus
           h●s
           Spear
           was
           slain
           .
        
         
           When
           Hector
           to
           the
           Ships
           had
           brought
           the
           War
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           had
           in
           their
           Wa●l
           a
           Gate
           whereat
        
         
           Their
           Horses
           to
           the
           Field
           were
           us'd
           to
           pass
           ,
        
         
           And
           Asius
           with
           his
           Charret
           drave
           to
           that
           .
        
         
           Which
           now
           left
           open
           by
           the
           Argives
           was
        
         
           Their
           people
           chas'd
           by
           Hector
           to
           let
           in
           .
        
         
           And
           all
           his
           Party
           with
           a
           mighty
           cry
        
         
           Marcht
           after
           him
           as
           if
           they
           sure
           had
           been
        
         
           The
           Argives
           to
           their
           hollow
           Ships
           would
           fly
           .
        
         
           But
           were
           deceiv'd
           .
           For
           at
           the
           Gate
           they
           found
        
         
           Two
           mighty
           men
           that
           like
           two
           great
           Oaks
           stood
        
         
           With
           deep
           and
           large
           Roots
           fixed
           in
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           That
           many
           Winds
           and
           Storms
           had
           long
           withstood
           .
        
         
           And
           Lapiths
           they
           were
           both
           ;
           Leontes
           one
           ,
        
         
           The
           other
           Polypoetes
           gotten
           by
        
         
           Pirithous
           .
           Both
           saw
           them
           coming
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           staying
           on
           their
           hands
           and
           strength
           rely
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           led
           by
           Asius
           came
           on
        
         
           With
           mighty
           noise
           ,
           
             Orestes
             ,
             Adamas
          
           ,
        
         
           (
           This
           Adamas
           of
           Asius
           was
           the
           Son
           )
        
         
           
             Thoon
             ,
             Iamenas
          
           ,
           and
           Oenomaus
           ,
        
         
           And
           ore
           their
           heads
           they
           held
           their
           Shields
           on
           high
           ,
        
         
           For
           fear
           of
           Stones
           and
           Spears
           from
           off
           the
           Wall.
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           within
           to
           one
           another
           cry
        
         
           To
           save
           the
           Ships
           ,
           the
           Tents
           ,
           Themselves
           and
           All.
        
         
           But
           when
           they
           saw
           the
           Trojans
           went
           about
        
         
           To
           scale
           the
           Wall
           they
           roar'd
           and
           frighted
           were
           ;
        
         
           But
           the
           two
           Lapiths
           presently
           leapt
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           furiously
           fell
           on
           the
           Trojans
           there
           .
        
         
           As
           if
           two
           Boars
           the
           Men
           and
           Hounds
           withstood
           ,
        
         
           You
           'd
           often
           hear
           the
           Boughs
           before
           them
           snap
        
         
           While
           with
           their
           bended
           necks
           they
           tear
           the
           Wood
           ;
        
         
           So
           thick
           they
           did
           the
           Trojan
           Armours
           rap
           .
        
         
         
           For
           valiantly
           they
           fought
           ,
           in
           part
           relying
        
         
           Upon
           their
           strength
           ,
           and
           partly
           on
           the
           Showrs
        
         
           Of
           mighty
           Stones
           perpetually
           flying
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Trojans
           from
           the
           Wall
           and
           Tow'rs
        
         
           As
           thick
           as
           to
           the
           ground
           fall
           flakes
           of
           Snow
        
         
           When
           by
           a
           cold
           wind
           stirred
           is
           the
           Cloud
           ,
        
         
           Their
           Weapons
           from
           their
           hands
           on
           both
           sides
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           Shields
           and
           Helmets
           crack
           apace
           and
           loud
           .
        
         
           But
           Asius
           at
           this
           vext
           to
           the
           heart
        
         
           Then
           spake
           to
           Jove
           ,
           and
           clapping
           of
           his
           thigh
           ,
        
         
           Ay
           me
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           Thou
           too
           a
           Lyer
           art
        
         
           That
           mad'st
           us
           to
           believe
           the
           Greeks
           would
           fly
           ;
        
         
           Who
           like
           so
           many
           motly
           Wasps
           or
           Bees
        
         
           That
           in
           the
           hollow
           way
           their
           Houses
           build
        
         
           And
           for
           their
           young
           resist
           their
           Enemies
           ,
        
         
           Till
           they
           repel
           them
           or
           themselves
           be
           kill'd
           ,
        
         
           Still
           sharply
           fight
           and
           will
           not
           quit
           the
           place
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Asius
           said
           ,
           but
           Jove
           unmoved
           sate
           ,
        
         
           And
           none
           that
           day
           but
           Hector
           meant
           to
           grace
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           at
           this
           ,
           they
           fought
           at
           ev'ry
           Gate
           .
        
         
           I
           cannot
           like
           a
           God
           relate
           it
           all
           ,
        
         
           The
           flaming
           Stones
           that
           from
           the
           Trojans
           flew
        
         
           With
           fire
           divine
           up
           to
           the
           Argive
           Wall
        
         
           On
           ev'ry
           side
           .
           How
           th'
           Argives
           no
           way
           knew
        
         
           To
           save
           themselves
           but
           for
           the
           Ships
           to
           fight
           ;
        
         
           And
           how
           the
           Gods
           that
           with
           the
           Greeks
           took
           part
        
         
           Sate
           discontent
           in
           Heav'n
           and
           full
           of
           spight
        
         
           To
           see
           Jove
           so
           severely
           make
           them
           smart
           .
        
         
           But
           for
           the
           fight
           without
           ,
           't
           was
           first
           begun
        
         
           By
           the
           bold
           Lapiths
           ,
           though
           but
           two
           they
           were
           .
        
         
           For
           
             Polypoetes
             Pirithous
          
           Son
        
         
           At
           Damasus
           threw
           first
           a
           heavie
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           his
           Helmets
           brazen
           cheeks
           it
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           the
           Bone
           into
           the
           Brain
           went
           on
           ;
        
         
           And
           when
           unto
           the
           Shades
           he
           him
           had
           sent
           ,
        
         
           He
           killed
           Orminus
           and
           Pyloon
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           a
           deadly
           Spear
           Leontes
           threw
           ,
        
         
           Which
           through
           the
           body
           pierc'd
           Hippolochus
           .
        
         
           And
           on
           Antiphates
           his
           Sword
           he
           drew
        
         
           And
           killed
           him
           ,
           and
           then
           Iamenus
           ,
        
         
         
           
             Orestes
             ,
             Menon
          
           ,
           one
           upon
           another
           .
        
         
           But
           whilst
           they
           stay'd
           to
           strip
           these
           and
           the
           rest
           ;
        
         
           
             Hector
             ,
             Polydamas
          
           ,
           and
           many
           other
        
         
           That
           of
           the
           Trojan
           Army
           were
           the
           best
           ,
        
         
           Were
           at
           the
           Trench
           ,
           and
           stood
           upon
           the
           brink
        
         
           The
           Wall
           to
           break
           ,
           and
           set
           the
           Ships
           on
           fire
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           they
           stood
           a
           little
           while
           to
           think
        
         
           There
           came
           a
           Bird
           not
           suting
           their
           desire
           .
        
         
           An
           Eagle
           in
           his
           Pounces
           held
           a
           Snake
           ,
        
         
           And
           over
           Hectors
           Soldiers
           carri'd
           it
        
         
           Alive
           ,
           but
           that
           could
           yet
           resistance
           make
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           and
           by
           the
           Snake
           the
           Eagle
           bit
           .
        
         
           The
           Eagle
           smarting
           cri'd
           and
           flew
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           'mongst
           the
           Trojans
           lets
           the
           Serpent
           fall
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           amazed
           they
           ,
           and
           gaping
           stay
        
         
           To
           see
           Joves
           Prodigy
           before
           them
           crall
           .
        
         
           O
           Hector
           ,
           said
           Polydamas
           ,
           though
           you
        
         
           In
           Courts
           and
           Councils
           cross
           whatere
           I
           say
           ,
        
         
           How
           good
           soere
           it
           for
           you
           be
           and
           true
           ,
        
         
           Unless
           in
           ev'ry
           thing
           I
           go
           your
           way
           ,
        
         
           (
           Which
           is
           not
           well
           done
           ,
           for
           your
           Counsel
           ought
        
         
           In
           Peace
           and
           War
           to
           have
           their
           Voices
           free
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           give
           advice
           against
           their
           thought
           ,
        
         
           But
           always
           for
           the
           publick
           good
           to
           be
           ;
           )
        
         
           Yet
           now
           I
           'll
           tell
           you
           ,
           if
           this
           Bird
           be
           sent
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Trojans
           as
           a
           Prodigy
           ,
        
         
           'T
           is
           not
           uneasie
           to
           foresee
           th'vent
           .
        
         
           For
           this
           I
           think
           the
           end
           of
           it
           will
           be
           :
        
         
           As
           th'
           Eagle
           in
           his
           Pounces
           bore
           the
           Snake
           ,
        
         
           But
           could
           not
           to
           her
           young
           ones
           bear
           it
           home
           ;
        
         
           So
           if
           the
           Trojans
           this
           attempt
           shall
           make
           ,
        
         
           They
           'll
           back
           unto
           the
           City
           smarting
           come
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           good
           Companions
           leave
           behinde
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           th'
           Argives
           to
           defend
           their
           Ships
           will
           kill
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           (
           I
           think
           )
           will
           any
           Augur
           finde
        
         
           That
           in
           's
           profession
           has
           any
           skill
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           sowrely
           looking
           thus
           repli'd
           .
        
         
           Polydamas
           ,
           this
           counsel
           I
           like
           not
           ;
        
         
           You
           have
           a
           better
           which
           you
           from
           me
           hide
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           indeed
           it
           be
           your
           very
           thought
           ,
        
         
         
           The
           Gods
           have
           sure
           depriv'd
           you
           of
           your
           Sense
           ,
        
         
           That
           bid
           me
           not
           on
           Jove
           to
           set
           my
           rest
           ,
        
         
           But
           feather'd
           Fowls
           ,
           that
           fly
           I
           care
           not
           whence
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           whither
           ,
           right
           or
           left
           ,
           or
           East
           or
           West
           .
        
         
           But
           we
           to
           Jove
           the
           greatest
           God
           will
           trust
           ,
        
         
           That
           all
           the
           other
           Gods
           excells
           in
           might
           .
        
         
           He
           one
           B●rd
           has
           ,
           that
           still
           observe
           we
           must
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           is
           ,
           For
           our
           Country
           well
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           But
           why
           are
           you
           so
           much
           afraid
           ?
           For
           though
        
         
           You
           ne're
           so
           many
           see
           before
           you
           slain
           ,
        
         
           You
           of
           your self
           will
           have
           a
           care
           I
           know
        
         
           And
           not
           adventure
           where
           you
           may
           abstain
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           you
           stay
           or
           counsel
           other
           men
        
         
           To
           stay
           behinde
           ,
           my
           Spear
           shall
           strike
           you
           dead
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           led
           them
           further
           on
           ;
           and
           then
        
         
           They
           all
           with
           mighty
           clamour
           followed
           .
        
         
           And
           Jove
           a
           mighty
           wind
           from
           Ida
           sent
           ,
        
         
           Which
           to
           the
           Ships
           directly
           blew
           the
           dust
           ,
        
         
           That
           to
           the
           Trojans
           gave
           encouragement
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Argives
           horror
           and
           distrust
           .
        
         
           Encourag'd
           thus
           unto
           the
           Wall
           they
           go
        
         
           And
           brake
           down
           Battlements
           ,
           and
           Posts
           pluckt
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           Piles
           that
           had
           been
           planted
           by
           the
           Foe
        
         
           With
           Leavers
           strong
           they
           wring
           up
           by
           the
           Root
           .
        
         
           Thus
           at
           the
           Wall
           the
           Trojans
           laboured
           ,
        
         
           And
           hope
           they
           had
           the
           same
           to
           overthrow
           .
        
         
           Before
           the
           Battlements
           the
           Argives
           spread
        
         
           Cow-hides
           ,
           and
           thence
           threw
           stones
           on
           them
           below
           .
        
         
           The
           Ajaxes
           then
           ran
           from
           Tow'r
           to
           Tow'r
        
         
           Endeavouring
           to
           give
           the
           Argives
           heart
           ,
        
         
           Some
           with
           sweet
           words
           ,
           and
           some
           of
           them
           with
           sowr
           ,
        
         
           According
           as
           they
           each
           one
           did
           his
           part
           .
        
         
           Fellows
           (
           said
           they
           )
           you
           that
           excel
           in
           War
           ,
        
         
           And
           you
           that
           great
           strength
           have
           ,
           and
           you
           that
           small
        
         
           (
           For
           well
           you
           know
           ,
           all
           men
           not
           equal
           are
           )
        
         
           Now
           play
           the
           men
           ,
           there
           's
           bus'ness
           for
           you
           all
           .
        
         
           Fear
           not
           the
           clamour
           of
           this
           threatning
           man
           ;
        
         
           Indure
           this
           brunt
           ,
           which
           if
           you
           overcome
           ,
        
         
           As
           (
           if
           Jove
           hinder
           not
           )
           I
           know
           you
           can
           ,
        
         
           We
           'll
           course
           him
           to
           the
           Gates
           of
           Ilium
           .
        
         
         
           Thus
           they
           encouraged
           the
           Greeks
           .
           And
           now
           ,
        
         
           As
           when
           great
           Jove
           to
           show
           his
           Armory
        
         
           Upon
           a
           Winters
           day
           sends
           down
           his
           Snow
           ,
        
         
           Innumerable
           are
           the
           flakes
           that
           fly
        
         
           And
           cover
           Hills
           and
           Woods
           and
           Pastures
           green
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           fruitful
           works
           of
           Husbandry
           ,
        
         
           And
           cover
           would
           (
           but
           that
           the
           Sea
           comes
           in
           )
        
         
           Both
           Ports
           and
           Shores
           ;
           for
           there
           Snow
           cannot
           lye
           .
        
         
           The
           Wall
           with
           Stones
           resounded
           round
           about
           .
        
         
           Yet
           Hector
           ne're
           had
           broken
           Wall
           nor
           Gate
        
         
           But
           by
           the
           Greeks
           had
           still
           been
           kept
           without
           ,
        
         
           Had
           not
           Jove
           sent
           (
           the
           Trojans
           t'animate
           )
        
         
           His
           Son
           Sarpedon
           .
           With
           his
           Shield
           of
           brass
        
         
           Lined
           with
           many
           folds
           of
           strong
           Cow-hide
           ,
        
         
           And
           which
           with
           golden
           Circles
           strength'ned
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           two
           Spears
           in
           his
           hand
           to
           th'
           Wall
           he
           hi'd
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           a
           Lion
           that
           had
           fasted
           long
        
         
           Comes
           from
           the
           Hill
           upon
           a
           flock
           of
           sheep
           ,
        
         
           Will
           try
           what
           he
           can
           do
           ,
           for
           all
           the
           throng
        
         
           Of
           Men
           and
           Dogs
           that
           them
           are
           set
           to
           keep
           ;
        
         
           So
           boldly
           goes
           Sarpedon
           to
           the
           Walls
        
         
           With
           mighty
           hand
           the
           Battlements
           to
           tear
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           going
           was
           to
           Glaucus
           calls
           .
        
         
           Glaucus
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           what
           cause
           think
           you
           is
           there
        
         
           That
           we
           in
           Lycia
           more
           honour'd
           are
        
         
           Than
           other
           men
           ,
           and
           lookt
           upon
           like
           Gods
           ,
        
         
           And
           higher
           set
           at
           Feasts
           ,
           and
           better
           Fare
           ,
        
         
           And
           drink
           best
           Wine
           ,
           and
           more
           Land
           have
           by
           odds
           ?
        
         
           Is
           't
           not
           because
           we
           foremost
           are
           in
           fight
           ?
        
         
           'T
           is
           not
           in
           va●n
           (
           they
           'll
           say
           )
           our
           Princes
           have
        
         
           More
           honour
           ,
           since
           they
           are
           of
           greater
           might
           ,
        
         
           And
           their
           lives
           venture
           other
           men
           to
           save
           .
        
         
           Glaucus
           ,
           if
           we
           could
           death
           eschew
           and
           age
        
         
           By
           running
           from
           the
           Battle
           cowardly
           ,
        
         
           D'
           ye
           think
           I
           foremost
           would
           my self
           engage
           ,
        
         
           Or
           ever
           counsel
           you
           to
           follow
           me
           ?
        
         
           You
           know
           the
           ways
           to
           death
           are
           infinite
           .
        
         
           Though
           we
           ne're
           fight
           we
           cannot
           always
           live
           .
        
         
           Therefore
           come
           on
           and
           let
           us
           bravely
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           either
           honour
           gain
           or
           honour
           give
           .
        
         
         
           So
           said
           
             Sarpedon
             .
             Glaucus
          
           him
           obey'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           tow'rds
           the
           Greeks
           well
           followed
           they
           went.
        
         
           Then
           Mnesteus
           was
           terribly
           afraid
           .
        
         
           For
           to
           assault
           his
           Tower
           he
           saw
           them
           bent
           .
        
         
           And
           lookt
           about
           what
           Heroes
           he
           could
           spy
        
         
           On
           other
           Towers
           unto
           his
           aid
           to
           call
           .
        
         
           He
           saw
           th'
           Ajaxes
           two
           ,
           and
           Teucer
           by
           ,
        
         
           But
           too
           far
           off
           to
           hear
           .
           For
           at
           the
           Wall
        
         
           Of
           Shields
           and
           Helmets
           so
           great
           Thumping
           was
        
         
           That
           't
           was
           impossible
           to
           hear
           him
           call
           .
        
         
           The
           Gates
           resounded
           no
           less
           than
           the
           Brass
           ;
        
         
           For
           fiercely
           they
           were
           fighting
           at
           'em
           all
           .
        
         
           Then
           Mnesteus
           to
           the
           Squire
           Thootes
           said
           ,
        
         
           Run
           quickly
           call
           the
           Ajaxes
           to
           me
           ,
        
         
           Both
           ,
           if
           they
           can
           be
           spar'd
           .
           I
           am
           afraid
        
         
           Against
           these
           men
           I
           shall
           not
           able
           be
        
         
           To
           keep
           my
           place
           .
           Keen
           Warriours
           they
           are
           ▪
        
         
           But
           if
           they
           be
           themselves
           distressed
           there
           ,
        
         
           Let
           Telamonius
           of
           this
           place
           take
           care
           ,
        
         
           And
           Teucer
           use
           his
           Bow
           and
           Arrows
           here
           .
        
         
           Thootes
           then
           unto
           th'
           Ajaxes
           ran
        
         
           Along
           the
           Argive
           Wall
           ,
           and
           to
           them
           said
           ,
        
         
           Mnesteus
           entreats
           both
           of
           you
           ,
           if
           you
           can
           ,
        
         
           To
           come
           unto
           his
           Tow'r
           and
           give
           him
           aid
           .
        
         
           Keen
           Warriours
           (
           he
           says
           )
           these
           Lycians
           are
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           you
           be
           your selves
           distressed
           here
        
         
           Let
           Telamonius
           of
           the
           place
           take
           care
           ,
        
         
           And
           Teucer
           use
           his
           Bow
           and
           Arrows
           there
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           great
           Ajax
           said
           unto
           the
           less
           ,
        
         
           Aeliades
           stay
           here
           a
           while
           ,
           till
           I
        
         
           Deliver
           Mnesteus
           from
           his
           distress
           .
        
         
           That
           done
           ,
           I
           shall
           be
           with
           you
           presently
           .
        
         
           Ajax
           and
           Teucer
           then
           together
           go
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Tow'r
           of
           Mnesteus
           with
           all
           speed
           ,
        
         
           Pandion
           with
           them
           carry'ng
           Teucers
           Bow
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           their
           coming
           found
           him
           in
           great
           need
           .
        
         
           The
           Lycians
           like
           a
           black
           and
           lowring
           Cloud
        
         
           Ascended
           to
           the
           Wall
           and
           fiercely
           fought
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           resist
           .
           The
           noise
           is
           mighty
           loud
           .
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           heavy
           Stone
           stood
           Ajax
           out
        
         
         
           That
           two
           men
           scarce
           could
           carry
           ,
           such
           as
           now
        
         
           The
           Earth
           brings
           forth
           ,
           and
           with
           the
           same
           he
           stroke
        
         
           Epicles
           on
           the
           Helmet
           such
           a
           blow
        
         
           As
           Head
           and
           Helmet
           both
           in
           pieces
           broke
           .
        
         
           Down
           like
           a
           Diver
           from
           the
           Wall
           fell
           he
        
         
           Headlong
           ,
           and
           dead
           upon
           the
           ground
           he
           lay
           .
        
         
           At
           
             Glaucus
             Teucer
          
           lets
           an
           Arrow
           flee
        
         
           Which
           through
           his
           Arm
           unarmed
           made
           its
           way
           .
        
         
           Glaucus
           no
           longer
           able
           now
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Leapt
           from
           the
           Wall
           unseen
           unto
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           For
           fear
           ,
           if
           of
           his
           hurt
           they
           had
           a
           sight
           ,
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           would
           make
           a
           Triumph
           of
           his
           wound
           .
        
         
           Griev'd
           was
           Sarpedon
           to
           see
           Glaucus
           gone
           ,
        
         
           But
           not
           so
           grieved
           but
           that
           still
           he
           fought
           ,
        
         
           And
           fixt
           a
           heavie
           Spear
           in
           Alcmaon
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           same
           his
           life
           and
           all
           pluckt
           out
           .
        
         
           Sarpedon
           then
           tore
           down
           a
           Battlement
           ,
        
         
           And
           wider
           for
           the
           Lycians
           made
           the
           way
           .
        
         
           But
           Teucer
           then
           an
           Arrow
           to
           him
           sent
           .
        
         
           But
           Jupiter
           to
           save
           his
           Son
           that
           day
        
         
           The
           Shaft
           unto
           his
           Shield
           and
           Belt
           directed
           ,
        
         
           So
           that
           it
           passed
           not
           unto
           the
           skin
           .
        
         
           The
           Shield
           and
           Belt
           together
           him
           protected
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           with
           Spear
           in
           hand
           came
           Ajax
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           Push
           that
           pierc'd
           his
           Shield
           clean
           through
        
         
           His
           coming
           on
           a
           little
           while
           he
           stay'd
           .
        
         
           But
           with
           Sarpedon
           that
           could
           little
           do
           ,
        
         
           That
           honour
           sought
           .
           Then
           to
           his
           friends
           he
           said
           ,
        
         
           Ye
           Lycians
           what
           makes
           you
           thus
           remiss
           ?
        
         
           Can
           I
           make
           way
           unto
           the
           Ships
           alone
           ?
        
         
           Strong
           as
           I
           am
           ,
           impossible
           it
           is
           .
        
         
           For
           many
           hands
           much
           better
           are
           than
           one
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           the
           Lycians
           heavier
           than
           before
        
         
           (
           To
           please
           their
           Prince
           )
           upon
           the
           Argives
           lay
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           within
           their
           broken
           Ranks
           restore
           ,
        
         
           And
           terrible
           the
           Battle
           was
           that
           day
           .
        
         
           For
           neither
           could
           the
           Lycians
           passage
           make
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Ships
           and
           break
           the
           Argives
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Greeks
           compel
           the
           Lycians
           to
           forsake
        
         
           The
           battlements
           ,
           so
           fiercely
           fought
           they
           all
           .
        
         
         
           As
           two
           men
           on
           the
           Confines
           of
           their
           ground
        
         
           At
           two
           ends
           of
           a
           measure
           tugging
           stand
           ,
        
         
           Contending
           earnestly
           about
           their
           bound
           ,
        
         
           And
           each
           of
           them
           would
           fain
           enlarge
           his
           land
           :
        
         
           So
           for
           the
           Battlement
           they
           striving
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           wounded
           one
           another
           Back
           and
           Brest
           ,
        
         
           And
           sprinkled
           was
           the
           Battlement
           with
           bloud
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           was
           it
           certain
           yet
           who
           had
           the
           best
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           a
           woman
           that
           is
           fain
           to
           spin
        
         
           To
           find
           her self
           and
           Children
           sorry
           food
           ,
        
         
           In
           one
           scale
           Wooll
           ,
           in
           th'
           other
           Weight
           puts
           in
        
         
           Till
           they
           hang
           ev'n
           ,
           so
           ev'n
           the
           Battle
           stood
        
         
           Till
           Hector
           came
           ,
           to
           whom
           Jove
           chiefly
           meant
        
         
           To
           give
           the
           honour
           of
           the
           Victory
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           up
           the
           Wall
           the
           formost
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           thence
           unto
           his
           Trojans
           loud
           did
           cry
           ,
        
         
           Trojans
           come
           on
           ,
           and
           break
           me
           down
           this
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           And
           set
           the
           Argives
           hollow
           ships
           on
           flame
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           he
           heard
           was
           by
           the
           Trojans
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           streight
           unto
           the
           Battlements
           they
           came
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           at
           the
           Gate
           took
           up
           a
           stone
        
         
           Great
           and
           sharp-pointed
           ;
           two
           men
           such
           as
           now
        
         
           Could
           scarce
           have
           lifted
           up
           so
           great
           a
           one
           :
        
         
           But
           Hector
           with
           one
           hand
           the
           same
           could
           throw
           ;
        
         
           For
           Jupiter
           to
           him
           had
           made
           it
           light
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           unto
           a
           Shepherd
           is
           a
           Fleece
        
         
           Of
           Wooll
           ,
           that
           to
           be
           born
           needs
           little
           might
           ;
        
         
           So
           eas'ly
           born
           the
           stone
           by
           Hector
           is
           ;
        
         
           And
           standing
           at
           the
           Gate
           well
           fortifi'd
        
         
           With
           Planks
           well
           joyn'd
           ,
           and
           two
           cross-bars
           within
           ,
        
         
           And
           taking
           with
           his
           right
           foot
           back
           a
           stride
        
         
           Out
           flew
           the
           stone
           and
           at
           the
           Gate
           went
           in
           .
        
         
           The
           Gate
           then
           roar'd
           ;
           the
           Hinges
           broken
           were
           ;
        
         
           The
           Bars
           upon
           the
           ground
           asunder
           lay
           ;
        
         
           And
           pieces
           of
           the
           Planks
           flew
           here
           and
           there
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Ships
           now
           open
           was
           the
           way
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           with
           a
           countenance
           like
           night
        
         
           Flew
           in
           .
           And
           fire
           appeared
           in
           his
           eyes
           :
        
         
           His
           Armour
           as
           he
           marched
           shined
           bright
           ,
        
         
           And
           light
           reflected
           up
           unto
           the
           Skies
           ;
        
         
         
           And
           two
           good
           Spears
           he
           grasped
           in
           his
           Fist.
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Greeks
           were
           mightily
           afraid
           ;
        
         
           For
           none
           except
           a
           God
           could
           him
           resist
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           unto
           the
           Trojans
           turning
           said
           ,
        
         
           Now
           Trojans
           to
           the
           Wall.
           And
           presently
        
         
           Great
           numbers
           of
           the
           Trojans
           that
           way
           pass
           ,
        
         
           And
           others
           at
           the
           Gate
           .
           The
           Argives
           fly
        
         
           Unto
           their
           ships
           .
           And
           great
           the
           Tumult
           was
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XIII
           .
        
         
           WHen
           Jove
           had
           to
           the
           Ships
           the
           Trojans
           brought
           ,
        
         
           He
           left
           them
           fighting
           there
           ,
           and
           turn'd
           his
           face
        
         
           (
           Thinking
           th'Immortals
           would
           no
           more
           have
           fought
           )
        
         
           And
           lookt
           upon
           the
           fields
           and
           men
           of
           Thrace
           ,
        
         
           And
           Mysians
           ,
           and
           Hippomolgi
           (
           men
        
         
           That
           live
           on
           Milk
           the
           goodly
           Mothers
           give
        
         
           Of
           lusty
           Steeds
           ,
           and
           are
           more
           honest
           than
        
         
           The
           rest
           of
           Mortals
           ,
           and
           do
           longer
           live
           .
           )
        
         
           While
           Neptune
           from
           a
           hill
           in
           Samothrace
        
         
           Lookt
           down
           and
           saw
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           fight
           .
        
         
           For
           thence
           of
           Ida
           hill
           and
           all
           the
           space
        
         
           'Bout
           Troy
           and
           th'
           Argive
           Fleet
           he
           had
           a
           sight
           .
        
         
           And
           grieved
           was
           to
           see
           the
           Argives
           slain
           ,
        
         
           And
           mightily
           offended
           was
           with
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           Hill
           in
           haste
           came
           down
           again
           ,
        
         
           On
           foot
           ;
           and
           ever
           as
           his
           feet
           did
           move
           ,
        
         
           Under
           the
           same
           the
           haughty
           Mountains
           shook
           ,
        
         
           And
           the
           thick
           Woods
           ,
           and
           unto
           Aegae
           came
           .
        
         
           Thither
           to
           come
           four
           steps
           he
           only
           took
           .
        
         
           There
           stands
           a
           Temple
           sacred
           to
           his
           name
           ,
        
         
           Of
           glistering
           Gold
           and
           never
           to
           decay
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           he
           puts
           his
           Horses
           to
           his
           Char.
        
         
           Long
           Mains
           of
           Gold
           they
           had
           ,
           and
           swift
           were
           they
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           in
           Gold
           himself
           array'd
           for
           War.
        
         
           And
           mounted
           on
           his
           Char
           ore
           Sea
           he
           drives
           .
        
         
           The
           Whales
           on
           both
           sides
           from
           the
           bottom
           rise
        
         
           The●
           King
           to
           see
           .
           The
           Sea
           her
           bosome
           rives
           ,
        
         
           But
           not
           a
           drop
           up
           to
           the
           Axtree
           flies
           .
        
         
           Thus
           quickly
           to
           the
           
             Argives
             Neptune
          
           came
           .
        
         
           Half
           way
           'twixt
           Tenedus
           and
           Imbrus
           is
        
         
           In
           the
           deep
           Sea
           a
           Cave
           ,
           and
           in
           the
           same
        
         
           (
           Lest
           coming
           back
           his
           Horses
           he
           should
           miss
           )
        
         
         
           He
           sets
           them
           up
           and
           laid
           before
           them
           Meat
           ,
        
         
           And
           ty'd
           them
           there
           with
           Foot-locks
           at
           their
           feet
           ,
        
         
           Strong
           Locks
           of
           Gold
           ,
           that
           loose
           they
           could
           not
           get
           .
        
         
           Then
           up
           he
           went
           unto
           the
           Argive
           Fleet
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           he
           found
           the
           Trojans
           like
           a
           Flame
        
         
           At
           
           Hector's
           heels
           with
           mighty
           noise
           and
           cry
           ,
        
         
           Greedy
           and
           full
           of
           hope
           the
           Greeks
           to
           tame
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           in
           flames
           to
           make
           their
           Ships
           to
           fry
           .
        
         
           Then
           Neptune
           speaking
           to
           th'
           Ajaxes
           two
        
         
           In
           Chalchas
           shape
           ,
           You
           two
           (
           said
           he
           )
           can
           save
        
         
           The
           Ships
           ,
           if
           you
           but
           set
           your selves
           thereto
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           the
           Foe
           no
           fear
           at
           all
           I
           have
        
         
           In
           other
           parts
           .
           Defended
           they
           will
           be
        
         
           By
           other
           Greeks
           .
           The
           danger
           all
           is
           here
        
         
           Where
           Hector
           like
           a
           flame
           you
           leading
           see
           ,
        
         
           That
           would
           be
           thought
           the
           Son
           of
           Jupiter
           .
        
         
           If
           you
           but
           think
           some
           God
           bids
           you
           resist
           ,
        
         
           And
           stand
           your
           ground
           when
           Hector
           cometh
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           chear
           your
           fellows
           ;
           though
           Jove
           him
           assist
           ,
        
         
           He
           quickly
           from
           your
           good
           Ships
           will
           be
           gone
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           on
           them
           both
           his
           Scepter
           laid
           .
        
         
           And
           presently
           themselves
           they
           stronger
           find
           ;
        
         
           Their
           Thighs
           and
           Legs
           and
           Hands
           much
           lighter
           weigh'd
           .
        
         
           And
           Neptune
           suddenly
           rose
           from
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           Just
           as
           a
           Hawk
           from
           off
           a
           Rock
           flies
           at
        
         
           Some
           other
           Fowl
           ;
           so
           quickly
           Neptune
           rose
           .
        
         
           The
           lesser
           Ajax
           first
           observed
           that
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           greater
           d●d
           the
           same
           disclose
           .
        
         
           Ajax
           (
           said
           he
           )
           this
           was
           some
           Deity
        
         
           That
           in
           the
           shape
           of
           Chalchas
           bad
           us
           fight
           .
        
         
           For
           't
           was
           not
           Chalchas
           I
           am
           sure
           .
           For
           I
        
         
           As
           he
           went
           off
           had
           of
           his
           Legs
           a
           sight
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           his
           Feet
           and
           Steps
           .
           For
           marks
           there
           are
        
         
           To
           know
           a
           God
           by
           from
           a
           man.
           Withal
        
         
           I
           finde
           my self
           much
           more
           inclin'd
           to
           War.
        
         
           Methinks
           my
           hands
           and
           feet
           for
           Battle
           call
           .
        
         
           And
           so
           do
           mine
           (
           said
           Telamorius
           )
        
         
           And
           fain
           I
           would
           with
           Hector
           have
           about
           .
        
         
           While
           they
           together
           were
           discoursing
           thus
           ,
        
         
           Neptune
           behinde
           them
           busie
           was
           about
           .
        
         
         
           Confirming
           those
           that
           to
           the
           Ships
           were
           gone
        
         
           A
           little
           to
           refresh
           themselves
           .
           For
           they
        
         
           Had
           long
           and
           painful
           labour
           undergone
           ,
        
         
           And
           heavie
           at
           their
           hearts
           the
           danger
           lay
        
         
           When
           Hector
           and
           his
           Troops
           had
           pass'd
           the
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           their
           safety
           were
           in
           great
           despair
           .
        
         
           But
           Neptune
           coming
           soon
           confirm'd
           them
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           gave
           them
           hope
           their
           Fortune
           to
           repair
           .
        
         
           To
           Teucer
           first
           he
           came
           and
           Leitus
           ,
        
         
           To
           Deipyrus
           and
           to
           Meneleos
           ,
        
         
           Meriones
           and
           stout
           Antilochus
           ,
        
         
           And
           standing
           near
           addrest
           his
           Speech
           to
           those
        
         
           Fie
           
             (
             Argives
          
           )
           fie
           young
           men
           ;
           what
           shame
           is
           this
           ?
        
         
           Upon
           your
           hands
           I
           chiefly
           did
           rely
        
         
           To
           save
           our
           Ships
           .
           If
           you
           be
           so
           remiss
           ,
        
         
           The
           day
           is
           come
           in
           which
           we
           all
           must
           die
        
         
           By
           
           Hector's
           hands
           .
           O
           strange
           !
           I
           never
           thought
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           durst
           to
           th'Ships
           have
           come
           so
           neer
        
         
           That
           heretofore
           peep
           out
           o'th'Town
           durst
           not
           ,
        
         
           But
           like
           to
           Hindes
           that
           hide
           themselves
           for
           fear
        
         
           Of
           Leopards
           ,
           Wolves
           ,
           and
           other
           Beasts
           of
           Prey
           .
        
         
           For
           so
           at
           first
           they
           did
           .
           But
           you
           'll
           not
           fight
        
         
           For
           anger
           that
           the
           King
           had
           sent
           away
        
         
           Dishonoured
           the
           man
           of
           greatest
           might
           .
        
         
           But
           what
           though
           Agamemnon
           have
           indeed
        
         
           Dishonour'd
           Thetis
           Son
           ,
           must
           we
           therefore
           .
        
         
           Give
           over
           fight
           ?
           Or
           rather
           with
           all
           speed
        
         
           Endeavour
           all
           we
           can
           to
           cure
           the
           Sore
           ?
        
         
           But
           howsoere
           ,
           you
           that
           excuseless
           ●re
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           Argive
           Army
           all
           the
           best
           ,
        
         
           And
           Bodies
           have
           and
           Hearts
           well
           made
           for
           War
           ,
        
         
           I
           needs
           must
           reprehend
           you
           .
           But
           the
           rest
        
         
           That
           weak
           or
           wretched
           are
           I
           cannot
           blame
           .
        
         
           Fond
           men
           ,
           this
           negligence
           may
           bring
           forth
           yet
        
         
           Some
           greater
           ill
           .
           Then
           come
           away
           for
           shame
           .
        
         
           For
           never
           were
           the
           Greeks
           so
           hard
           beset
           .
        
         
           Hector
           has
           broken
           both
           the
           Bars
           and
           Gates
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           hard
           by
           our
           Ships
           he
           fiercely
           fights
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           great
           noise
           his
           Trojans
           animates
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Neptune
           the
           dismayed
           Greeks
           excites
           .
        
         
         
           At
           th'
           Ajaxes
           the
           Ranks
           stood
           firm
           and
           close
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Mars
           nor
           Pallas
           could
           a
           fault
           have
           spi'd
           .
        
         
           They
           chosen
           were
           the
           Trojans
           to
           oppose
        
         
           Whom
           Hector
           led
           .
           And
           standing
           side
           by
           side
           ,
        
         
           Shield
           Shield
           ,
           and
           Target
           Target
           ,
           and
           Man
           Man
        
         
           Sustain'd
           ,
           and
           Spear
           by
           Spear
           assisted
           was
           .
        
         
           So
           close
           they
           stood
           ,
           and
           labour
           all
           they
           can
        
         
           Lest
           Hector
           to
           their
           hollow
           Ships
           should
           pass
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           with
           his
           Troops
           went
           swiftly
           on
           ▪
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Torrent
           swell'd
           with
           showers
           of
           rain
        
         
           Breaks
           from
           the
           hill
           a
           round
           and
           heavie
           stone
           ,
        
         
           It
           makes
           the
           Wood
           resound
           ,
           till
           at
           the
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           Swift
           as
           it
           thither
           roll'd
           ,
           it
           rolls
           no
           more
           ;
        
         
           So
           Hector
           marching
           made
           account
           to
           pass
        
         
           Through
           th'
           Argive
           Fleet
           and
           Tents
           to
           the
           Sea-shore
           .
        
         
           But
           at
           th'
           Ajaxes
           Battle
           stopt
           he
           was
           .
        
         
           And
           forced
           back
           a
           little
           to
           recoile
           ,
        
         
           Resisted
           by
           so
           many
           Spears
           and
           Swords
           ,
        
         
           And
           speaking
           to
           his
           Trojans
           stood
           a
           while
           ,
        
         
           And
           Lycians
           ,
           and
           Dardans
           in
           these
           words
           .
        
         
           Ye
           
             Trojans
             ,
             Lycians
             ,
             Dardans
          
           do
           not
           fly
           .
        
         
           I
           know
           they
           cannot
           long
           maintain
           the
           Fight
           ,
        
         
           If
           we
           upon
           
           Jove's
           promise
           may
           rely
           ,
        
         
           Who
           all
           the
           other
           Gods
           excells
           in
           might
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Deiphobus
           went
           tow'rds
           the
           Foe
           ,
        
         
           Holding
           his
           Buckler
           out
           before
           him
           high
           ,
        
         
           So
           that
           it
           cover'd
           him
           from
           Head
           to
           Toe
           .
        
         
           Meriones
           that
           on
           him
           had
           his
           eye
           ,
        
         
           H●s
           Spear
           threw
           at
           him
           ,
           which
           no
           harm
           did
           do
           .
        
         
           For
           though
           upon
           the
           Buckler
           sell
           the
           stroke
           ,
        
         
           It
           carri'd
           not
           th'
           intended
           mischief
           through
           ,
        
         
           But
           in
           the
           tough
           Bull-hides
           the
           Spear
           he
           broke
           .
        
         
           Then
           back
           unto
           the
           throng
           he
           went
           ,
           and
           sum'd
        
         
           Both
           for
           the
           loss
           of
           the
           good
           Spear
           he
           brake
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           Victory
           he
           had
           presum'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           went
           to
           th'Ships
           another
           Spear
           to
           take
           .
        
         
           The
           rest
           fought
           on
           ,
           and
           mighty
           noise
           there
           was
           .
        
         
           There
           Teucer
           with
           his
           Spear
           slew
           Imbrius
        
         
           The
           Son
           of
           Mentor
           ,
           till
           the
           Greeks
           did
           pass
        
         
           The
           Sea
           to
           Troy
           he
           dwelt
           at
           Pedasus
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           to
           Medesicaste
           there
           was
           wed
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           the
           Argives
           came
           to
           Troy
           ,
           he
           then
        
         
           Dwelt
           in
           King
           Priams
           Court
           ,
           much
           honoured
        
         
           Both
           by
           the
           King
           himself
           and
           by
           his
           men
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           by
           
           Teucer's
           Spear
           was
           slain
           .
           And
           as
        
         
           Upon
           a
           Hill
           a
           goodly
           Ashen
           Tree
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           the
           ground
           (
           cut
           from
           the
           roots
           with
           brass
           )
        
         
           Brings
           down
           its
           boughs
           ;
           so
           to
           the
           ground
           fell
           he
           .
        
         
           To
           strip
           him
           of
           his
           Arms
           then
           Teucer
           goes
           ;
        
         
           Which
           Hector
           seeing
           ,
           at
           him
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           misses
           him
           ;
           yet
           not
           in
           vain
           he
           throws
           ,
        
         
           But
           kills
           another
           man
           that
           stood
           him
           near
           ,
        
         
           Amphimachus
           ,
           that
           newly
           to
           the
           fight
        
         
           Was
           from
           the
           Ships
           come
           back
           t'
           assist
           the
           rest
           ;
        
         
           And
           scarcely
           of
           the
           Skirmish
           had
           a
           sight
           ,
        
         
           When
           
           Hector's
           Spear
           he
           felt
           upon
           his
           breast
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           Amphimachus
           came
           Hector
           near
           ,
        
         
           Meaning
           h●s
           Helmet
           from
           his
           head
           to
           take
           .
        
         
           Which
           Ajax
           seeing
           at
           him
           threw
           his
           Spear
        
         
           That
           hit
           his
           Shield
           ,
           but
           passage
           could
           not
           make
           .
        
         
           Yet
           with
           such
           strength
           the
           Spear
           fell
           on
           his
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           That
           backward
           he
           was
           driven
           from
           the
           dead
           ;
        
         
           So
           that
           the
           Argives
           bore
           them
           off
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           Amphimachus
           to
           th'
           Ships
           was
           carried
        
         
           By
           Mnesttheus
           and
           Stichius
           that
           led
        
         
           Th'
           Athenian
           Troops
           .
           But
           the
           Ajaxes
           two
           ,
        
         
           One
           at
           the
           Feet
           ,
           another
           at
           the
           Head
           ,
        
         
           Bore
           Imbrius
           from
           off
           the
           ground
           into
        
         
           The
           throng
           of
           Greeks
           like
           hungry
           Lions
           two
        
         
           That
           carry
           in
           their
           Jaws
           a
           Goat
           which
           they
        
         
           Had
           snatched
           from
           the
           Dogs
           ,
           and
           were
           to
           go
        
         
           Through
           many
           Shrubs
           to
           carry
           it
           away
           .
        
         
           Him
           they
           disarm'd
           ,
           and
           to
           let
           Hector
           know
           it
           ,
        
         
           The
           lesser
           Ajax
           cutteth
           off
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           turning
           round
           with
           all
           his
           strength
           doth
           throw
           it
           ,
        
         
           And
           unto
           
           Hector's
           feet
           't
           was
           carried
           .
        
         
           Now
           Neptune
           for
           Amphimachus
           thus
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Who
           from
           his
           Loins
           descended
           ,
           vexed
           sore
           ,
        
         
           Went
           to
           the
           Argive
           Ships
           and
           Tents
           again
        
         
           To
           chear
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           and
           hurt
           the
           Trojans
           more
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           with
           Idomeneus
           met
           as
           he
           went
           ,
        
         
           That
           had
           a
           wounded
           friend
           brought
           from
           the
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           streightway
           back
           again
           to
           go
           he
           meant
        
         
           To
           them
           that
           fought
           and
           help
           them
           all
           he
           might
           .
        
         
           And
           Neptune
           like
           unto
           Andremons
           Son
        
         
           Thoas
           ,
           whose
           Father
           all
           th'
           Aetolians
           swai'd
        
         
           Like
           Jove
           in
           Pleuron
           and
           in
           Calydon
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           Idomeneus
           then
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           King
           Idomeneus
           ,
           what
           is
           betide
        
         
           Of
           th'
           Argive
           threats
           that
           Ilium
           they
           would
           tame
           ?
        
         
           O
           Thoas
           (
           then
           Idomeneus
           repli'd
           )
        
         
           I
           know
           not
           any
           man
           that
           we
           can
           blame
           .
        
         
           There
           's
           none
           of
           us
           but
           understands
           the
           War
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           any
           that
           betray
           themselves
           with
           fear
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           that
           for
           sloth
           to
           fight
           unwilling
           are
           .
        
         
           But
           Jove
           ,
           it
           seems
           ,
           will
           have
           us
           perish
           here
           .
        
         
           But
           Thoas
           ,
           you
           that
           always
           heretofore
        
         
           Have
           fought
           so
           well
           ,
           and
           set
           on
           other
           men
           ,
        
         
           Still
           hold
           that
           purpose
           never
           giving
           ore
           .
        
         
           T'
           Idomeneus
           then
           Neptune
           said
           agen
           ,
        
         
           Idomeneus
           may
           that
           man
           ne're
           come
           back
           ,
        
         
           But
           in
           the
           Field
           lie
           for
           the
           Dogs
           a
           Prey
           ,
        
         
           That
           at
           this
           time
           is
           negligent
           or
           slack
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           put
           on
           your
           Arms
           and
           come
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           quickly
           .
           For
           although
           we
           are
           but
           two
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           since
           conjoyned
           force
           of
           men
           not
           strong
        
         
           Can
           do
           as
           much
           as
           one
           good
           man
           ,
           let
           's
           go
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           up
           Neptune
           went
           into
           the
           throng
           .
        
         
           Idomeneus
           then
           goes
           into
           his
           Tent
        
         
           And
           arm'd
           himself
           ,
           and
           took
           in
           's
           hand
           two
           Spears
           ,
        
         
           And
           out
           again
           he
           came
           like
           Lightning
           sent
        
         
           To
           men
           from
           Jove
           to
           fill
           their
           hearts
           with
           fears
           .
        
         
           And
           scarce
           come
           forth
           ,
           he
           met
           Meriones
        
         
           That
           to
           his
           Tent
           was
           going
           for
           a
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           speaking
           to
           him
           said
           Idomeneus
           ,
        
         
           Meriones
           my
           friend
           what
           make
           you
           here
           ?
        
         
           What
           are
           you
           wounded
           that
           you
           leave
           the
           Fight
           ?
        
         
           Or
           bring
           you
           me
           some
           news
           ?
           For
           I
           to
           hide
        
         
           My self
           from
           Battle
           here
           take
           no
           delight
           .
        
         
           Meriones
           then
           to
           him
           thus
           repli'd
           .
        
         
         
           O
           King
           Idomeneus
           unto
           your
           Tent
        
         
           I
           forc'd
           was
           from
           the
           Battle
           to
           come
           down
           ,
        
         
           And
           thence
           to
           take
           a
           Spear
           of
           yours
           I
           meant
           ,
        
         
           Since
           on
           Deiphobus
           I
           broke
           my
           own
           .
        
         
           A
           Spear
           then
           said
           Idomeneus
           ,
           there
           are
        
         
           Twenty
           if
           you
           had
           need
           of
           them
           that
           stand
        
         
           Upright
           against
           the
           Walls
           which
           in
           this
           War
        
         
           I
           took
           from
           Trojans
           vanquisht
           by
           my
           hand
           .
        
         
           For
           when
           I
           fight
           I
           stand
           neer
           to
           the
           Foe
           .
        
         
           And
           that
           's
           the
           cause
           so
           many
           Spears
           I
           have
           ,
        
         
           And
           can
           so
           many
           Shields
           and
           Helmets
           show
           ,
        
         
           And
           Armours
           for
           the
           breast
           great
           store
           and
           brave
           .
        
         
           Then
           spake
           Meriones
           ;
           And
           I
           said
           he
        
         
           Have
           many
           spoils
           of
           Trojans
           at
           my
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           But
           fetcht
           from
           thence
           so
           soon
           they
           cannot
           be
           .
        
         
           For
           close
           up
           to
           the
           Foe
           I
           also
           went
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           foremost
           boldly
           .
           Which
           although
        
         
           The
           Argives
           take
           no
           notice
           of
           ,
           yet
           you
        
         
           That
           how
           I
           still
           behav'd
           my self
           ,
           well
           know
        
         
           Can
           bear
           me
           witness
           what
           I
           say
           is
           true
           .
        
         
           To
           him
           then
           thus
           Idomeneus
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           Meriones
           ,
           this
           need
           not
           have
           been
           said
           ,
        
         
           I
           know
           your
           courage
           were
           it
           to
           be
           tri'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           men
           somewhere
           in
           ambush
           to
           be
           laid
        
         
           (
           Where
           fear
           and
           courage
           are
           discerned
           best
           ;
        
         
           For
           there
           't
           is
           seen
           who
           valiant
           are
           ,
           who
           not
           .
        
         
           A
           Coward
           's
           heart
           still
           panteth
           in
           his
           breast
           ;
        
         
           And
           nothing
           but
           on
           death
           he
           has
           his
           thought
           ;
        
         
           He
           cannot
           without
           trembling
           quiet
           sit
           ,
        
         
           But
           dances
           on
           his
           Hams
           ,
           and
           changes
           hue
           ;
        
         
           And
           cannot
           hold
           himself
           upon
           his
           feet
           ;
        
         
           And
           shakes
           his
           Chaps
           .
           These
           things
           a
           Coward
           shew
           .
        
         
           But
           in
           a
           valiant
           man
           there
           's
           none
           of
           this
           .
        
         
           He
           quietly
           abides
           without
           afright
           ,
        
         
           When
           in
           the
           danger
           he
           engaged
           is
           ;
        
         
           And
           longs
           for
           nothing
           but
           to
           come
           to
           fight
           )
        
         
           If
           you
           amongst
           them
           had
           been
           there
           ,
           I
           know
        
         
           None
           of
           them
           such
           a
           fault
           in
           you
           had
           found
           .
        
         
           Or
           if
           you
           had
           been
           hurt
           't
           is
           sure
           enow
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           in
           your
           back
           nor
           neck
           had
           been
           the
           Wound
           ,
        
         
         
           But
           either
           in
           your
           belly
           or
           your
           brest
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           's
           no
           longer
           talk
           like
           children
           here
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           we
           be
           blam'd
           .
           I
           think
           it
           therefore
           best
        
         
           You
           now
           go
           to
           my
           Tent
           and
           take
           a
           Spear
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Meriones
           fetcht
           out
           a
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           Idomeneus
           went
           to
           the
           Fight
           ,
        
         
           As
           Mars
           ,
           when
           in
           the
           Field
           he
           will
           appear
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           his
           beloved
           Son
           Affright
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           th'
           Ephyrians
           and
           Phlegyans
           goes
        
         
           From
           Thrace
           to
           give
           one
           side
           the
           Victory
           ;
        
         
           So
           with
           Idomeneus
           unto
           the
           Foes
        
         
           Meriones
           went
           up
           couragiously
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           said
           ,
           Idomeneus
           where
           now
        
         
           O'
           th'
           left
           ,
           or
           right
           side
           of
           the
           Trojan
           Host
           ,
        
         
           Or
           in
           the
           midst
           shall
           we
           our
           force
           bestow
        
         
           To
           help
           the
           Greeks
           ?
           For
           now
           they
           need
           us
           most
           .
        
         
           Idomeneus
           then
           to
           him
           said
           agen
           ,
        
         
           The
           middle
           of
           the
           Battle
           to
           maintain
        
         
           There
           ready
           stand
           enow
           ,
           and
           able
           men
           ,
        
         
           Teucer
           good
           Bowman
           and
           th'
           Ajaxes
           twain
           .
        
         
           Hector
           shall
           there
           of
           fig●●ing
           have
           his
           fill
        
         
           As
           greedy
           as
           he
           is
           .
           Though
           strong
           he
           be
        
         
           He
           'll
           find
           it
           hard
           that
           way
           to
           have
           his
           will
           ,
        
         
           And
           come
           unto
           the
           Ships
           with
           Victory
           ,
        
         
           And
           burn
           them
           if
           Jove
           not
           with
           his
           own
           hand
        
         
           Throw
           in
           the
           Brands
           .
           He
           must
           be
           more
           than
           man
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           Ajax
           is
           not
           able
           to
           withstand
           ;
        
         
           Not
           mortal
           ,
           such
           as
           live
           by
           Ceres
           can
           ,
        
         
           And
           may
           be
           killed
           with
           a
           Spear
           or
           Stone
           .
        
         
           For
           Ajax
           with
           Achilles
           may
           compare
        
         
           In
           standing
           fight
           ,
           though
           able
           less
           to
           run
           .
        
         
           In
           that
           ,
           Achilles
           him
           excelleth
           far
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           unto
           the
           Battle
           let
           us
           go
        
         
           And
           fall
           on
           at
           the
           left
           side
           of
           the
           field
           ,
        
         
           And
           try
           what
           we
           are
           able
           there
           to
           do
           ,
        
         
           And
           either
           Honour
           win
           or
           honour
           yield
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           went
           together
           to
           the
           Fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           them
           presently
           the
           Trojans
           sell.
        
         
           There
           was
           no
           place
           for
           Victory
           to
           light
           ,
        
         
           So
           close
           they
           fought
           on
           both
           sides
           and
           so
           well
           .
        
         
         
           And
           such
           a
           mighty
           Cloud
           of
           dust
           they
           raise
        
         
           As
           when
           great
           Winds
           contend
           upon
           the
           Plain
        
         
           Is
           in
           dry
           weather
           raised
           from
           the
           ways
           ,
        
         
           While
           one
           to
           kill
           another
           takes
           great
           pain
           .
        
         
           And
           horrid
           of
           the
           Squadrons
           was
           the
           sight
           ,
        
         
           That
           brissl'd
           was
           all
           over
           with
           great
           Spears
           .
        
         
           Their
           Armours
           ,
           Shields
           ,
           and
           Helmets
           ,
           with
           their
           light
        
         
           Dazled
           the
           eyes
           ,
           and
           clamour
           fill'd
           the
           ears
           .
        
         
           Hard-hearted
           had
           he
           been
           that
           with
           dry
           eyes
        
         
           Had
           this
           affliction
           of
           the
           Heroes
           seen
           ,
        
         
           That
           from
           the
           Sons
           of
           Saturn
           did
           arise
           ,
        
         
           And
           but
           for
           their
           dissention
           had
           not
           been
           .
        
         
           For
           Jupiter
           for
           Hector
           was
           and
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           meant
           to
           honour
           Thetis
           and
           her
           Son
           ;
        
         
           But
           not
           th'
           Achaean
           Army
           to
           destroy
           .
        
         
           But
           Neptune
           moved
           with
           compassion
        
         
           To
           see
           the
           Argives
           by
           the
           Trojans
           slain
           ,
        
         
           And
           angry
           with
           his
           Brother
           ,
           secretly
        
         
           In
           likeness
           of
           a
           man
           rose
           from
           the
           Main
        
         
           T'
           incourage
           them
           and
           give
           them
           victory
           ▪
        
         
           Though
           they
           were
           Brothers
           ,
           〈◊〉
           Jove
           of
           the
           two
        
         
           The
           Elder
           and
           the
           Wiser
           was
           ,
           so
           that
        
         
           Neptune
           against
           
           Jove's
           will
           durst
           nothing
           do
        
         
           In
           favour
           of
           the
           Greeks
           distrest
           ,
           but
           what
        
         
           He
           thought
           might
           be
           effected
           privily
           .
        
         
           And
           thus
           the
           Saw
           from
           Brother
           unto
           Brother
        
         
           Of
           cruel
           War
           was
           drawn
           alternately
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           slain
           of
           one
           side
           and
           the
           other
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           half
           gray
           came
           in
           Idomeneus
        
         
           With
           lusty
           Cretans
           ,
           and
           the
           Trojan
           frighted
           .
        
         
           For
           presently
           he
           slew
           Othryoneus
           ,
        
         
           Othryoneus
           that
           was
           by
           Fame
           invited
        
         
           To
           purchase
           honour
           in
           the
           War
           at
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           promis'd
           ,
           if
           Cassandra
           he
           might
           wed
           ,
        
         
           From
           Ilium
           to
           drive
           the
           Greeks
           away
           .
        
         
           Which
           Priam
           to
           him
           granted
           if
           he
           sped
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           this
           hope
           ,
           strutting
           he
           went
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           There
           with
           his
           Spear
           Idomeneus
           him
           smote
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           upon
           his
           Belly
           just
           did
           light
           .
        
         
           And
           down
           he
           fell
           ;
           his
           Armour
           sav'd
           him
           not
           .
        
         
         
           Idomeneus
           insulting
           ore
           him
           spake
           .
        
         
           Othryoneus
           great
           praise
           you
           'll
           win
           indeed
        
         
           If
           you
           can
           do
           what
           you
           did
           undertake
           .
        
         
           Come
           fight
           for
           us
           ;
           and
           you
           shall
           no
           worse
           speed
           .
        
         
           For
           if
           you
           for
           us
           win
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Atrides
           fairest
           Daughter
           yours
           shall
           be
           .
        
         
           Come
           with
           me
           to
           the
           Greeks
           that
           there
           we
           may
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Wedding-Articles
           agree
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           be
           revenged
           Asius
           meant
           ,
        
         
           And
           was
           on
           foot
           ,
           although
           his
           Horses
           there
        
         
           Breathing
           upon
           his
           back
           behind
           him
           went.
        
         
           And
           at
           Idomeneus
           had
           thrown
           his
           Spear
        
         
           But
           that
           to
           throw
           he
           time
           enough
           had
           not
           ;
        
         
           Because
           the
           other
           made
           the
           greater
           hast
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Spear
           had
           hit
           him
           in
           the
           throat
           ,
        
         
           And
           out
           again
           at
           's
           neck
           the
           point
           had
           past
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           as
           some
           great
           Oak
           or
           Poplar-tree
           ,
        
         
           Or
           Pine
           cut
           down
           ,
           that
           by
           a
           Shipwright
           must
        
         
           Be
           saw'd
           in
           Planks
           falls
           down
           ,
           so
           fell
           down
           he
        
         
           Grasping
           with
           both
           his
           hands
           the
           bloudy
           dust
           .
        
         
           The
           Charretier
           was
           so
           amaz'd
           thereat
        
         
           That
           he
           forgot
           to
           turn
           his
           Charre
           with
           fear
           ,
        
         
           And
           quiet
           sate
           .
           Antilochus
           saw
           that
           ,
        
         
           And
           going
           neerer
           ,
           at
           him
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Which
           through
           his
           Armour
           and
           his
           Belly
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           gasping
           fell
           to
           th'ground
           the
           Charretier
           .
        
         
           Antilochus
           to
           th'Ships
           his
           Horses
           sent
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           Argives
           now
           possest
           they
           were
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Deiphobus
           himself
           advanc'd
        
         
           And
           at
           Idomeneus
           he
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Which
           grazing
           only
           on
           his
           Buckler
           glanc'd
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Argives
           that
           behinde
           him
           were
           .
        
         
           For
           as
           he
           saw
           it
           come
           he
           sunk
           ,
           and
           hid
        
         
           His
           body
           all
           under
           his
           Shield
           of
           brass
           .
        
         
           Yet
           not
           from
           out
           his
           hand
           depart
           it
           did
        
         
           In
           vain
           ;
           for
           with
           it
           slain
           Hypsenor
           was
           .
        
         
           Deiphobus
           then
           crowing
           said
           ,
           So
           ,
           so
           ,
        
         
           Asius
           does
           not
           go
           unreveng'd
           to
           Hell.
        
         
           And
           though
           the
           place
           unpleasant
           be
           ,
           I
           know
        
         
           To
           have
           such
           company
           will
           please
           him
           well
           .
        
         
         
           Antilochus
           then
           to
           the
           Body
           came
        
         
           And
           kept
           the
           Trojans
           off
           from
           stripping
           it
           .
        
         
           Mecistes
           and
           Alastor
           bare
           the
           same
        
         
           Upon
           their
           shoulders
           to
           the
           Argive
           Fleet.
        
         
           Id●meneus
           still
           like
           a
           Fury
           went
        
         
           To
           kill
           more
           Trojans
           or
           himself
           be
           kill'd
           .
        
         
           And
           for
           the
           Argives
           thought
           his
           life
           well
           spent
           .
        
         
           Alcathous
           then
           met
           him
           on
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           Who
           was
           a
           Suiter
           to
           Hippodamie
        
         
           Anchises
           eldest
           Daughter
           ,
           and
           the
           best
        
         
           Beloved
           by
           her
           Parents
           both
           was
           she
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           her
           time
           exceeded
           all
           the
           rest
        
         
           In
           Beauty
           ,
           and
           in
           curious
           Work
           ,
           and
           Wit
           ,
        
         
           And
           a
           fit
           Consort
           for
           the
           best
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           But
           Neptune
           now
           on
           purpose
           bound
           his
           feet
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           Eyes
           though
           bright
           took
           sight
           away
           ;
        
         
           So
           that
           he
           could
           not
           fly
           ,
           nor
           turn
           ,
           nor
           fight
           ,
        
         
           But
           fixed
           stood
           like
           to
           a
           Post
           or
           Tree
           ;
        
         
           And
           by
           Idomeneus
           with
           
           Neptune's
           might
        
         
           Pierc'd
           through
           the
           Armour
           ,
           and
           the
           Breast
           was
           he
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           the
           Heart
           ,
           as
           plainly
           did
           appear
           .
        
         
           For
           as
           he
           bleeding
           on
           the
           ground
           did
           lie
           ,
        
         
           The
           beating
           of
           his
           heart
           did
           shake
           the
           Spear
           ;
        
         
           And
           Mars
           took
           from
           him
           all
           his
           Chivalry
           .
        
         
           Idomeneus
           then
           crowed
           mightily
           .
        
         
           Deiphobus
           (
           said
           he
           )
           is
           't
           not
           enough
        
         
           That
           for
           your
           one
           man
           I
           have
           killed
           three
           ?
        
         
           If
           not
           ,
           come
           on
           and
           take
           a
           better
           proof
        
         
           Of
           what
           the
           Seed
           of
           Jove
           in
           War
           can
           do
           .
        
         
           For
           Jove
           got
           Minos
           ,
           and
           Deucalion
           he
           .
        
         
           He
           me
           ,
           and
           I
           whole
           Ship
           loads
           bring
           of
           Wo
        
         
           To
           Troy
           ,
           unto
           thy
           Father
           ,
           and
           to
           thee
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Deiphobus
           considered
        
         
           Whether
           to
           stay
           and
           meet
           him
           hand
           to
           hand
           ,
        
         
           Or
           see
           by
           whom
           he
           might
           be
           seconded
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           Reer
           he
           saw
           Aeneas
           stand
           .
        
         
           For
           he
           not
           much
           good
           will
           did
           Priam
           bear
           ,
        
         
           Who
           small
           respect
           unto
           his
           Vertue
           paid
           .
        
         
           To
           him
           Deiphobus
           approaching
           near
           ,
        
         
           Aeneas
           ,
           now
           (
           said
           he
           )
           you
           must
           us
           aid
           .
        
         
         
           Your
           Brother-law
           Alcathous
           is
           kill'd
           ,
        
         
           Who
           oftentimes
           has
           fed
           you
           with
           his
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           naked
           will
           be
           left
           upon
           the
           field
        
         
           B'
           Idomeneus
           ,
           unless
           you
           him
           withstand
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           t'
           Idomeneus
           they
           came
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           greedy
           were
           to
           enter
           fight
           .
        
         
           And
           he
           as
           boldly
           did
           their
           coming
           stay
           .
        
         
           Though
           two
           to
           one
           ,
           they
           did
           not
           him
           affright
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           a
           Boar
           in
           unfrequented
           place
           ,
        
         
           By
           Dogs
           and
           Men
           pursu'd
           ,
           stands
           sullenly
        
         
           Knowing
           his
           strength
           ,
           and
           locks
           them
           in
           the
           face
        
         
           Bristled
           his
           Back
           ,
           and
           flaming
           is
           his
           Eye
           ;
        
         
           So
           for
           Aeneas
           staid
           Idomeneus
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           his
           fellows
           call'd
           ;
           Ascalaphus
           ,
        
         
           
             Meriones
             ,
             Antilochus
          
           ,
           and
           Aphareus
           ,
        
         
           Good
           men
           of
           War
           ,
           and
           you
           Deipyrus
           ,
        
         
           Come
           hither
           friends
           ,
           said
           he
           .
           I
           coming
           see
        
         
           Aeneas
           towards
           me
           with
           mighty
           rage
           ,
        
         
           A
           valiant
           man
           at
           Arms
           you
           know
           is
           he
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           is
           in
           the
           flower
           of
           his
           Age.
        
         
           Were
           I
           so
           young
           ,
           and
           of
           the
           mind
           I
           am
           ,
        
         
           I
           'd
           honour
           win
           of
           him
           or
           he
           of
           me
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           they
           quickly
           all
           about
           him
           came
           ▪
        
         
           Aeneas
           to
           repel
           or
           kill
           .
           Then
           he
        
         
           Call'd
           Paris
           to
           him
           and
           Agenor
           ,
           and
        
         
           Deiphobus
           ,
           the
           Argives
           to
           oppose
           .
        
         
           And
           all
           of
           them
           of
           Trojans
           had
           command
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           their
           Spears
           behinde
           him
           marched
           close
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Shepherd
           leads
           with
           a
           green
           Bough
        
         
           His
           Sheep
           from
           off
           the
           Pasture
           to
           the
           Brook
           ,
        
         
           Is
           joy'd
           to
           see
           them
           follow
           him
           ;
           so
           now
        
         
           Aeneas
           in
           his
           Troops
           great
           pleasure
           took
           .
        
         
           No
           sooner
           they
           were
           come
           unto
           the
           ground
        
         
           Whereon
           Alcathous
           his
           Body
           was
           ,
        
         
           But
           close
           they
           sought
           ,
           and
           hideous
           was
           the
           sound
        
         
           Of
           Helmets
           ,
           Shields
           and
           mighty
           Arms
           of
           brass
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           the
           two
           that
           far
           excell'd
           the
           rest
        
         
           Aeneas
           and
           Idomeneus
           would
           fain
        
         
           Have
           fix'd
           their
           Spears
           in
           one
           anothers
           Brest
           .
        
         
           First
           threw
           Aeneas
           ,
           but
           he
           threw
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
         
           For
           by
           Idomeneus
           declin'd
           it
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           coming
           to
           the
           ground
           stuck
           trembling
           there
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           threw
           he
           and
           killed
           Oenomaus
           ,
        
         
           And
           pierced
           was
           his
           Belly
           with
           a
           Spear
           .
        
         
           Who
           falling
           filled
           both
           his
           hands
           with
           dust
           .
        
         
           Idomeneus
           pull'd
           out
           again
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           take
           off
           his
           Arms
           he
           durst
           not
           trust
        
         
           Himself
           ,
           so
           many
           Lances
           flying
           were
           .
        
         
           His
           Limbs
           and
           Feet
           not
           supple
           were
           and
           light
        
         
           To
           throw
           or
           shun
           a
           Spear
           .
           They
           now
           were
           past
        
         
           Their
           best
           ,
           yet
           good
           were
           in
           a
           standing
           Fight
           .
        
         
           But
           could
           not
           from
           the
           Battle
           run
           so
           fast
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           slowly
           walked
           off
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           Deiphobus
           that
           alwaies
           bore
           him
           spight
        
         
           A
           Spear
           threw
           at
           him
           ,
           but
           him
           miss'd
           ,
           and
           kill'd
        
         
           Ascalaphus
           Son
           of
           the
           God
           of
           Fight
           .
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           hands
           into
           the
           dust
           fell
           he
           .
        
         
           But
           Mars
           yet
           knew
           not
           that
           his
           Son
           was
           dead
           .
        
         
           For
           in
           the
           Golden
           Clouds
           by
           
           Jove's
           decree
        
         
           With
           all
           the
           other
           Gods
           prohibited
        
         
           To
           meddle
           in
           the
           battle
           ,
           quiet
           sat
           .
        
         
           About
           Ascalaphus
           the
           strife
           was
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           first
           Deiphobus
           his
           Helmet
           gat
           ,
        
         
           But
           forc'd
           he
           was
           again
           to
           let
           it
           fall
           .
        
         
           For
           in
           the
           Arm
           he
           then
           receiv'd
           a
           wound
        
         
           Which
           by
           Meriones
           was
           to
           him
           sent
           ,
        
         
           Who
           quickly
           took
           the
           Helmet
           from
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           And
           with
           it
           back
           unto
           the
           Argives
           went.
        
         
           Deiphobus
           was
           by
           Polites
           (
           who
        
         
           His
           Brother
           was
           )
           born
           forth
           unto
           his
           Charre
           ,
        
         
           And
           bleeding
           in
           his
           Charre
           the
           Town
           into
           .
        
         
           But
           still
           upon
           the
           Field
           went
           on
           the
           Warre
           ,
        
         
           And
           Aphareus
           there
           wounded
           in
           the
           throat
        
         
           Was
           by
           Aeneas
           Spear
           ,
           wherewith
           his
           Head
        
         
           On
           one
           side
           hanging
           Shield
           and
           Helmet
           brought
        
         
           Down
           with
           him
           to
           the
           Earth
           .
           There
           lay
           he
           dead
           .
        
         
           And
           Thoon
           by
           Antilochus
           was
           slain
           ,
        
         
           That
           to
           him
           turn'd
           his
           back
           and
           meant
           to
           fly
           ;
        
         
           For
           by
           the
           Spear
           in
           two
           was
           cut
           the
           vein
        
         
           Which
           all
           along
           the
           Back
           to
           th'
           Neck
           doth
           lye
           .
        
         
         
           And
           down
           he
           fell
           .
           Antilochus
           stept
           in
        
         
           To
           strip
           him
           .
           But
           the
           Foes
           about
           him
           round
        
         
           Threw
           at
           him
           Spears
           ,
           but
           never
           touch'd
           his
           skin
           ,
        
         
           Although
           his
           Shield
           received
           many
           a
           wound
           .
        
         
           For
           he
           was
           well
           defended
           on
           each
           side
        
         
           By
           Neptune
           ,
           who
           unto
           him
           bore
           good
           will
           ,
        
         
           Because
           he
           ne'er
           would
           from
           the
           Fight
           abide
           ,
        
         
           And
           'mongst
           the
           Foes
           his
           Spear
           was
           flying
           still
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           his
           Spear
           at
           ore
           he
           aiming
           stood
           ,
        
         
           He
           by
           Asiades
           observed
           was
           ,
        
         
           Who
           to
           him
           came
           as
           near
           as
           well
           he
           cou'd
        
         
           And
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
           whereof
           one
           half
           did
           pass
        
         
           Clean
           through
           Antilochus
           his
           Shield
           ,
           and
           stuck
        
         
           Therein
           ;
           but
           th'
           other
           half
           fell
           to
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           For
           Neptune
           him
           preserv'd
           from
           that
           ill
           luck
           .
        
         
           So
           scapt
           Antilochus
           without
           a
           wound
           .
        
         
           And
           Adamas
           retir'd
           into
           the
           rout
           .
        
         
           Meriones
           sent
           after
           him
           a
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Which
           entring
           at
           his
           hinder
           parts
           ,
           came
           out
        
         
           Beneath
           his
           Navel
           ,
           and
           above
           his
           gear
           ,
        
         
           Where
           wounds
           most
           fatal
           are
           .
           Then
           down
           he
           falls
           ,
        
         
           And
           like
           a
           Cow
           that
           by
           the
           Horns
           is
           ty'd
        
         
           By
           strength
           of
           Swains
           ,
           a
           little
           while
           he
           sprawls
           ,
        
         
           But
           with
           the
           plucking
           out
           the
           Spear
           he
           dy'd
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Son
           of
           
             Priam
             Helenus
          
        
         
           With
           a
           broad
           Sword
           in
           hand
           all
           Steel
           of
           Thrace
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Helmet
           smote
           Deipyrus
           ,
        
         
           Who
           there
           fell
           down
           and
           dy'd
           upon
           the
           place
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           took
           up
           the
           Helmet
           at
           their
           feet
           .
        
         
           And
           griev'd
           thereat
           was
           Menelaus
           so
        
         
           That
           up
           he
           went
           with
           Helenus
           to
           meet
        
         
           Shaking
           his
           Spear
           .
           The
           other
           draws
           his
           Bow.
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           Breast-plate
           hit
           was
           Menelaus
           .
        
         
           But
           off
           the
           Arrow
           flew
           like
           chaff
           which
           fan'd
        
         
           Is
           from
           the
           Corn.
           But
           th'
           other
           wounded
           was
        
         
           Just
           where
           he
           held
           the
           Bow
           quite
           through
           the
           hand
           ▪
        
         
           And
           dragging
           Hand
           and
           Spear
           himself
           withdrew
        
         
           Into
           the
           Trojan
           Troops
           ;
           where
           from
           the
           wound
           .
        
         
           The
           heavy
           Spear
           his
           friend
           Agenor
           drew
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           a
           woollen
           bandage
           wrapt
           it
           round
           ,
        
         
         
           VVhich
           in
           his
           hand
           a
           servant
           held
           hard
           by
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Pisandrus
           went
           to
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           Betray'd
           thereto
           by
           cruel
           Destiny
           .
        
         
           For
           to
           have
           slain
           him
           in
           great
           hope
           he
           was
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           were
           to
           one
           another
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           First
           Menelaus
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
           but
           wide
           .
        
         
           At
           him
           Pisandrus
           then
           his
           Spear
           le
           ts
           fly
           .
        
         
           But
           passage
           being
           at
           the
           Shield
           deny'd
           ,
        
         
           Beneath
           the
           brasen
           point
           in
           twain
           it
           crackt
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           him
           with
           his
           Sword
           went
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           to
           Menelaus
           with
           an
           Ax
           ,
        
         
           VVhich
           cover'd
           with
           his
           Buckler
           ready
           was
           .
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           Helmet
           crest
           then
           fell
           the
           stroke
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           Pisandrus
           with
           his
           keen
           Sword
           hit
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Forehead
           near
           the
           Nose
           ,
           which
           broke
        
         
           The
           Bone
           ,
           and
           carry'd
           present
           death
           with
           it
           .
        
         
           His
           eyes
           unto
           the
           ground
           fell
           in
           the
           blood
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           kickt
           him
           as
           o'
           th'
           ground
           he
           lay
           ,
        
         
           Then
           stript
           him
           of
           his
           Arms
           ,
           and
           ore
           him
           stood
        
         
           Insulting
           ,
           and
           reproaching
           those
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           Thus
           ,
           thus
           (
           said
           he
           )
           proud
           Trojans
           ,
           you
           'll
           at
           last
        
         
           Be
           taught
           to
           quit
           our
           Ships
           ,
           and
           have
           your
           fill
        
         
           Of
           bloody
           VVar
           ,
           and
           pay
           for
           what
           is
           past
           .
        
         
           You
           thought
           ,
           ye
           Dogs
           ,
           too
           little
           was
           the
           ill
           ,
        
         
           Against
           the
           Laws
           of
           Hospitality
        
         
           To
           steal
           away
           my
           Goods
           ,
           and
           wedded
           VVife
           ;
        
         
           But
           further
           will
           (
           if
           in
           your
           pow'r
           it
           lye
           )
        
         
           Deprive
           the
           Argive
           Princes
           all
           of
           Life
           ;
        
         
           And
           burn
           their
           Ships
           ,
           although
           no
           injury
        
         
           I
           ever
           did
           you
           .
           But
           I
           hope
           we
           shall
        
         
           Your
           greediness
           of
           fighting
           satisfie
           .
        
         
           But
           Father
           Jove
           ,
           who
           (
           men
           say
           )
           art
           of
           all
        
         
           The
           Gods
           most
           wise
           ,
           all
           this
           proceeds
           from
           you
           ,
        
         
           That
           to
           the
           Trojans
           false
           and
           insolent
        
         
           More
           favour
           shew
           than
           to
           the
           just
           and
           true
           ;
        
         
           So
           that
           with
           Peace
           they
           never
           are
           content
           .
        
         
           Of
           every
           thing
           there
           is
           satiety
           .
        
         
           Of
           Sleep
           ,
           of
           Love
           ,
           of
           Dance
           ,
           and
           pleasant
           Song
           .
        
         
           And
           all
           men
           else
           with
           war
           may
           cloyed
           be
           .
        
         
           Only
           the
           Trojans
           still
           for
           fighting
           long
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Armour
           to
           the
           Ships
           he
           sent
           ,
        
         
           And
           'mongst
           the
           foremost
           Greeks
           again
           he
           fought
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           Harpalion
           unto
           him
           went
        
         
           (
           Who
           t'
           Ilium
           was
           by
           his
           Father
           brought
           .
        
         
           But
           brought
           from
           thence
           again
           he
           never
           was
           )
        
         
           And
           at
           him
           throws
           his
           Spear
           ,
           and
           hits
           his
           Shield
        
         
           Right
           in
           the
           midst
           .
           But
           through
           it
           could
           not
           pass
           ;
        
         
           The
           stubborn
           Brass
           unto
           it
           would
           not
           yield
           .
        
         
           Missing
           his
           purpose
           he
           the
           field
           forsook
           ,
        
         
           And
           fearing
           to
           be
           slain
           lookt
           still
           about
           ,
        
         
           Until
           an
           Arrow
           keen
           him
           overtook
           ,
        
         
           Sent
           from
           Meriones
           ,
           that
           past
           throughout
        
         
           From
           Buttock
           unto
           B●adder
           .
           Then
           he
           sate
        
         
           Expiring
           'mongst
           the
           Trojans
           his
           good
           friends
           ,
        
         
           And
           lay
           like
           to
           a
           Worm
           benummed
           ,
           that
        
         
           Upon
           the
           ground
           it self
           at
           length
           extends
           .
        
         
           The
           Paphlagonians
           of
           him
           had
           a
           care
           ,
        
         
           And
           sorry
           for
           him
           carry'd
           him
           to
           Troy.
        
         
           His
           Father
           weeping
           followed
           the
           Charre
           ,
        
         
           But
           how
           to
           be
           revenged
           saw
           no
           way
           .
        
         
           And
           Paris
           then
           with
           anger
           was
           possest
           ,
        
         
           And
           'mongst
           the
           Argives
           lets
           an
           Arrow
           fly
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           Harpalion
           he
           had
           been
           the
           guest
           ,
        
         
           And
           well
           received
           in
           Paphlagonie
           .
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Argives
           one
           Euchenor
           was
        
         
           The
           Son
           of
           Polydus
           an
           old
           Prophet
        
         
           That
           knew
           full
           well
           how
           things
           would
           come
           to
           pass
        
         
           Before
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           ,
           and
           told
           him
           of
           it
           .
        
         
           You
           must
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           at
           home
           by
           sickness
           die
           ,
        
         
           Or
           going
           with
           the
           Greeks
           at
           Troy
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           But
           for
           all
           that
           the
           Youngman
           valiantly
        
         
           Went
           with
           the
           Greeks
           ;
           but
           ne'er
           came
           home
           again
           ,
        
         
           Though
           he
           behav'd
           himself
           with
           caution
           there
        
         
           In
           hope
           t'
           avoid
           both
           danger
           and
           diseases
           .
        
         
           But
           Paris
           shot
           h●m
           'twixt
           the
           Cheek
           and
           Ear.
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           Eyes
           there
           Death
           and
           Darkness
           seizes
           .
        
         
           Thus
           keenly
           fought
           they
           here
           ;
           But
           Hector
           yet
        
         
           Knew
           not
           the
           Trojans
           that
           were
           fighting
           at
        
         
           The
           left
           hand
           of
           the
           Host
           were
           so
           beset
           ,
        
         
           For
           if
           he
           had
           perhaps
           been
           told
           of
           that
           ,
        
         
         
           He
           might
           have
           giv'n
           the
           Greeks
           the
           Victory
           ;
        
         
           Such
           courage
           N●ptune
           gave
           unto
           them
           there
           .
        
         
           And
           sometimes
           by
           his
           strength
           immediately
        
         
           In
           battle
           fighting
           they
           assisted
           were
           .
        
         
           But
           Hector
           yet
           was
           where
           he
           first
           made
           way
           ,
        
         
           Breaking
           the
           Argive
           Ranks
           ,
           and
           Wall
           and
           Gate
           ,
        
         
           Whore
           of
           Protesilaus
           the
           good
           Ships
           lay
           ,
        
         
           And
           those
           of
           Ajax
           next
           unto
           them
           sate
           ;
        
         
           Where
           low
           the
           Wall
           and
           sharpest
           was
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           Th'
           
             Epeians
             ,
             Pthians
          
           ,
           and
           Ionians
           ,
        
         
           
             Boeotians
             ,
             Locrians
          
           all
           oppose
           their
           might
        
         
           To
           
           Hector's
           ,
           
             Trojans
             ,
             Dardans
             ,
             Lycians
          
           .
        
         
           And
           led
           were
           by
           good
           men
           .
           Th'
           Athenians
        
         
           By
           
             Mnestheus
             ,
             Bias
             ,
             Phidas
             ,
             Stichius
             .
          
        
         
           Meges
           the
           leading
           had
           of
           th'
           Epians
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           Amphion
           and
           Dracius
           .
        
         
           Medon
           and
           Meneptolemus
           brought
           on
        
         
           The
           
             Pthians
             .
             Medon
          
           was
           Ajaxes
           Brother
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           Oileus
           the
           natural
           Son
           ,
        
         
           Not
           gotten
           by
           his
           Wife
           but
           by
           another
           .
        
         
           His
           Wife
           was
           call'd
           Eriopis
           .
           And
           he
        
         
           For
           killing
           of
           her
           Brother
           forced
           fled
        
         
           To
           save
           himself
           to
           th'
           Town
           of
           Phylacie
           ,
        
         
           Where
           Meneptolemus
           was
           born
           and
           bred
           .
        
         
           And
           so
           the
           Phthian
           Leaders
           were
           these
           two
           ,
        
         
           And
           'mongst
           the
           chief
           of
           the
           Boeotians
           sought
        
         
           To
           keep
           the
           Trojans
           from
           approaching
           to
        
         
           The
           Argive
           Ships
           to
           burn
           them
           as
           they
           thought
           .
        
         
           But
           Ajax
           the
           swift
           Son
           of
           Oeleus
        
         
           Not
           all
           this
           while
           departed
           from
           the
           side
        
         
           Of
           Ajax
           Son
           of
           Telamonius
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           two
           Oxen
           which
           the
           ground
           divide
        
         
           Go
           tugging
           of
           the
           Plow
           with
           one
           consent
           ,
        
         
           Till
           underneath
           their
           Horns
           their
           Foreheads
           sweat
           ,
        
         
           So
           labouring
           in
           the
           field
           together
           went
        
         
           Yoakt
           ,
           both
           the
           Little
           Ajax
           and
           the
           Great
           .
        
         
           But
           Telamonius
           was
           followed
        
         
           With
           good
           Companions
           ,
           who
           when
           there
           was
           cause
        
         
           His
           mighty
           Buckler
           for
           him
           carried
           .
        
         
           The
           other
           destitute
           of
           followers
           was
           .
        
         
         
           For
           none
           but
           Locrians
           to
           the
           War
           he
           led
           ,
        
         
           Who
           have
           no
           use
           of
           Bucklers
           when
           they
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Spears
           ,
           nor
           Helmets
           that
           defend
           the
           Head
           ;
        
         
           But
           came
           to
           Troy
           with
           Bows
           and
           Arrows
           light
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           a
           standing
           Fight
           durst
           not
           abide
           .
        
         
           But
           from
           behind
           the
           Argive
           Ranks
           unseen
           ,
        
         
           They
           Hector
           and
           his
           Trojans
           terrifi'd
        
         
           Incessantly
           with
           showrs
           of
           Arrows
           keen
           ,
        
         
           Whilst
           from
           the
           Front
           with
           Spears
           they
           plagued
           were
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           courage
           then
           was
           so
           allaid
           ,
        
         
           That
           into
           Troy
           they
           all
           had
           run
           for
           fear
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           Polydamas
           to
           Hector
           said
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           you
           are
           a
           man
           uncounsellable
           .
        
         
           Because
           in
           deeds
           of
           Arms
           you
           so
           excel
           ,
        
         
           You
           think
           your self
           in
           Counsel
           too
           most
           able
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           all
           vertues
           must
           in
           one
           man
           dwell
           .
        
         
           The
           Gods
           to
           some
           have
           given
           well
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           others
           with
           the
           Muses
           they
           have
           grac'd
           ;
        
         
           Others
           with
           Dance
           the
           people
           to
           delight
           ;
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           minds
           of
           others
           Wisdom
           plac'd
           .
        
         
           The
           fruit
           whereof
           by
           many
           is
           enjoy'd
           :
        
         
           It
           Cities
           saves
           ,
           as
           they
           that
           have
           it
           know
           ,
        
         
           VVhich
           quickly
           would
           without
           it
           be
           destroy'd
           ,
        
         
           But
           what
           we
           are
           to
           do
           I
           'll
           tell
           you
           now
           .
        
         
           The
           VVar
           now
           lyeth
           only
           on
           your
           hand
           :
        
         
           For
           since
           we
           past
           the
           VVall
           ,
           some
           quite
           give
           ore
           ,
        
         
           And
           armed
           as
           they
           were
           do
           idle
           stand
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'
           Enemy
           than
           ours
           that
           fight
           are
           more
           .
        
         
           Therefore
           retire
           and
           call
           the
           Princes
           hither
           ,
        
         
           That
           it
           may
           be
           determin'd
           by
           them
           all
        
         
           Upon
           mature
           deliberation
           ,
           whether
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Argives
           at
           their
           Ships
           to
           fall
        
         
           (
           If
           so
           it
           please
           the
           Gods
           )
           or
           otherwise
           ,
        
         
           Since
           Ajax
           there
           resolved
           is
           to
           stay
           ,
        
         
           How
           with
           most
           safety
           we
           may
           hence
           arise
           .
        
         
           For
           they
           are
           in
           our
           debt
           for
           yesterday
           .
        
         
           So
           said
           Polydamas
           ,
           and
           Hector
           thought
        
         
           The
           counsel
           not
           amiss
           ,
           and
           streight
           obey'd
           .
        
         
           And
           armed
           from
           his
           Charriot
           leapt
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           standing
           on
           the
           ground
           unto
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
         
           Polydamas
           ,
           stay
           you
           ,
           and
           here
           detain
        
         
           The
           Trojan
           Chiefs
           ,
           while
           to
           the
           Fight
           I
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           give
           some
           Orders
           there
           ;
           I
           shall
           again
        
         
           Be
           with
           you
           quickly
           when
           I
           have
           done
           so
           .
        
         
           He
           mist
           Deiphobus
           and
           Helenus
           ,
        
         
           And
           valiant
           
             Adamas
             Afiades
          
           ,
        
         
           And
           Asius
           the
           Son
           of
           Hyrtacus
           ,
        
         
           And
           went
           about
           the
           field
           to
           look
           for
           these
           ;
        
         
           Of
           which
           some
           wounded
           were
           retir'd
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           some
           in
           Battle
           by
           the
           Argives
           kill'd
           .
        
         
           But
           found
           his
           Brother
           Paris
           in
           his
           way
           ,
        
         
           Encouraging
           his
           men
           upon
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           And
           spake
           unto
           him
           ,
           in
           ill
           Language
           ,
           thus
           ,
        
         
           Unlucky
           Paris
           ,
           fine
           man
           ,
           Lover
           keen
           ,
        
         
           Where
           are
           Deiphobus
           and
           Helenus
        
         
           And
           Adamas
           ?
           Where
           are
           they
           to
           be
           seen
           ?
        
         
           And
           what
           is
           of
           Othryoneus
           become
           ?
        
         
           And
           where
           is
           Asius
           ?
           Now
           certainly
        
         
           Down
           to
           the
           ground
           burnt
           will
           be
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           And
           thou
           a
           miserable
           death
           wilt
           die
           .
        
         
           So
           Hector
           said
           ,
           and
           Paris
           thus
           repli'd
           .
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           there
           was
           for
           such
           words
           now
           no
           cause
           .
        
         
           Sometimes
           perhaps
           you
           may
           me
           justly
           chide
           .
        
         
           I
           do
           not
           think
           a
           Coward
           born
           I
           was
           .
        
         
           For
           since
           unto
           the
           Ships
           you
           brought
           the
           War
           ,
        
         
           We
           with
           the
           Greeks
           perpetually
           have
           sought
           ,
        
         
           But
           those
           you
           miss
           slain
           by
           the
           Argives
           are
           ,
        
         
           Save
           that
           Deiphobus
           was
           carri'd
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           Helenus
           ,
           both
           wounded
           in
           the
           hand
           .
        
         
           Now
           lead
           us
           on
           to
           what
           part
           you
           think
           fit
           .
        
         
           We
           ready
           are
           to
           do
           what
           you
           command
           ,
        
         
           As
           far
           as
           strength
           of
           body
           will
           permit
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           his
           Brother
           reconciled
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           both
           went
           to
           where
           cruelly
           they
           fought
        
         
           About
           
             Cebriones
             ,
             Polydamas
          
           ,
        
         
           
             Orthaeus
             ,
             Polyphoetes
          
           ,
           and
           about
        
         
           Phalces
           and
           Palmes
           and
           the
           Children
           two
        
         
           
             (
             Ascanius
             ,
             Moris
          
           )
           of
           Hippotion
           ,
        
         
           Who
           Ilium
           but
           the
           day
           before
           come
           to
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           to
           th'
           Battle
           went
           by
           Jove
           set
           on
           .
        
         
         
           As
           when
           a
           storm
           of
           wind
           falls
           on
           the
           Plain
        
         
           The
           Sea
           erects
           it self
           in
           ridges
           white
           ,
        
         
           And
           foaming
           rolls
           in
           order
           on
           the
           Main
           ▪
        
         
           So
           to
           the
           Greeks
           with
           Helmets
           shining
           bright
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           one
           another
           followed
        
         
           In
           order
           with
           their
           Captains
           to
           the
           Fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hector
           like
           another
           Mars
           at
           th'
           Head
        
         
           With
           Buckler
           round
           and
           strong
           ,
           and
           Armour
           bright
           .
        
         
           His
           Buckler
           he
           before
           him
           held
           far
           out
           ,
        
         
           That
           cover'd
           was
           his
           body
           with
           the
           same
           ,
        
         
           And
           peeping
           under
           it
           he
           look'd
           about
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           that
           posture
           to
           the
           Argives
           came
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           foremost
           Ranks
           went
           here
           and
           there
        
         
           To
           try
           if
           through
           them
           he
           could
           passage
           make
           ;
        
         
           But
           fast
           they
           stood
           ,
           nor
           at
           it
           troubled
           were
           ;
        
         
           And
           Ajax
           seeing
           it
           unto
           him
           spake
           ,
        
         
           Come
           neerer
           man.
           Why
           think
           you
           to
           affright
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           ?
           we
           are
           not
           so
           unus'd
           to
           War.
        
         
           Nor
           are
           we
           driven
           hither
           by
           your
           might
           ;
        
         
           But
           by
           the
           hand
           of
           Jove
           afflicted
           are
           .
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           I
           know
           ,
           to
           burn
           our
           Ships
           you
           think
           ;
        
         
           But
           we
           have
           hands
           as
           good
           the
           Ships
           to
           save
           ,
        
         
           And
           Troy
           will●
           first
           ,
           I
           think
           ,
           int'Ashes
           sink
           .
        
         
           And
           shortly
           ,
           I
           believe
           ,
           you
           'll
           wish
           to
           have
           ,
        
         
           And
           pray
           to
           Jove
           and
           all
           the
           Pow'rs
           on
           high
        
         
           For
           Horses
           that
           run
           faster
           than
           Hawks
           fly
           ,
        
         
           That
           from
           the
           Ships
           you
           may
           go
           speedily
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           an
           Eagle
           Dexter
           presently
        
         
           Flew
           over
           them
           .
           And
           they
           
           Jove's
           Prodigy
        
         
           Received
           gladly
           with
           a
           mighty
           cry
           .
        
         
           Then
           thus
           to
           
             Ajax
             Hector
          
           did
           reply
           .
        
         
           Ajax
           ,
           you
           love
           to
           prate
           and
           brag
           and
           lye
           ▪
        
         
           O
           that
           the
           Son
           of
           Jove
           as
           sure
           were
           I
           ,
        
         
           And
           had
           been
           certainly
           conceived
           by
        
         
           Juno
           Jove's
           Wife
           ,
           and
           as
           a
           Deity
        
         
           Like
           Pallas
           and
           Apollo
           ne're
           to
           die
           ,
        
         
           As
           I
           am
           sure
           great
           woe
           will
           fall
           this
           day
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Argives
           all
           and
           then
           be
           kill'd
        
         
           If
           for
           the
           coming
           of
           my
           Spear
           thou
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           Dogs
           and
           Kites
           shall
           eat
           thee
           in
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           led
           away
           .
           The
           Trojans
           shout
           .
        
         
           So
           do
           the
           Argives
           ,
           and
           resolv'd
           to
           try
        
         
           The
           power
           of
           their
           Foes
           with
           courage
           stout
           .
        
         
           The
           noise
           on
           both
           sides
           went
           up
           to
           the
           sky
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XIV
           .
        
         
           NOw
           Nestor
           with
           Macaon
           drinking
           sat
        
         
           And
           heard
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           fighting
           roar
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           said
           ,
           Macaon
           ,
           hear
           you
           that
           ?
        
         
           The
           noise
           is
           greater
           much
           than
           't
           was
           before
           ▪
        
         
           Let
           Hecamede
           ore
           the
           fire
           set
           water
           ,
        
         
           And
           wash
           away
           the
           blood
           from
           off
           your
           sore
           ,
        
         
           While
           I
           go
           hence
           and
           see
           what
           is
           the
           matter
           .
        
         
           But
           at
           the
           Wine
           sit
           you
           still
           as
           before
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           took
           up
           Thrasymedes
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           And
           Thrasymedes
           (
           his
           Son
           )
           took
           up
           his
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           good
           sharp
           Spear
           went
           to
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           And
           going
           forth
           a
           shameful
           sight
           he
           sees
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           chasing
           while
           the
           Argives
           flie
           ,
        
         
           And
           down
           unto
           the
           ground
           was
           torn
           their
           Wall.
        
         
           And
           then
           as
           when
           a
           Wave
           is
           raised
           high
        
         
           By
           secret
           Gales
           ,
           on
           neither
           side
           can
           fall
           ,
        
         
           Until
           some
           certain
           and
           prevailing
           Wind
        
         
           Comandeth
           in
           the
           Air
           ;
           So
           Nestor
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           two
           thoughts
           distracted
           was
           his
           mind
           ▪
        
         
           Sometimes
           to
           go
           t'
           Atrides
           he
           thought
           good
           ,
        
         
           And
           sometimes
           to
           the
           Battle
           .
           But
           at
           last
        
         
           Resolved
           unto
           Agamemnon
           goes
           ,
        
         
           Whilst
           Shields
           and
           Helmets
           ,
           all
           the
           way
           he
           past
        
         
           Resounded
           in
           his
           ears
           with
           frequent
           blows
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           went
           the
           wounded
           Chiefs
           he
           met
           ,
        
         
           Ulysses
           ,
           Agamemnon
           ,
           Diomed.
        
         
           For
           far
           off
           from
           the
           Fight
           the
           Ships
           were
           set
           ,
        
         
           And
           close
           unto
           the
           Shore
           lay
           at
           a
           head
           .
        
         
           Only
           the
           foremost
           hawl'd
           were
           to
           the
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           And
           close
           astern
           of
           those
           was
           built
           the
           Wall.
        
         
           For
           with
           so
           many
           Ships
           they
           crost
           the
           Main
           ,
        
         
           That
           near
           the
           Field
           they
           could
           not
           place
           them
           all
           .
        
         
         
           But
           side
           by
           side
           along
           the
           Shore
           they
           lay
           ,
        
         
           And
           took
           up
           all
           the
           compass
           of
           the
           Bay.
        
         
           The
           wounded
           men
           ,
           to
           look
           upon
           the
           Fray
        
         
           Helpt
           by
           their
           Spears
           went
           softly
           on
           the
           way
           ,
        
         
           Griev'd
           at
           the
           heart
           ,
           and
           met
           with
           Nestor
           there
           ,
        
         
           Who
           with
           his
           coming
           made
           them
           more
           afraid
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           unto
           them
           Nestor
           was
           come
           near
        
         
           Then
           Agamemnon
           spake
           ,
           and
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           Nestor
           ,
           Glory
           of
           the
           Argive
           Nation
           ,
        
         
           I
           am
           affraid
           that
           Hector
           will
           make
           good
        
         
           That
           which
           he
           promis'd
           once
           in
           his
           Oration
        
         
           Before
           the
           Trojans
           when
           he
           boasting
           stood
           .
        
         
           I
           never
           will
           to
           Troy
           come
           back
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Till
           I
           have
           slain
           these
           Greeks
           ,
           and
           set
           on
           fire
        
         
           Their
           Ships
           And
           now
           performed
           it
           will
           be
           .
        
         
           O
           strange
           !
           Do
           all
           the
           other
           Greeks
           conspire
        
         
           Against
           me
           with
           
             Achilles
             Thetis
          
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           therefore
           are
           resolved
           not
           to
           fight
           ?
        
         
           'T
           is
           plain
           ,
           said
           Nestor
           ,
           some
           such
           thing
           is
           done
           ,
        
         
           Else
           Jove
           himself
           could
           not
           with
           all
           his
           might
        
         
           Have
           made
           such
           work
           .
           The
           Wall
           is
           broken
           down
        
         
           In
           which
           to
           save
           our selves
           we
           did
           confide
           ;
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           Ships
           they
           fight
           ,
           nor
           was
           it
           known
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           could
           it
           be
           observed
           on
           which
           side
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           that
           fighting
           were
           ,
           were
           most
           distrest
           ,
        
         
           So
           thick
           to
           th'
           ground
           in
           ev'ry
           part
           they
           fall
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           's
           consult
           what
           course
           to
           take
           were
           best
           ,
        
         
           If
           counsel
           can
           do
           any
           thing
           at
           all
           .
        
         
           But
           that
           we
           all
           should
           fight
           I
           'll
           not
           advise
           .
        
         
           For
           what
           can
           wounded
           men
           in
           Battle
           do
           ?
        
         
           To
           
             Nestor
             Agamemnon
          
           then
           replies
           ,
        
         
           Nestor
           ,
           since
           now
           the
           War
           is
           brought
           unto
        
         
           Our
           Ships
           ,
           and
           that
           nor
           Wall
           nor
           Trench
           does
           good
           ,
        
         
           And
           much
           the
           Argives
           suffer'd
           have
           who
           thought
        
         
           Their
           Wall
           for
           all
           the
           Trojans
           would
           have
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           our
           hopes
           built
           on
           it
           come
           to
           nought
           .
        
         
           (
           For
           though
           I
           know
           Jove
           once
           was
           to
           us
           kind
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           now
           I
           see
           our
           ruine
           he
           designes
           ,
        
         
           And
           pleasure
           takes
           in
           changing
           of
           his
           mind
           ,
        
         
           And
           aids
           the
           Trojans
           whilst
           our
           hands
           he
           binds
           .
           )
        
         
         
           Let
           's
           all
           to
           what
           I
           saying
           am
           agree
           .
        
         
           The
           Ships
           that
           nearest
           lye
           to
           the
           Sea-side
           ,
        
         
           Drawn
           down
           into
           the
           water
           let
           them
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           till
           Night
           let
           them
           at
           Anchor
           ride
           .
        
         
           And
           if
           the
           Trojans
           then
           give
           over
           fight
           ,
        
         
           We
           'll
           fetch
           away
           the
           rest
           .
           For
           't
           is
           less
           shame
        
         
           A
           danger
           to
           eschew
           ,
           although
           by
           night
           ,
        
         
           Than
           needlesly
           to
           perish
           in
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           frowning
           on
           him
           then
           reply'd
           ,
        
         
           Atrides
           ,
           what
           a
           word
           have
           you
           let
           fall
           ?
        
         
           You
           ought
           of
           Cowards
           to
           have
           been
           the
           guide
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           of
           us
           Achaeans
           General
           .
        
         
           For
           we
           by
           Jove
           are
           fram'd
           for
           actions
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           atchieve
           the
           Wars
           we
           undertake
        
         
           How
           dangerous
           soever
           ,
           or
           to
           dye
           .
        
         
           And
           must
           we
           now
           the
           Siege
           of
           Troy
           forsake
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           so
           much
           labour
           lost
           go
           hence
           ?
        
         
           Peace
           ,
           let
           no
           other
           Greek
           hear
           what
           you
           say
           .
        
         
           Who
           would
           have
           said
           this
           that
           had
           common
           sense
           ,
        
         
           And
           whom
           so
           great
           an
           Army
           did
           obey
           ?
        
         
           Nor
           is
           ,
           in
           how
           to
           fly
           ,
           your
           counsel
           right
           .
        
         
           Must
           we
           our
           Ships
           draw
           down
           from
           off
           the
           Shore
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           same
           time
           with
           the
           Trojans
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Who
           now
           rejoice
           ,
           but
           would
           do
           then
           much
           more
           ?
        
         
           And
           we
           that
           fight
           be
           utterly
           destroy'd
           ?
        
         
           For
           they
           that
           were
           at
           Anchor
           on
           the
           Main
        
         
           Would
           go
           their
           way
           the
           danger
           to
           avoid
           .
        
         
           Thus
           by
           your
           Counsel
           we
           should
           all
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           to
           him
           then
           this
           answer
           gave
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           your
           reproof
           is
           very
           smart
           ;
        
         
           Yet
           not
           command
           but
           counsel
           't
           was
           I
           gave
           ,
        
         
           And
           better
           I
           would
           hear
           with
           all
           my
           heart
           .
        
         
           And
           so
           you
           shall
           ,
           said
           Diomed
           ,
           and
           though
        
         
           Amongst
           you
           all
           the
           youngest
           man
           I
           be
           ,
        
         
           Be
           not
           offended
           with
           it
           .
           For
           you
           know
        
         
           That
           born
           I
           am
           of
           a
           good
           family
           .
        
         
           For
           Portheus
           three
           worthy
           Sons
           begat
        
         
           (
           In
           Calydon
           and
           Pleuron
           they
           all
           dwelled
           )
        
         
           Melas
           ,
           and
           Agrius
           ,
           and
           Oeneus
           that
        
         
           The
           other
           two
           in
           deeds
           of
           Arms
           excelled
           .
        
         
         
           Of
           him
           my
           Father
           Tydeus
           was
           the
           Son
           ,
        
         
           But
           in
           exile
           at
           Argos
           led
           his
           life
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           
           Adrastus's
           Daughters
           marry'd
           one
           ,
        
         
           And
           great
           possessions
           had
           he
           with
           his
           Wife
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           a
           rich
           and
           noble
           house
           did
           keep
           .
        
         
           For
           Corn
           and
           Wine
           and
           Fruit
           he
           had
           much
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           his
           Pastures
           had
           great
           store
           of
           Sheep
           ,
        
         
           And
           chiefly
           was
           for
           Chivalry
           renown'd
           .
        
         
           Therefore
           my
           counsel
           ,
           if
           you
           find
           it
           good
           ,
        
         
           You
           should
           not
           for
           my
           person
           take
           amiss
           ,
        
         
           Since
           I
           dare
           fight
           and
           am
           of
           noble
           blood
           .
        
         
           The
           counsel
           I
           shall
           give
           you
           now
           is
           this
           .
        
         
           Let
           ev'ry
           man
           unto
           the
           Battle
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           place
           the
           wounded
           out
           o'
           th'
           reach
           o'
           th'
           shot
           ,
        
         
           That
           they
           encourage
           may
           against
           the
           Foe
           ,
        
         
           Those
           discontented
           men
           that
           fight
           would
           not
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           went
           together
           to
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           Which
           Neptune
           spying
           did
           not
           idle
           stand
           ,
        
         
           But
           like
           unto
           an
           aged
           man
           in
           sight
        
         
           Came
           in
           and
           took
           Atrides
           by
           the
           hand
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           heart
           (
           said
           he
           )
           now
           leaps
           to
           see
        
         
           The
           slaughter
           of
           the
           Argives
           and
           the
           flight
           ,
        
         
           And
           joys
           therein
           ,
           so
           little
           wit
           has
           he
           .
        
         
           May
           death
           and
           shame
           upon
           him
           for
           it
           light
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           ,
           do
           not
           all
           the
           Gods
           mistrust
           .
        
         
           For
           sure
           I
           am
           you
           'll
           aided
           be
           by
           some
           ,
        
         
           And
           see
           the
           Trojans
           fill
           the
           air
           with
           dust
        
         
           As
           from
           your
           Ships
           they
           fly
           to
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           amongst
           the
           Greeks
           he
           went
           about
           ,
        
         
           And
           loud
           ,
           as
           if
           nine
           or
           ten
           thousand
           men
        
         
           Together
           on
           a
           Plain
           had
           made
           a
           Shout
           ,
        
         
           He
           shouted
           ,
           and
           the
           Greeks
           took
           heart
           agen
           .
        
         
           Now
           Juno
           standing
           on
           Olympus
           high
        
         
           Her
           Brother
           'mongst
           the
           Argives
           saw
           with
           joy
        
         
           And
           Jove
           on
           Ida
           with
           an
           angry
           eye
           ;
        
         
           And
           in
           her
           mind
           consid'ring
           was
           which
           way
        
         
           To
           cosen
           him
           .
           And
           was
           resolv'd
           at
           last
        
         
           To
           go
           to
           Ida
           to
           him
           finely
           drest
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           she
           had
           by
           him
           been
           embrac'd
        
         
           To
           bind
           him
           fast
           ,
           in
           gentle
           sleep
           to
           rest
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           went
           she
           to
           her
           Chamber
           ,
           which
           her
           Son
        
         
           Vulcan
           had
           for
           her
           made
           with
           Door
           posts
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           solid
           Doors
           ,
           which
           of
           the
           Gods
           not
           one
        
         
           Could
           open
           but
           her self
           ,
           such
           mystery
        
         
           Was
           in
           the
           Lock
           and
           Key
           .
           Then
           went
           she
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           fast
           she
           lock'd
           the
           Door
           ,
           and
           there
           alone
        
         
           She
           with
           Ambrosia
           cleans'd
           her
           dainty
           skin
           ,
        
         
           Till
           not
           a
           speck
           unmeet
           was
           lest
           thereon
           .
        
         
           Then
           '
           noints
           her self
           with
           sweet
           Ambrosian
           oyl
           ,
        
         
           That
           as
           unto
           the
           House
           of
           Jove
           she
           went
           ,
        
         
           The
           scent
           thereof
           diffus'd
           was
           all
           the
           while
        
         
           Throughout
           the
           space
           'twixt
           th'
           Earth
           &
           Firmament
           .
        
         
           Then
           comb'd
           and
           pleared
           she
           her
           Golden
           Hair
           ,
        
         
           And
           cloath'd
           her self
           with
           her
           Ambrosian
           Vest
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           Figures
           on
           't
           embroid'red
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           Gold
           Buttons
           button'd
           at
           her
           Breast
           .
        
         
           A
           hundred
           Tassels
           at
           her
           Girdle
           hung
           .
        
         
           And
           wore
           a
           precious
           Pendant
           at
           her
           Ear
        
         
           Of
           three
           rich
           Gems
           .
           And
           over
           all
           she
           flung
        
         
           A
           dainty
           Scar●
           by
           which
           they
           cover'd
           were
           .
        
         
           Then
           on
           her
           tender
           Feet
           she
           ty'd
           her
           Shoes
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           her self
           she
           fully
           had
           array'd
           ▪
        
         
           From
           out
           her
           Chamber
           presently
           she
           goes
           ,
        
         
           And
           Venus
           took
           aside
           and
           to
           her
           said
           .
        
         
           Sweet
           child
           I
           come
           a
           favour
           to
           request
           ;
        
         
           But
           tell
           me
           will
           you
           grant
           it
           ,
           yea
           or
           nay
           .
        
         
           I
           fear
           you
           bear
           me
           ill
           will
           in
           your
           Breast
           ,
        
         
           'Cause
           I
           for
           th'
           Argives
           am
           and
           you
           for
           Troy.
        
         
           And
           Venus
           to
           her
           answer
           made
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Juno
           Jove's
           Sister
           ,
           do
           not
           from
           me
           hide
        
         
           Your
           mind
           ,
           which
           to
           my
           pow'r
           shall
           be
           obey'd
           .
        
         
           Juno
           to
           Venus
           then
           again
           reply'd
           .
        
         
           Lend
           me
           Desire
           and
           Love
           by
           which
           you
           tame
        
         
           Both
           mortal
           men
           and
           the
           Immortal
           Gods.
        
         
           For
           to
           Oceanus
           I
           going
           am
           ,
        
         
           And
           Tethys
           (
           far
           from
           hence
           )
           that
           are
           at
           odds
           .
        
         
           For
           when
           beneath
           the
           Earth
           
             Jove
             Saturn
          
           sent
           ,
        
         
           I
           was
           by
           them
           receiv'd
           and
           cherished
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           with
           one
           another
           discontent
        
         
           They
           will
           not
           come
           together
           in
           one
           bed
           .
        
         
         
           If
           by
           this
           means
           I
           him
           can
           get
           within
        
         
           Loves
           arms
           again
           ,
           no
           jar
           shall
           them
           divide
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           from
           both
           shall
           Love
           and
           Honour
           win
           .
        
         
           And
           Venus
           then
           again
           to
           her
           reply'd
           ,
        
         
           Juno
           ,
           Jove's
           Wife
           and
           Sister
           ,
           your
           request
        
         
           Cannot
           by
           me
           ,
           nor
           ought
           to
           be
           deny'd
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           she
           spake
           she
           from
           about
           her
           Breast
        
         
           The
           fine
           enchanting
           Girdle
           streight
           unty'd
           .
        
         
           Wherein
           embroyd'red
           were
           Love
           and
           Desire
           .
        
         
           Soothing
           ,
           and
           Comfort
           ,
           that
           sufficient
           were
        
         
           A
           Heart
           though
           very
           wise
           to
           set
           on
           fire
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           her
           hands
           she
           puts
           it
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
           Here
           ,
        
         
           Take
           it
           .
           There
           's
           nothing
           wanting
           that
           you
           need
        
         
           When
           you
           would
           have
           a
           man
           or
           God
           beguil'd
           .
        
         
           Put
           it
           but
           in
           your
           Bosome
           ,
           you
           will
           speed
           .
        
         
           So
           Juno
           did
           ,
           and
           as
           she
           did
           it
           smil'd
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           house
           of
           Jove
           then
           Venus
           goes
           .
        
         
           But
           Juno
           ore
           Aemathia
           ,
           and
           all
        
         
           Pieria
           ,
           and
           all
           the
           Thracian
           Snows
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           on
           the
           ground
           her
           foot
           le
           ts
           fall
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           mountain
           Athos
           ore
           the
           Deep
           ,
        
         
           And
           came
           to
           Lemnos
           where
           King
           Thoas
           swaid
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           she
           met
           the
           gentle
           God
           of
           Sleep
           .
        
         
           And
           took
           him
           by
           the
           hand
           ,
           and
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Sweet
           Sleep
           ,
           to
           whom
           both
           men
           and
           Gods
           all
           bow
           ,
        
         
           If
           ever
           with
           my
           Will
           you
           did
           comply
           ,
        
         
           Deny
           not
           what
           I
           shall
           request
           you
           now
           .
        
         
           Diffuse
           sound
           sleep
           a
           while
           upon
           
           Jove's
           eye
        
         
           Assoon
           as
           he
           with
           Love
           is
           satisfy'd
           .
        
         
           And
           I
           will
           thank
           you
           for
           it
           whilst
           I
           live
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           my
           hand
           you
           shall
           receive
           beside
           ,
        
         
           A
           Chair
           of
           beaten
           Gold
           which
           I
           'll
           you
           give
           ;
        
         
           Vulcan
           my
           Son
           shall
           make
           it
           curiously
           ,
        
         
           Together
           with
           a
           Foot-stool
           for
           your
           Foot.
        
         
           And
           Sleep
           to
           Juno
           then
           made
           such
           reply
        
         
           As
           if
           he
           were
           affraid
           and
           durst
           not
           do
           't
           .
        
         
           Juno
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           if
           't
           were
           another
           God
           ,
        
         
           Though
           Ocean
           the
           great
           Sire
           of
           them
           all
           ,
        
         
           I
           durst
           upon
           his
           eyes
           have
           softly
           trod
           .
        
         
           But
           not
           on
           
           Jove's
           ,
           unless
           he
           for
           me
           call
           .
        
         
         
           Your
           Order
           once
           (
           like
           this
           )
           I
           did
           obey
        
         
           Before
           ,
           when
           Hercules
           Jove's
           mighty
           Son
        
         
           Went
           off
           to
           Sea
           after
           he
           conquer'd
           Troy.
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           strong
           unruly
           Winds
           set
           on
        
         
           By
           you
           ,
           with
           mighty
           Blasts
           at
           Sea
           arose
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           best
           friends
           hurri'd
           him
           in
           pain
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           last
           threw
           him
           ashore
           at
           Coos
           .
        
         
           But
           Jupiter
           ,
           when
           he
           awakt
           again
        
         
           The
           Gods
           at
           home
           he
           all
           tost
           up
           and
           down
           ,
        
         
           And
           chiefly
           would
           of
           me
           have
           had
           a
           sight
           .
        
         
           Into
           the
           Sea
           then
           sure
           I
           had
           been
           thrown
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           I
           fled
           ,
           and
           was
           conceal'd
           by
           night
           ,
        
         
           Till
           of
           his
           anger
           blunted
           was
           the
           edge
           .
        
         
           For
           night
           great
           power
           has
           with
           Gods
           and
           Men
        
         
           And
           loth
           was
           Jove
           to
           break
           her
           priviledge
           .
        
         
           T'
           encourage
           him
           then
           Juno
           said
           agen
           ,
        
         
           D'
           ye
           think
           Jove
           will
           as
           angry
           be
           for
           Troy
        
         
           As
           he
           was
           then
           for
           Hercules
           his
           Son
           ?
        
         
           But
           go
           .
           Pasiphae
           you
           shall
           enjoy
           ;
        
         
           She
           's
           fair
           and
           young
           ,
           and
           of
           my
           Graces
           one
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           you
           as
           a
           wife
           shall
           always
           stay
           .
        
         
           Content
           (
           said
           Sleep
           )
           but
           I
           will
           have
           you
           swear
        
         
           By
           Styx
           .
           Come
           ,
           on
           the
           Earth
           now
           one
           hand
           lay
           ,
        
         
           The
           other
           on
           the
           Sea
           ,
           that
           witness
           bear
        
         
           May
           all
           the
           Gods
           below
           ,
           that
           Juno
           will
        
         
           Give
           me
           the
           Grace
           Pasiphae
           to
           Wife
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           as
           Wife
           she
           shall
           dwell
           with
           me
           still
           ,
        
         
           That
           love
           her
           dearly
           as
           I
           do
           my
           life
           .
        
         
           Then
           Juno
           ,
           as
           she
           was
           required
           sware
        
         
           By
           all
           the
           Subtartarian
           Gods
           (
           by
           name
        
         
           They
           Titans
           and
           the
           brood
           of
           Saturn
           are
           .
           )
        
         
           And
           then
           together
           both
           from
           Lemnos
           came
        
         
           To
           Lectos
           ,
           at
           the
           foot
           of
           Ida
           Hill
           ,
        
         
           And
           ore
           the
           Woods
           upward
           their
           way
           they
           took
           .
        
         
           But
           out
           of
           sight
           of
           Jove
           there
           Sleep
           stood
           still
           ;
        
         
           And
           as
           they
           went
           the
           wood
           below
           them
           shook
           .
        
         
           Then
           Sleep
           went
           up
           into
           a
           high
           Fir-tree
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           he
           sat
           in
           likeness
           of
           a
           Fowl
        
         
           (
           All
           cover'd
           ore
           with
           Boughs
           and
           Leaves
           was
           he
           )
        
         
           Call'd
           Chalcis
           by
           the
           Gods
           ,
           by
           us
           an
           Owl
           .
        
         
         
           Juno
           went
           on
           to
           Gargarus
           ,
           where
           Jove
        
         
           Saw
           her
           and
           met
           her
           with
           no
           le●s
           desire
        
         
           Than
           when
           the
           first
           time
           to
           enjoy
           her
           love
        
         
           Without
           their
           Parents
           knowledge
           he
           lay
           by
           her
           .
        
         
           And
           Jove
           then
           standing
           by
           her
           very
           neer
           ,
        
         
           What
           made
           you
           from
           Olympus
           come
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Neither
           your
           Charre
           nor
           Ho●ses
           have
           you
           here
           .
        
         
           Deceitfully
           then
           to
           him
           answer'd
           she
           ,
        
         
           I
           going
           am
           upon
           a
           Visit
           now
        
         
           To
           th'Father
           and
           the
           Mother
           of
           the
           Gods
        
         
           Oceanus
           and
           Tethys
           ;
           who
           you
           know
        
         
           Did
           bring
           me
           up
           .
           For
           now
           they
           are
           at
           odds
           ,
        
         
           And
           angry
           he
           abstaineth
           from
           her
           bed
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           I
           can
           ,
           I
           reconcile
           them
           will.
        
         
           The
           Horses
           that
           me
           brought
           unharnessed
        
         
           Attend
           me
           at
           the
           foot
           of
           Ida
           Hill.
        
         
           But
           that
           I
           from
           Olympus
           hither
           came
           ,
        
         
           Was
           that
           I
           would
           not
           such
           a
           journey
           take
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           make
           you
           acquainted
           with
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           to
           
             Juno
             Jove
          
           again
           thus
           spake
           .
        
         
           You
           may
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           at
           any
           time
           do
           that
           ,
        
         
           But
           let
           us
           now
           with
           Love
           our selves
           delight
           .
        
         
           For
           never
           yet
           upon
           my
           heart
           Love
           sat
        
         
           For
           woman
           or
           for
           Goddess
           with
           such
           might
           .
        
         
           Not
           when
           upon
           the
           Wife
           of
           Ixion
        
         
           The
           wise
           Perithous
           I
           did
           beget
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           when
           the
           fair
           maid
           Danae
           I
           won
        
         
           That
           brought
           forth
           God-like
           Perseus
           ;
           nor
           yet
        
         
           (
           When
           by
           Uropa
           I
           two
           Children
           got
           ,
        
         
           Minos
           and
           Rhadamant
           both
           famous
           men
           )
        
         
           For
           her
           ;
           nor
           Semele
           ,
           when
           I
           begot
        
         
           Bacchus
           mans
           joy
           ;
           nor
           for
           Alcmena
           ,
           when
        
         
           I
           Hercules
           begot
           my
           lusty
           boy
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           
             Ceres
             ,
             Leto
          
           ,
           nor
           your self
           till
           now
           .
        
         
           So
           much
           I
           long
           your
           Beauty
           to
           enjoy
           .
        
         
           Fierce
           Cronides
           (
           then
           answer'd
           Juno
           )
           How
           ?
        
         
           On
           Ida
           top
           ,
           for
           some
           o'th'Gods
           to
           spy
           ,
        
         
           And
           tell
           it
           to
           the
           rest
           to
           make
           them
           sport
           ?
        
         
           Then
           so
           ashamed
           of
           it
           shall
           be
           I
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           shall
           never
           after
           come
           to
           Court.
        
         
         
           You
           have
           a
           Chamber
           without
           Chink
           or
           Hole
        
         
           Made
           you
           by
           Mulciber
           my
           Son
           ,
           whereat
        
         
           Neither
           the
           Sun
           nor
           any
           living
           Soul
        
         
           Can
           peep
           .
           Go
           thither
           if
           you
           will
           do
           that
           .
        
         
           And
           Jove
           to
           Juno
           then
           again
           repli'd
           .
        
         
           That
           Man
           or
           God
           shall
           see
           us
           do
           not
           fear
           ;
        
         
           With
           such
           a
           Cloud
           of
           Gold
           I
           will
           us
           hide
           ,
        
         
           As
           to
           the
           Sun
           himself
           we
           'll
           not
           appear
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           within
           his
           Arms
           his
           Wife
           he
           caught
        
         
           Whilst
           under
           them
           the
           Earth
           made
           to
           arise
        
         
           Great
           store
           of
           Saffron
           ,
           Hyacinth
           ,
           and
           Lote
           .
        
         
           There
           pleased
           Jupiter
           with
           Juno
           lies
           ,
        
         
           Closely
           concealed
           in
           a
           Cloud
           of
           Gold.
        
         
           Away
           went
           Sleep
           unto
           the
           Argive
           Fleet
           ,
        
         
           And
           speaking
           there
           to
           Neptune
           said
           ,
           Be
           bold
           ,
        
         
           And
           help
           the
           Greeks
           a
           while
           .
           Jove
           cannot
           see
           't
           .
        
         
           I
           clos'd
           his
           eyes
           as
           he
           by
           Juno
           lay
           .
        
         
           He
           'll
           soon
           awake
           ;
           but
           help
           the
           Greeks
           till
           then
           ,
        
         
           Who
           now
           before
           the
           Trojans
           dare
           not
           stay
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Sleep
           went
           amongst
           the
           Tribes
           of
           Men
           ,
        
         
           And
           Neptune
           to
           the
           Argive
           Ranks
           ,
           and
           cri'd
           ,
        
         
           Shall
           Hector
           think
           to
           get
           the
           Victory
        
         
           Because
           Achilles
           is
           not
           on
           our
           side
           ?
        
         
           No.
           Of
           Achilles
           little
           need
           would
           be
        
         
           If
           every
           man
           would
           his
           Companion
           chear
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           the
           Counsel
           I
           shall
           give
           obey
           .
        
         
           Arm
           every
           man
           himself
           with
           a
           good
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           Shield
           ,
           and
           Helmet
           strong
           ,
           and
           come
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           follow
           me
           .
           I
           'll
           lead
           you
           to
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           Hector
           (
           though
           bold
           )
           my
           coming
           will
           not
           stay
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           the
           best
           man
           take
           the
           largest
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           a
           weaker
           put
           his
           own
           away
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           well
           pleased
           were
           the
           Argives
           all
        
         
           The
           wounded
           Princes
           arm'd
           themselves
           each
           one
           ;
        
         
           King
           Agamemnon
           first
           the
           General
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           and
           Tydides
           then
           put
           on
        
         
           Their
           Arms
           ,
           and
           every
           way
           the
           Field
           they
           range
           ,
        
         
           Surveying
           Men
           and
           Arms
           ;
           and
           all
           along
        
         
           Make
           weak
           men
           with
           their
           betters
           Armours
           change
           ,
        
         
           And
           give
           their
           heavie
           Arms
           to
           men
           more
           strong
           .
        
         
         
           Thus
           armed
           all
           and
           Neptune
           at
           the
           Head
           ,
        
         
           Who
           with
           a
           great
           and
           long
           Sword
           in
           his
           hand
        
         
           ●ent
           brandishing
           as
           if
           't
           had
           lightned
        
         
           To
           th'Fight
           they
           go
           ;
           no
           man
           durst
           him
           withstand
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           with
           the
           Trojans
           well
           array'd
        
         
           On
           th'
           other
           side
           came
           on
           .
           And
           then
           began
        
         
           Betwixt
           the
           Greeks
           that
           had
           the
           God
           for
           aid
           ,
        
         
           And
           those
           of
           Troy
           led
           by
           a
           val●ant
           man
        
         
           A
           cruel
           fight
           .
           And
           high
           the
           Sea
           arose
        
         
           Up
           to
           the
           Ships
           and
           Tents
           .
           And
           presently
        
         
           With
           Alalaes
           the
           mighty
           Armies
           close
           ;
        
         
           And
           up
           unto
           the
           Heavens
           went
           the
           cry
           .
        
         
           So
           loud
           as
           now
           ,
           the
           Sea
           did
           never
           rore
        
         
           When
           beaten
           't
           was
           in
           t
           '
           heaps
           by
           Boreas
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           Wind
           when
           in
           the
           Woods
           great
           Oaks
           it
           tore
        
         
           Up
           by
           the
           roots
           ;
           nor
           th'
           Wood
           when
           fir'd
           it
           was
           .
        
         
           And
           here
           did
           Hector
           first
           begin
           the
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           greater
           Ajax
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Which
           hit
           him
           ;
           but
           upon
           two
           Belts
           did
           light
        
         
           Which
           one
           upon
           another
           lying
           were
           ,
        
         
           One
           of
           his
           Sword
           ,
           the
           other
           of
           his
           Shield
           .
        
         
           Hector
           was
           angry
           that
           in
           vain
           he
           flung
        
         
           (
           For
           he
           was
           in
           great
           hope
           he
           had
           him
           kill'd
           )
        
         
           And
           now
           retired
           backward
           to
           the
           throng
           .
        
         
           Then
           Ajax
           in
           his
           hand
           took
           up
           a
           Stone
           ,
        
         
           Of
           those
           to
           which
           the
           Greeks
           their
           Ships
           did
           tye
        
         
           (
           For
           there
           amongst
           their
           feet
           lay
           many
           a
           one
           )
        
         
           And
           at
           him
           as
           he
           parted
           lets
           it
           fly
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           a
           Top
           he
           made
           it
           flying
           spin
           .
        
         
           It
           but
           a
           little
           ore
           his
           Buckler
           slew
           ,
        
         
           And
           hit
           him
           'twixt
           his
           Buckler
           and
           his
           Chin
        
         
           Upon
           the
           breast
           ,
           and
           to
           the
           ground
           him
           threw
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           an
           Oak
           is
           overthrown
           by
           Thunder
        
         
           (
           Which
           known
           is
           eas'ly
           by
           the
           Brimstone-smell
           )
        
         
           Men
           look
           upon
           't
           with
           horror
           and
           with
           wonder
           ;
        
         
           So
           gazed
           they
           at
           Hector
           when
           he
           fell
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           hands
           went
           out
           both
           Shield
           and
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           Helmet
           from
           his
           head
           ;
           and
           with
           great
           cry
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           rush
           on
           ,
           and
           in
           fair
           hope
           they
           were
        
         
           To
           gain
           his
           body
           ,
           and
           their
           Spears
           let
           fly
           .
        
         
         
           But
           all
           in
           vain
           .
           For
           by
           Polydamas
           ,
        
         
           Divine
           Aeneas
           ,
           and
           Agenor
           ,
           and
        
         
           Sarpedon
           ,
           and
           by
           Glaucus
           sav'd
           he
           was
           ,
        
         
           Who
           all
           before
           him
           with
           their
           Bucklers
           stand
           .
        
         
           His
           friends
           then
           from
           the
           Battle
           him
           convey'd
        
         
           Unto
           his
           Chariot
           and
           Charioteer
        
         
           That
           close
           behide
           the
           Squadrons
           for
           h●m
           stay'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           his
           Charre
           tow'rds
           Ilium
           they
           him
           bear
           .
        
         
           But
           at
           the
           ford
           of
           Xanthus
           by
           the
           way
        
         
           They
           poured
           water
           on
           his
           face
           ,
           and
           then
        
         
           In
           little
           time
           ,
           as
           on
           the
           ground
           he
           lay
           ,
        
         
           He
           breath'd
           and
           came
           unto
           himself
           agen
           .
        
         
           Then
           sitting
           on
           his
           knees
           he
           cast
           up
           blood
           ;
        
         
           And
           backward
           fell
           unto
           the
           ground
           again
           ;
        
         
           Upon
           his
           eyes
           again
           the
           darkness
           stood
           ,
        
         
           For
           of
           the
           stroke
           remained
           still
           the
           pain
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           assoon
           as
           they
           saw
           Hector
           gone
           ,
        
         
           Took
           heart
           ,
           and
           on
           the
           Trojans
           fiercer
           were
           .
        
         
           Then
           Ajax
           (
           of
           Oileus
           the
           Son
           )
        
         
           Slew
           Satnius
           Son
           of
           Enops
           with
           his
           spear
           .
        
         
           His
           Mother
           Nëis
           was
           a
           very
           fine
        
         
           Nymph
           of
           the
           River
           Satnius
           .
           Of
           the
           same
           ,
        
         
           Enops
           upon
           the
           Bank
           sat
           keeping
           Kine
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           her
           got
           a
           Son
           call'd
           by
           that
           name
           .
        
         
           Him
           Ajax
           now
           struck
           through
           the
           Flank
           and
           slew
           .
        
         
           Then
           for
           the
           Body
           there
           was
           much
           ado
           .
        
         
           At
           him
           Polydamas
           a
           Spear
           then
           threw
           ,
        
         
           Which
           Prothoenors
           shoulder
           pierced
           through
           .
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           hands
           into
           the
           dust
           he
           fell
           .
        
         
           To
           th'
           Greeks
           then
           boasting
           said
           Polydamas
           ,
        
         
           I
           have
           not
           thrown
           in
           vain
           .
           I
           know
           full
           well
        
         
           That
           one
           Greek
           or
           another
           taken
           't
           has
        
         
           To
           lean
           on
           as
           a
           Staff
           i'
           th'
           way
           to
           Hell.
        
         
           At
           this
           the
           Greeks
           were
           griev'd
           ,
           but
           especially
        
         
           The
           heart
           of
           Telamonius
           did
           swell
           .
        
         
           (
           For
           Prothoenor
           slain
           did
           neer
           him
           lie
           ;
           )
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Spear
           threw
           at
           Polydama●
           ,
        
         
           Who
           nimbly
           leapt
           aside
           and
           it
           declin'd
           .
        
         
           But
           by
           Archelochus
           receiv'd
           it
           was
        
         
           Antenors
           Son
           ,
           whose
           death
           the
           Fates
           design'd
           ,
        
         
         
           Who
           having
           on
           his
           Neck
           receiv'd
           the
           wound
           ,
        
         
           His
           Forehead
           and
           his
           Eyes
           ,
           and
           Lips
           ,
           and
           Nose
        
         
           Before
           his
           Legs
           or
           Knees
           came
           to
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           Then
           Ajax
           took
           his
           turn
           ,
           and
           at
           it
           crows
           .
        
         
           Polydamas
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           was
           Prothoenor
        
         
           As
           good
           a
           man
           in
           your
           own
           estimation
           ,
        
         
           As
           this
           man
           that
           was
           Brother
           to
           Antenor
           ,
        
         
           Or
           Son
           ?
           For
           he
           is
           not
           unlike
           that
           Generation
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           he
           ,
           though
           he
           well
           knew
           who
           it
           was
           .
        
         
           Then
           Promachus
           ,
           as
           he
           drew
           off
           the
           dead
        
         
           Was
           killed
           by
           a
           Spear
           from
           Acamas
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           it
           Acamas
           then
           gloried
           .
        
         
           Argives
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           great
           threat'ners
           as
           you
           are
        
         
           You
           vulnerable
           are
           as
           well
           as
           we
           ,
        
         
           And
           no
           less
           subject
           to
           the
           chance
           of
           Warre
           .
        
         
           How
           quiet
           Promachus
           now
           lies
           you
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           so
           I
           hope
           ere
           long
           you
           all
           shall
           lie
           .
        
         
           My
           Brother
           not
           long
           unrevenged
           lay
           .
        
         
           T
           is
           good
           you
           see
           to
           have
           a
           Brother
           nigh
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           this
           had
           said
           he
           went
           away
           .
        
         
           Peneleus
           then
           went
           to
           throw
           his
           Spear
        
         
           At
           Acamas
           ,
           but
           Acamas
           was
           gone
           .
        
         
           But
           yet
           he
           threw
           and
           kill'd
           another
           there
           ,
        
         
           Iliones
           of
           Phorbas
           th'
           onely
           Son
           ,
        
         
           A
           man
           much
           favoured
           by
           Mercury
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           beneath
           his
           Eye-brow
           enter'd
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           ground
           fell
           down
           the
           bloody
           eye
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           went
           on
           unto
           the
           Brain
           within
           ,
        
         
           Then
           sitting
           down
           with
           both
           his
           hands
           outspread
        
         
           The
           deadly
           Spear
           yet
           sticking
           in
           his
           eye
           ,
        
         
           Peneleus
           with
           his
           Sword
           cuts
           of●
           his
           head
        
         
           Which
           to
           the
           ground
           with
           Helmet
           on
           did
           fly
           .
        
         
           Then
           looking
           up
           ,
           he
           to
           the
           Trojans
           said
           ,
        
         
           Tell
           this
           in
           Troy.
           And
           let
           his
           Parents
           mourn
           .
        
         
           For
           
           Promochus's
           Wife
           will
           not
           be
           joy'd
           ,
        
         
           When
           we
           without
           her
           Husband
           shall
           return
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Trojans
           striken
           were
           with
           fear
           ,
        
         
           And
           lookt
           about
           each
           one
           which
           way
           to
           fly
           .
        
         
           Now
           tell
           me
           ,
           Muse
           ,
           Who
           and
           by
           whom
           slain
           were
        
         
           When
           they
           pursu'd
           the
           flying
           Enemy
           .
        
         
         
           Great
           Ajax
           first
           the
           Son
           of
           Telamon
        
         
           Killed
           the
           Mysian
           Leader
           Hyrtius
        
         
           Of
           Gyrtias
           the
           strong
           and
           valiant
           Son.
        
         
           Antilochus
           then
           killed
           Mermerus
        
         
           And
           Phalces
           .
           By
           Meriones
           were
           slain
        
         
           Hippotion
           and
           
             Morys
             .
             Teucer
          
           slew
        
         
           Prothon
           and
           Periphetes
           ,
           good
           men
           twain
           .
        
         
           At
           Hyperenor
           then
           Atrides
           threw
           ,
        
         
           And
           gave
           him
           on
           the
           Flank
           a
           cruel
           wound
           ,
        
         
           And
           where
           the
           Spear
           went
           in
           ,
           his
           Life
           went
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           suddenly
           he
           fell
           unto
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           eyes
           sate
           darkness
           all
           about
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           that
           far
           the
           greater
           number
           slew
           ,
        
         
           The
           lesser
           Ajax
           was
           ,
           Oîleus
           Son.
        
         
           'T
           was
           hard
           to
           scape
           when
           Ajax
           did
           pursue
           ;
        
         
           For
           of
           the
           Argives
           all
           he
           best
           could
           run
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XV.
           
        
         
           WHen
           flying
           they
           had
           past
           the
           Ditch
           and
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           They
           at
           the
           Horses
           and
           the
           Charrets
           stay'd
        
         
           With
           loss
           of
           many
           men
           ,
           and
           looking
           pale
           .
        
         
           And
           Jove
           awakt
           stood
           and
           the
           Field
           survay'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           saw
           the
           Greeks
           pursue
           ,
           and
           Trojans
           fly
           ,
        
         
           And
           Neptune
           with
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           and
           Hector
           laid
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Plain
           ,
           his
           Friends
           there
           sitting
           by
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           a
           little
           of
           his
           Life
           affraid
           .
        
         
           For
           gasping
           he
           scarce
           able
           was
           to
           draw
        
         
           His
           breath
           ,
           and
           blood
           abundance
           vomited
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           knew
           his
           friends
           .
           When
           Jupiter
           him
           saw
           ,
        
         
           Offended
           his
           condition
           pityed
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           on
           Juno
           fiercely
           lookt
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Juno
           ,
           I
           see
           all
           this
           is
           done
           by
           you
           ;
        
         
           And
           if
           you
           for
           it
           with
           a
           whip
           were
           paid
           ,
        
         
           'T
           would
           be
           no
           more
           than
           for
           your
           work
           is
           due
           .
        
         
           Have
           you
           forgot
           how
           once
           you
           swung
           i'
           th'
           Air
           ,
        
         
           And
           had
           two
           Anvils
           hanging
           at
           your
           feet
           ,
        
         
           Your
           hand
           with
           a
           Gold
           Chain
           ty'd
           to
           my
           Chair
           ?
        
         
           Though
           sorry
           were
           the
           other
           Gods
           to
           see
           't
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           had
           I
           any
           seen
           but
           go
           about
        
         
           Your
           Manacles
           or
           Shackles
           to
           untye
           ,
        
         
           I
           from
           the
           Sill
           of
           Heav'n
           had
           thrown
           him
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           strength'ess
           made
           him
           on
           the
           earth
           to
           lye
           .
        
         
           I
           was
           not
           so
           much
           griev'd
           for
           Hercules
        
         
           When
           Boreas
           set
           on
           by
           you
           ,
           arose
        
         
           As
           he
           went
           off
           from
           Troy
           ,
           enrag'd
           the
           Seas
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           last
           threw
           him
           ashore
           at
           Coos
           .
        
         
           But
           I
           to
           Argos
           brought
           him
           safe
           again
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           I
           now
           repeat
           that
           you
           may
           try
        
         
           Whether
           you
           likely
           are
           to
           lose
           or
           gain
           ,
        
         
           Abusing
           our
           familiarity
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Goddess
           Juno
           struck
           with
           fear
           ,
        
         
           By
           Earth
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           and
           Heaven
           about
           i●
           spread
           ,
        
         
           By
           Styx
           (
           which
           is
           our
           greatest
           Oath
           )
           I
           swear
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           your
           Life
           ,
           and
           by
           our
           Nuptial
           Bed
           ,
        
         
           I
           never
           did
           to
           Neptune
           speak
           a
           word
           ,
        
         
           To
           hurt
           the
           Trojans
           ,
           or
           the
           Greeks
           to
           aid
           ;
        
         
           But
           all
           he
           did
           was
           of
           his
           own
           accord
           ,
        
         
           By
           pity
           only
           and
           compassion
           sway'd
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           henceforward
           I
           will
           him
           advise
           ,
        
         
           Seeing
           what
           way
           you
           lead
           ,
           the
           same
           to
           take
           .
        
         
           Then
           Jupiter
           with
           favourable
           eyes
        
         
           On
           Juno
           lookt
           ,
           and
           thus
           unto
           her
           spake
           .
        
         
           Juno
           ,
           if
           we
           were
           both
           one
           way
           inclin'd
           ,
        
         
           Neptune
           would
           quickly
           with
           us
           both
           comply
           .
        
         
           Now
           if
           your
           words
           dissent
           not
           from
           your
           mind
           ,
        
         
           Go
           'mongst
           the
           other
           Gods
           ,
           and
           presently
        
         
           Bid
           Iris
           and
           Apollo
           to
           me
           come
           .
        
         
           For
           Iris
           unto
           Neptune
           I
           will
           send
        
         
           To
           bid
           him
           leave
           the
           Battle
           and
           go
           home
           .
        
         
           To
           Hector
           and
           the
           Trojans
           I
           intend
        
         
           To
           send
           Apollo
           ,
           to
           give
           Hector
           might
           ,
        
         
           And
           cure
           him
           of
           his
           pain
           ,
           that
           he
           may
           lead
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           on
           ,
           and
           put
           the
           Greeks
           to
           flight
           ,
        
         
           That
           Th●tis
           Son
           may
           see
           them
           scattered
           ;
        
         
           And
           he
           shall
           send
           Patroclus
           to
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           Who
           shall
           the
           Trojans
           rout
           and
           kill
           my
           Son
        
         
           Sarpedon
           ,
           and
           himself
           shall
           then
           be
           kill'd
        
         
           By
           
           Hector's
           Spear
           .
           And
           after
           that
           is
           done
        
         
           Achilles
           in
           revenge
           again
           shall
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           his
           hand
           stout
           Hector
           shall
           be
           kill'd
        
         
           Under
           the
           Walls
           of
           Troy
           ,
           i'
           th'
           Trojans
           sight
           ,
        
         
           And
           beaten
           be
           the
           Trojans
           from
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           Till
           Troy
           by
           Pallas
           counsel
           taken
           be
           .
        
         
           Nor
           till
           I
           have
           performed
           all
           I
           said
        
         
           To
           Thetis
           supplicating
           at
           my
           knee
           ,
        
         
           Let
           any
           God
           presume
           the
           Greeks
           to
           aid
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           went
           Juno
           to
           Olympus
           high
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           man
           looks
           ore
           an
           ample
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           To
           any
           distance
           quickly
           goes
           his
           eye
           ;
        
         
           So
           swiftly
           Juno
           went
           with
           little-pain
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           found
           the
           Gods
           at
           Wine
           together
           set
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           her
           coming
           in
           they
           all
           stood
           up
           .
        
         
           But
           Themis
           forward
           went
           and
           Juno
           met
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           her
           hand
           delivered
           the
           Cup
           ,
        
         
           And
           said
           ,
           You
           look
           as
           if
           you
           frighted
           were
        
         
           By
           Jupiter
           for
           something
           .
           But
           what
           is
           't
           ?
        
         
           You
           know
           ,
           said
           Juno
           ,
           that
           he
           is
           severe
           ;
        
         
           And
           you
           shall
           hear
           the
           matter
           if
           you
           list
        
         
           Together
           with
           the
           other
           Gods
           ,
           though
           bad
           .
        
         
           They
           will
           not
           all
           contented
           with
           it
           be
           ;
        
         
           But
           some
           of
           them
           will
           troubled
           be
           and
           sad
           .
        
         
           And
           griev'd
           was
           she
           ,
           though
           speaking
           smilingly
           .
        
         
           Then
           Juno
           went
           up
           to
           her
           Throne
           ,
           and
           sat
           ;
        
         
           And
           unto
           all
           the
           Gods
           spake
           angerly
           ,
        
         
           How
           !
           mad
           (
           said
           she
           )
           or
           foolish
           are
           we
           ,
           that
        
         
           Are
           thinking
           how
           agen
           
           Jove's
           hands
           to
           tye
           ,
        
         
           Who
           careless
           and
           unmov'd
           on
           Ida
           Hill
        
         
           Knows
           his
           own
           strength
           and
           does
           our
           Plots
           despise
           .
        
         
           And
           therefore
           what
           he
           sends
           ,
           be
           't
           good
           or
           ill
           ,
        
         
           We
           'll
           take
           it
           patiently
           if
           we
           be
           wise
           .
        
         
           Nor
           must
           the
           God
           of
           War
           on
           Jove
           complain
           ,
        
         
           Or
           in
           Rebellion
           against
           him
           rise
        
         
           Because
           his
           Son
           Ascalaphus
           is
           slain
           .
        
         
           At
           this
           ,
           with
           both
           his
           hands
           Mars
           clapt
           his
           Thighs
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Gods
           above
           complaining
           said
           ,
        
         
           Pardon
           me
           Gods
           ,
           I
           will
           revenge
           my
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           'mongst
           the
           Argives
           go
           and
           give
           them
           aid
           ,
        
         
           Though
           I
           should
           lye
           amongst
           the
           dead
           .
           Then
           on
        
         
           He
           puts
           his
           Armour
           ,
           and
           gives
           order
           to
        
         
           Terror
           and
           Flight
           his
           Charret
           to
           prepare
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           there
           had
           been
           twice
           as
           much
           ado
        
         
           T'
           appease
           Jove
           anger
           ere
           it
           came
           to
           war
           ,
        
         
           If
           Pallas
           had
           not
           (
           for
           the
           Gods
           afraid
           )
        
         
           Pluckt
           off
           his
           Helmet
           ,
           and
           set
           up
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           pull'd
           his
           Buckler
           off
           ,
           and
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Fool
           ,
           Bedlam
           ,
           What
           have
           you
           no
           Ears
           to
           hear
           ?
        
         
           You
           hear
           what
           news
           now
           Juno
           brings
           from
           Jove
           .
        
         
           And
           if
           you
           care
           not
           though
           your self
           be
           lost
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           let
           the
           danger
           of
           us
           all
           you
           move
           .
        
         
           For
           Jove
           will
           leave
           both
           Greek
           and
           Trojan
           Host
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           coming
           hither
           seize
           us
           one
           by
           one
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           ask
           who
           guilty
           is
           or
           not
           .
        
         
           Therefore
           give
           over
           vexing
           for
           your
           Son
           ,
        
         
           For
           better
           men
           than
           he
           ,
           by
           Gods
           begot
           ,
        
         
           Already
           here
           have
           been
           and
           shall
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           The
           Gods
           cannot
           preserve
           their
           Children
           all
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           she
           brought
           Mars
           to
           his
           place
           again
           .
        
         
           And
           Juno
           to
           their
           houses
           went
           to
           call
        
         
           Iris
           and
           Phoebus
           .
           You
           must
           go
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
        
         
           To
           Jove
           on
           Ida.
           What
           you
           are
           to
           do
           ,
        
         
           You
           will
           by
           Jove
           himself
           informed
           be
        
         
           Assoon
           as
           you
           his
           Presence
           come
           into
           .
        
         
           Her
           message
           done
           ,
           Juno
           resumes
           her
           place
           ,
        
         
           Iris
           and
           Phoebus
           down
           to
           Ida
           fly
           ,
        
         
           And
           finding
           Jove
           ,
           stood
           still
           before
           his
           face
           .
        
         
           Nor
           lookt
           he
           on
           them
           with
           an
           angry
           Eye
           ;
        
         
           For
           soon
           they
           did
           his
           Wives
           command
           obey
           .
        
         
           Then
           speaking
           first
           to
           Iris
           ,
           Go
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           To
           Neptune
           quickly
           ,
           tell
           him
           what
           I
           say
           .
        
         
           Bid
           him
           no
           longer
           at
           the
           Battle
           be
           ,
        
         
           But
           either
           go
           t'
           Olympus
           to
           the
           Gods
           ,
        
         
           Or
           to
           the
           Sea.
           If
           he
           will
           neither
           do
           ,
        
         
           Bid
           him
           consider
           if
           there
           be
           no
           odds
        
         
           As
           well
           in
           strength
           as
           age
           between
           us
           two
           .
        
         
           He
           knows
           that
           all
           the
           other
           Gods
           me
           fear
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           my
           coming
           dareth
           not
           to
           stay
           ,
        
         
           As
           strong
           as
           to
           himself
           he
           doth
           appear
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           swift-footed
           Iris
           went
           her
           way
        
         
           From
           Ida
           hill
           ,
           and
           Jove
           without
           delay
        
         
           And
           swift
           as
           any
           Cloud
           before
           the
           Winds
           ,
        
         
           Came
           down
           unto
           the
           Battle
           before
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           amongst
           the
           
             Argives
             Neptune
          
           finds
           ,
        
         
           And
           going
           to
           his
           side
           ,
           I
           came
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
        
         
           To
           speak
           with
           you
           a
           word
           or
           two
           from
           Jove
           .
        
         
           You
           must
           not
           in
           the
           War
           a
           Party
           be
           .
        
         
           He
           bids
           you
           go
           up
           to
           the
           Gods
           above
           ,
        
         
           Or
           down
           to
           th'
           Sea
           ,
           where
           lies
           your
           own
           command
           .
        
         
           If
           you
           refuse
           ,
           he
           threatens
           you
           with
           War
           ,
        
         
           And
           bids
           you
           have
           a
           care
           〈◊〉
           his
           hand
           ;
        
         
           And
           th'
           Elder
           is
           ,
           he
           saies
           ,
           and
           stronger
           far
           ,
        
         
         
           Which
           you
           your self
           he
           thinks
           will
           not
           deny
           ,
        
         
           Since
           th'
           other
           Gods
           of
           him
           stand
           all
           in
           awe
           .
        
         
           Neptune
           to
           this
           replying
           first
           spake
           high
           .
        
         
           Good
           as
           he
           is
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           it
           is
           not
           Law
           ,
        
         
           Thus
           to
           usurp
           upon
           my
           liberty
           .
        
         
           For
           Sons
           and
           Heirs
           of
           Saturn
           we
           were
           three
        
         
           Begot
           on
           
             Rhea
             .
             Pluto
             ,
             Jove
          
           ,
           and
           I.
        
         
           By
           lot
           the
           Rule
           o'
           th'
           Waters
           came
           to
           me
           .
        
         
           To
           Jove
           the
           Government
           of
           Heaven
           fell
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           Clouds
           ,
           and
           the
           Ethereal
           Sky
           .
        
         
           To
           Pluto
           Darkness
           ,
           and
           the
           rule
           of
           Hell.
        
         
           Earth
           and
           Olympus
           did
           as
           Common
           lye
           .
        
         
           Let
           Jove
           then
           with
           his
           share
           contented
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           encroach
           on
           me
           .
           For
           well
           't
           is
           known
        
         
           I
           hold
           not
           any
           thing
           of
           him
           in
           Fee
           ,
        
         
           But
           live
           as
           he
           should
           do
           ,
           upon
           my
           own
           .
        
         
           He
           should
           not
           unto
           me
           such
           language
           use
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           his
           Children
           that
           will
           be
           affraid
           ,
        
         
           And
           dare
           not
           what
           he
           bids
           them
           ,
           to
           refuse
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Neptune
           spake
           .
           Again
           then
           Iris
           said
           ,
        
         
           Neptune
           ,
           shall
           I
           this
           haughty
           answer
           carry
        
         
           To
           Jove
           ?
           And
           will
           you
           that
           I
           with
           it
           go
        
         
           As
           '
           t
           is
           ?
           The
           Wise
           their
           minds
           oft
           vary
           ;
        
         
           And
           Fury
           on
           the
           Eldest
           wait
           you
           know
           .
        
         
           So
           she
           to
           him
           .
           Then
           Neptune
           thus
           to
           her
           .
        
         
           Iris
           ,
           this
           word
           was
           spoken
           in
           good
           season
           .
        
         
           Much
           worth
           ,
           I
           see
           ,
           is
           a
           wise
           Messenger
           .
        
         
           But
           I
           was
           vext
           ,
           because
           thus
           without
           reason
        
         
           (
           When
           I
           his
           equal
           am
           by
           Birth
           and
           Lot
           )
        
         
           Jove
           uses
           me
           as
           if
           I
           were
           his
           slave
           .
        
         
           Well
           .
           For
           the
           present
           ,
           cross
           him
           I
           will
           not
        
         
           Though
           I
           be
           vext
           .
           That
           answer
           let
           him
           have
           .
        
         
           And
           further
           ,
           That
           if
           he
           without
           consent
        
         
           Of
           me
           ,
           
             Athena
             ,
             Juno
             ,
             Mercurie
          
           ,
        
         
           And
           
             Vulcan
             ,
             Troy
          
           shall
           spare
           ,
           our
           discontent
        
         
           For
           th'
           Argives
           wrong
           ,
           implacable
           will
           be
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           this
           had
           said
           ,
           he
           Fight
           forbears
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           any
           longer
           'mongst
           the
           Argives
           staid
           ,
        
         
           But
           div'd
           into
           the
           Sea
           ore
           head
           and
           ears
           .
        
         
           Then
           Jove
           unto
           Apollo
           spake
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
         
           To
           Hector
           go
           ;
           for
           Neptune
           now
           is
           gone
        
         
           For
           fear
           of
           my
           displeasure
           ;
           had
           he
           stay'd
           ,
        
         
           The
           Sons
           of
           Saturn
           of
           our
           War
           had
           known
           .
        
         
           'T
           was
           wisely
           done
           of
           him
           my
           hand
           t'
           avoid
           .
        
         
           And
           better
           both
           for
           him
           and
           me
           ;
           but
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           shaking
           your
           great
           Shield
           the
           Greeks
           affright
           ,
        
         
           And
           strengthen
           Hector
           and
           incourage
           so
        
         
           That
           he
           the
           Argive
           Lords
           may
           put
           to
           flight
           .
        
         
           And
           follow
           them
           down
           to
           the
           Hellespont
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           them
           for
           their
           hollow
           Ships
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           What
           then
           is
           to
           be
           done
           ?
           I
           'll
           think
           upon
           't
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           intend
           not
           to
           destroy
           them
           quite
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Apollo
           left
           his
           Father
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           And
           down
           he
           came
           to
           Troy
           from
           Ida
           hill
        
         
           Swift
           as
           a
           Falcon
           flying
           at
           a
           Dove
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hector
           on
           the
           ground
           found
           sitting
           still
           ,
        
         
           Not
           laid
           ,
           but
           to
           his
           Senses
           come
           anew
           ,
        
         
           And
           freely
           breathing
           ,
           although
           very
           weak
           ,
        
         
           And
           very
           well
           his
           friends
           about
           him
           knew
           .
        
         
           There
           Phoebus
           standing
           nigh
           did
           to
           him
           speak
           .
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           why
           sit
           you
           here
           alone
           ?
        
         
           O
           kindest
           of
           the
           Gods
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           you
           know
        
         
           That
           Ajax
           wounded
           has
           me
           with
           a
           Stone
           ,
        
         
           So
           that
           I
           am
           disabled
           with
           the
           blow
           ,
        
         
           And
           once
           to
           day
           I
           thought
           I
           should
           have
           gone
        
         
           To
           Erebus
           with
           other
           shadows
           dim
           ;
        
         
           With
           such
           a
           force
           he
           threw
           the
           mighty
           stone
           .
        
         
           Then
           thus
           again
           Apollo
           answered
           him
           .
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           I
           Phoebus
           am
           ,
           and
           hither
           come
        
         
           From
           Jove
           ,
           against
           the
           Greeks
           to
           give
           you
           aid
           ,
        
         
           And
           ever
           have
           wisht
           well
           to
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           Lead
           to
           the
           Ships
           your
           Troops
           .
           Be
           not
           afraid
           .
        
         
           Hector
           at
           this
           encourag'd
           was
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           a
           Horse
           at
           Rack
           and
           Manger
           fed
        
         
           Breaking
           his
           Headstal
           scudds
           upon
           the
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           And
           high
           into
           the
           Air
           he
           holds
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           His
           Mane
           upon
           his
           shoulders
           plays
           with
           th'
           Air
        
         
           And
           proud
           is
           in
           his
           Freedom
           to
           behold
        
         
           The
           pleasant
           River
           and
           the
           Pastures
           fair
           ,
        
         
           To
           which
           he
           had
           accustom'd
           been
           of
           old
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           swiftly
           to
           the
           same
           is
           carried
           ;
        
         
           So
           swiftly
           now
           went
           Hector
           to
           each
           part
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           Field
           his
           Troops
           enc●●raged
           ,
        
         
           After
           Apollo
           once
           had
           giv'n
           〈◊〉
           heart
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           when
           Swains
           with
           Curs
           to
           chase
           a
           Ro
        
         
           Go
           forth
           into
           the
           Field
           ,
           and
           with
           their
           cry
        
         
           Rouse
           a
           fierce
           Lion
           ,
           they
           the
           Prey
           let
           go
        
         
           To
           save
           it self
           i'th'Woods
           or
           Rochers
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           both
           the
           men
           and
           dogs
           are
           forc'd
           to
           fly
           ;
        
         
           Just
           so
           the
           Greeks
           whilst
           they
           in
           Bodies
           fight
           ,
        
         
           They
           save
           themselves
           ;
           but
           seeing
           Hector
           nigh
        
         
           They
           troubled
           were
           ,
           and
           lost
           their
           courage
           quite
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           them
           spake
           Thoas
           Andraemon's
           Son
           ,
        
         
           Well
           skill'd
           at
           distance
           or
           at
           hand
           to
           fight
        
         
           Amongst
           th'
           Aetolians
           better
           there
           was
           none
           ,
        
         
           And
           few
           compare
           with
           him
           for
           Counsel
           might
           .
        
         
           O
           strange
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           what
           wondrous
           sight
           is
           this
           !
        
         
           I
           verily
           thought
           Hector
           had
           been
           slain
        
         
           By
           Ajax
           hand
           .
           But
           see
           he
           risen
           is
           .
        
         
           Some
           God
           or
           other
           rais'd
           him
           has
           again
           ,
        
         
           He
           kill'd
           us
           has
           already
           many
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           more
           is
           likely
           now
           to
           slay
           .
        
         
           For
           Jupiter
           defends
           him
           now
           as
           then
           .
        
         
           But
           come
           ,
           let
           's
           all
           my
           Counsel
           now
           obey
           .
        
         
           Let
           us
           that
           most
           pretend
           to
           Fortitude
        
         
           Stay
           here
           imbattl'd
           to
           receive
           the
           Fo
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Ships
           send
           back
           the
           multitude
           .
        
         
           For
           thither
           ,
           I
           think
           ,
           Hector
           dares
           not
           go
           :
        
         
           This
           Counsel
           was
           approv'd
           ,
           and
           then
           stood
           out
        
         
           Ajax
           ,
           Idomeneus
           ,
           Meriones
           ,
        
         
           
             Teucer
             ,
             Meges
          
           ,
           and
           such
           as
           were
           most
           stout
           ,
        
         
           And
           one
           Battalion
           was
           made
           of
           these
        
         
           Th'
           impression
           of
           Hector
           to
           sustain
        
         
           Till
           to
           the
           Ships
           the
           rest
           retreated
           were
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           with
           his
           Troops
           came
           on
           amain
           ,
        
         
           Himself
           the
           foremost
           shaking
           his
           long
           Spear
           .
        
         
           Apollo
           march'd
           before
           him
           to
           the
           field
        
         
           Concealing
           in
           a
           Cloud
           his
           glorious
           Head
           ,
        
         
           And
           carri'd
           in
           his
           hand
           a
           shining
           Shield
        
         
           Which
           whosoever
           laid
           his
           eyes
           on
           〈◊〉
        
         
         
           'T
           was
           made
           at
           first
           by
           Mulciber
           ,
           and
           then
        
         
           Given
           to
           Jove
           when
           he
           came
           down
           to
           fight
        
         
           Against
           the
           Squadrons
           of
           rebellious
           men
           ,
        
         
           To
           make
           them
           fly
           the
           Field
           at
           the
           first
           sight
           .
        
         
           Expecting
           Hector
           close
           the
           Argives
           stand
           ,
        
         
           And
           loud
           and
           sharp
           on
           both
           sides
           was
           the
           cry
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           a
           Spear
           from
           every
           lusty
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           Air
           Arrows
           abundance
           fly
           ,
        
         
           And
           Spears
           ;
           whereof
           some
           flying
           home
           did
           kill
           ,
        
         
           And
           others
           would
           have
           done
           but
           short
           they
           fell
           .
        
         
           As
           long
           as
           Phoebus
           did
           his
           Shield
           hold
           still
           ,
        
         
           Many
           a
           Soul
           on
           both
           sides
           flew
           to
           Hell.
        
         
           When
           shaking
           it
           he
           made
           the
           Argives
           see
           it
           ,
        
         
           They
           stricken
           were
           with
           fear
           ,
           and
           suddenly
        
         
           Their
           heavie
           hearts
           fell
           down
           into
           their
           feet
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           they
           made
           all
           haste
           they
           could
           to
           fly
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           a
           Herd
           or
           Flock
           is
           frighted
           when
        
         
           A
           Wolf
           or
           Lion
           coming
           on
           they
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           no
           assistance
           have
           of
           Dogs
           or
           Men
           ;
        
         
           So
           th'
           Argives
           scatter'd
           before
           Hector
           flee
           .
        
         
           Then
           slain
           by
           Hector
           was
           Arcestlaus
           ,
        
         
           And
           Stichius
           who
           the
           Boeotians
           led
           .
        
         
           The
           other
           a
           good
           friend
           of
           Mnesteus
           was
           ;
        
         
           Both
           killed
           were
           by
           Hector
           as
           they
           fled
           ;
        
         
           
             Aeneas
             Medon
          
           slew
           and
           Iäsus
           .
        
         
           Medon
           was
           little
           Ajax
           Bastard-Brother
           ,
        
         
           And
           lived
           from
           his
           Father
           Oileus
           ,
        
         
           By
           th'instigation
           of
           his
           Stepmother
        
         
           Eriopis
           ,
           whose
           Brother
           he
           had
           slain
           .
        
         
           And
           Iäsus
           th'
           Athenian
           Leader
           was
           ,
        
         
           But
           back
           to
           Atheas
           led
           them
           not
           again
           .
        
         
           His
           Father
           was
           
             Sphelus
             Bucalidas
          
           .
        
         
           Mecestes
           slain
           was
           by
           Polydamas
           .
        
         
           
             Polites
             Echius
          
           slew
           in
           the
           first
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           Clonius
           by
           Agenor
           killed
           was
           ;
        
         
           And
           Deiochus
           by
           Paris
           in
           the
           flight
        
         
           Whilst
           from
           the
           Foe
           each
           one
           his
           Armour
           takes
           ,
        
         
           The
           flying
           Greeks
           into
           the
           Ditch
           leapt
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           encumber'd
           mightily
           with
           Stakes
        
         
           Were
           forced
           to
           retire
           within
           the
           Wall.
        
         
         
           Then
           Hector
           roared
           to
           the
           Trojans
           ,
           saying
           ,
        
         
           On
           to
           the
           Ships
           ,
           and
           let
           the
           dead
           men
           lie
           .
        
         
           I
           'll
           be
           his
           death
           whom
           ever
           I
           find
           staying
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           shall
           he
           buri'd
           be
           or
           burned
           by
        
         
           His
           friends
           and
           kin
           ,
           but
           in
           the
           Fields
           of
           Troy
        
         
           Be
           left
           for
           Dogs
           to
           tear
           and
           haul
           about
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           unto
           the
           Ships
           he
           drave
           away
        
         
           By
           th'
           Trojans
           follow'd
           with
           a
           mighty
           shout
           .
        
         
           Phoebus
           before
           them
           march'd
           ,
           and
           with
           his
           foot
        
         
           Into
           the
           Trench
           threw
           down
           the
           Earth
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           an
           easie
           and
           plain
           passage
           through
           it
        
         
           As
           far
           as
           one
           a
           Spear
           can
           well
           hurl
           ,
           when
        
         
           He
           hurleth
           for
           a
           wager
           .
           To
           the
           Wall
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           go
           ,
           Apollo
           there
           again
        
         
           Before
           them
           is
           ,
           and
           eas'ly
           makes
           it
           fall
           ,
        
         
           As
           Children
           when
           themselves
           they
           entertain
        
         
           With
           making
           pretty
           things
           upon
           the
           Sands
           ,
        
         
           Then
           comes
           into
           their
           heads
           another
           toy
           ,
        
         
           And
           down
           they
           push
           this
           with
           their
           feet
           or
           hands
           ;
        
         
           So
           easily
           Apollo
           did
           destroy
        
         
           The
           Argives
           mighty
           work
           ,
           and
           bring
           the
           fight
        
         
           Again
           unto
           the
           Ships
           .
           Where
           now
           they
           pray'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           one
           anothers
           courage
           did
           excite
           .
        
         
           Nestor
           to
           Heaven
           held
           up
           his
           hands
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           Jove
           ,
           if
           you
           the
           Sacrifice
           accepted
           have
        
         
           Of
           any
           Greek
           before
           he
           hither
           came
           ,
        
         
           And
           promis'd
           that
           the
           Army
           you
           would
           save
           ,
        
         
           O
           ,
           at
           our
           Prayer
           now
           perform
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           Let
           us
           not
           perish
           by
           the
           Trojans
           here
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Nestor
           pray'd
           ,
           and
           then
           Jove
           thundered
           ,
        
         
           Declaring
           that
           his
           Prayers
           granted
           were
           .
        
         
           At
           this
           the
           Trojans
           were
           encouraged
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           their
           hopes
           interpreting
           
           Jove's
           mind
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Greeks
           with
           greater
           fury
           fall
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Wave
           is
           thrown
           by
           some
           great
           wind
        
         
           Into
           a
           Ship
           ,
           so
           pass'd
           they
           at
           the
           Wall
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Ships
           they
           went
           with
           Horse
           and
           Char.
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           into
           their
           Ships
           went
           up
           to
           fight
        
         
           And
           with
           long
           Spears
           made
           for
           a
           Naval
           War
        
         
           And
           pointed
           well
           with
           Brass
           ,
           and
           shining
           bright
           .
        
         
         
           The
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           push
           at
           one
           another
           ,
        
         
           These
           mounted
           stood
           upon
           their
           Charrets
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           higher
           on
           their
           black
           Ships
           stood
           the
           other
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           that
           till
           now
           sat
           quietly
        
         
           (
           Because
           the
           fight
           was
           only
           at
           the
           Wall
           )
        
         
           And
           to
           Eurypylus
           his
           care
           appli'd
        
         
           And
           Med'cines
           fit
           to
           cure
           his
           wounds
           withal
           .
        
         
           And
           sat
           discoursing
           with
           him
           by
           his
           side
           ,
        
         
           Now
           when
           he
           saw
           the
           Trojans
           were
           within
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           Argives
           heard
           the
           woful
           cries
           ,
        
         
           And
           saw
           the
           fear
           and
           danger
           they
           were
           in
           ,
        
         
           With
           both
           his
           hands
           then
           clapped
           he
           his
           Thighs
           .
        
         
           Eurypylus
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           I
           cannot
           stay
           ;
        
         
           For
           mightily
           encreased
           is
           th'affray
           .
        
         
           Your
           wound
           be
           dressed
           by
           your
           Servant
           may
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           Achilles
           I
           must
           go
           away
           .
        
         
           Who
           knows
           but
           I
           may
           win
           him
           at
           the
           last
        
         
           To
           help
           the
           Greeks
           ?
           This
           said
           ,
           away
           he
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           left
           Eurypylus
           ,
           and
           made
           what
           hast
        
         
           He
           could
           to
           get
           unto
           Achilles
           Tent.
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           Victory
           no
           way
           inclin'd
           .
        
         
           Neither
           the
           Greeks
           could
           make
           the
           Trojans
           fly
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           yet
           the
           Trojans
           as
           they
           had
           design'd
           ,
        
         
           Back
           from
           the
           Ships
           could
           force
           the
           Enemy
           ;
        
         
           But
           level
           hung
           the
           wings
           of
           Victory
        
         
           As
           when
           two
           Scales
           are
           charg'd
           with
           equal
           weight
        
         
           Made
           by
           the
           Art
           of
           Pallas
           curiously
           ,
        
         
           The
           Beam
           lies
           level
           in
           the
           Air
           and
           straight
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           one
           time
           at
           divers
           Ships
           they
           fought
           .
        
         
           Directly
           unto
           
             Ajax
             Hector
          
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           sharp
           fighting
           was
           one
           Ship
           about
           .
        
         
           Hector
           to
           burn
           ,
           Ajax
           to
           save
           it
           meant
           .
        
         
           Here
           Ajax
           with
           a
           long
           Spear
           in
           his
           hand
        
         
           Killed
           Caletor
           ,
           Hector's
           Brother's
           Son
           ,
        
         
           As
           he
           was
           coming
           with
           a
           flaming
           brand
        
         
           To
           fire
           the
           Ship
           ,
           and
           di'd
           before
           't
           was
           done
           .
        
         
           This
           Hector
           saw
           ,
           and
           to
           his
           fellows
           cri'd
           ,
        
         
           Trojans
           and
           friends
           defend
           the
           body
           dead
        
         
           Of
           Clytius
           Son
           ,
           and
           shrink
           not
           from
           my
           side
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           spake
           his
           long
           Spear
           from
           him
           fled
           ,
        
         
         
           Which
           (
           aim'd
           at
           Ajax
           )
           fell
           on
           Lycophron
           ,
        
         
           A
           man
           that
           was
           to
           Ajax
           very
           dear
           ,
        
         
           But
           born
           at
           Cythera
           ,
           and
           Mastors
           Son
           ,
        
         
           That
           having
           kill'd
           a
           man
           durst
           not
           stay
           there
           ,
        
         
           But
           unto
           Ajax
           fled
           ,
           and
           with
           him
           stay'd
           ,
        
         
           Till
           now
           by
           
           Hector's
           Spear
           struck
           through
           the
           head
        
         
           He
           di'd
           .
           Then
           Ajax
           to
           his
           Brother
           said
           ,
        
         
           Teucer
           ,
           our
           friend
           Mastorides
           is
           dead
           .
        
         
           You
           know
           how
           much
           we
           honour'd
           him
           at
           home
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           Hector
           that
           has
           slain
           him
           .
           Where
           are
           now
        
         
           Your
           deadly
           Arrows
           ?
           And
           what
           is
           become
        
         
           Of
           (
           Phoebus
           g●ft
           )
           your
           so
           egregious
           Bow
           ?
        
         
           Which
           Teucer
           hearing
           quickly
           with
           him
           was
        
         
           With
           Bow
           and
           Quiver
           in
           his
           hand
           ,
           and
           shot
           ,
        
         
           And
           slew
           the
           Servant
           of
           Polydamas
           ,
        
         
           That
           had
           the
           guiding
           of
           his
           Chariot
        
         
           Clitus
           by
           name
           ,
           who
           while
           in
           vain
           he
           sought
        
         
           By
           driving
           to
           where
           hottest
           was
           the
           fight
           ,
        
         
           From
           Hector
           and
           the
           Trojans
           thanks
           t'
           have
           got
           ,
        
         
           The
           fatal
           Arrow
           on
           his
           Neck
           did
           light
           .
        
         
           Then
           down
           he
           fell
           .
           The
           frighted
           Horses
           shook
        
         
           The
           empty
           Charre
           .
           Then
           came
           Polydamas
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           heads
           the
           capring
           Horses
           took
           ,
        
         
           And
           sets
           Astynous
           in
           Clitus
           place
           ;
        
         
           And
           gave
           him
           a
           strict
           charge
           to
           hold
           them
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           But
           not
           to
           come
           with
           them
           into
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           Then
           Teucer
           lets
           another
           Arrow
           fly
        
         
           At
           Hector
           ,
           which
           if
           it
           had
           hit
           him
           right
           ,
        
         
           He
           never
           at
           the
           Ships
           again
           had
           fought
           .
        
         
           But
           Jupiter
           was
           pleas'd
           to
           save
           him
           now
           ,
        
         
           And
           brake
           the
           Bow-string
           .
           Then
           in
           vain
           flew
           out
        
         
           The
           Arrow
           ,
           and
           into
           the
           dust
           the
           Bow.
        
         
           And
           Teucer
           to
           his
           Brother
           made
           his
           moan
           .
        
         
           Ajax
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           is
           't
           not
           a
           wondrous
           thing
           ?
        
         
           My
           Bow
           is
           started
           from
           my
           hand
           and
           gone
           ,
        
         
           Some
           God
           or
           other
           broken
           has
           the
           String
           .
        
         
           Yet
           new
           't
           was
           made
           this
           morning
           purposely
        
         
           To
           last
           all
           day
           .
           Teucer
           ,
           said
           Ajax
           then
           ,
        
         
           Cannot
           you
           let
           your
           Bow
           and
           Quiver
           lie
           ,
        
         
           And
           fight
           with
           Spear
           in
           hand
           like
           other
           men
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           give
           unto
           the
           Greeks
           encouragement
           ?
        
         
           No.
           Though
           the
           Gods
           above
           should
           in
           their
           hate
        
         
           To
           let
           the
           Trojans
           take
           our
           Ships
           be
           bent
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           let
           us
           sell
           them
           at
           a
           lusty
           rate
           .
        
         
           Teucer
           then
           laid
           his
           Bow
           up
           in
           his
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           arm'd
           himself
           with
           Helmet
           and
           with
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           And
           a
           good
           Spear
           ,
           and
           back
           to
           Ajax
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           found
           him
           where
           he
           left
           him
           in
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           When
           Hector
           saw
           that
           
           Teucer's
           noble
           Bow
        
         
           Was
           useless
           now
           ,
           he
           to
           his
           Squadrons
           cry'd
           ,
        
         
           Trojans
           and
           Lycians
           come
           on
           boldly
           now
           ,
        
         
           For
           Teucer
           now
           his
           Bow
           hath
           laid
           aside
           .
        
         
           Jove
           brake
           the
           String
           .
           I
           saw
           it
           with
           these
           eyes
           .
        
         
           For
           easily
           it
           may
           discerned
           be
        
         
           To
           whom
           the
           hand
           of
           Jove
           intends
           the
           Prize
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           whom
           he
           denies
           the
           Victory
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           upon
           our
           side
           he
           is
           you
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           Greeks
           their
           courage
           takes
           away
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           Ships
           let
           's
           go
           couragiously
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           fear
           of
           death
           no
           man
           dismay
           .
        
         
           For
           why
           should
           any
           of
           us
           fear
           to
           dye
           ?
        
         
           When
           for
           his
           Country
           't
           is
           ,
           it
           is
           no
           shame
           .
        
         
           And
           if
           we
           make
           the
           Enemy
           to
           fly
           ,
        
         
           Sav'd
           are
           his
           Wife
           and
           Children
           ,
           Goods
           ,
           and
           Name
           .
        
         
           Whilst
           Hector
           thus
           the
           Trojans
           did
           excite
           ,
        
         
           Ajax
           unto
           the
           Argives
           spake
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           We
           must
           now
           either
           put
           our
           Foes
           to
           flight
           ,
        
         
           Or
           make
           account
           we
           shall
           be
           all
           destroy'd
           .
        
         
           If
           Hector
           here
           to
           burn
           our
           Ships
           should
           chance
           ,
        
         
           Can
           you
           go
           home
           again
           (
           d'
           ye
           think
           )
           afoot
           ?
        
         
           He
           calleth
           on
           his
           men
           .
           'T
           is
           not
           to
           dance
           ,
        
         
           But
           fire
           our
           Ships
           if
           we
           will
           let
           him
           do
           't
           .
        
         
           For
           us
           't
           is
           better
           in
           close
           Fight
           to
           die
        
         
           Here
           all
           at
           once
           ,
           or
           get
           the
           Victory
        
         
           Than
           here
           ,
           God
           knows
           how
           long
           consuming
           lie
        
         
           And
           peck
           in
           vain
           at
           a
           weak
           Enemy
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Ajax
           rais'd
           the
           courage
           of
           th'
           Achaeans
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           slew
           the
           Son
           of
           Perim●d
           ,
        
         
           Stichius
           that
           had
           command
           of
           the
           Phocoe●ns
           .
        
         
           And
           Ajax
           slew
           Laoda●as
           that
           led
        
         
         
           The
           Trojan
           Foot
           ,
           and
           was
           
           Antenor's
           Son.
        
         
           And
           Otus
           by
           Polydamas
           was
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Otus
           that
           led
           the
           bold
           Ep●ians
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           was
           a
           friend
           of
           Meges
           .
           He
           again
        
         
           A
           Spear
           threw
           at
           Polydamas
           ,
           and
           mist.
        
         
           For
           Phoebus
           kindness
           had
           for
           Panthus
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           present
           wit
           did
           him
           assist
        
         
           To
           turn
           about
           and
           let
           the
           Spear
           go
           on
           .
        
         
           And
           Croesmus
           there
           receiv'd
           it
           on
           his
           Brest
           ,
        
         
           And
           down
           he
           fell
           .
           Then
           
             Dolops
             Lampus
          
           Son
        
         
           (
           Lampus
           that
           was
           of
           living
           men
           the
           best
           ,
        
         
           And
           Grandchild
           of
           the
           King
           Laomedon
           )
        
         
           To
           be
           reveng'd
           at
           Meges
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Which
           pass'd
           his
           Shield
           ,
           but
           in
           his
           Breastplate
           staid
           ,
        
         
           The
           Breastplate
           which
           his
           Father
           us'd
           to
           wear
        
         
           With
           many
           Plyes
           of
           strong
           Mail
           overlaid
           ,
        
         
           And
           given
           was
           to
           Phyleus
           by
           his
           Guest
        
         
           At
           Ephyre
           ,
           wherewith
           in
           martial
           strife
        
         
           From
           deadly
           stroaks
           of
           Spears
           to
           save
           his
           Brest
           .
        
         
           And
           of
           his
           Son
           it
           now
           preserv'd
           the
           l●fe
           .
        
         
           But
           
             Meges
             Dolops
          
           hit
           upon
           the
           Head
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           Crest
           struck
           off
           the
           goodly
           Main
        
         
           Which
           he
           but
           newly
           then
           had
           dyed
           red
           .
        
         
           But
           Dolops
           still
           the
           Fight
           did
           well
           maintain
           ,
        
         
           Till
           Menelaus
           stole
           unto
           his
           Side
           ,
        
         
           And
           struck
           him
           through
           the
           Shoulder
           with
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           No
           longer
           stood
           he
           then
           ,
           but
           fell
           and
           dy'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           both
           of
           them
           to
           strip
           him
           going
           were
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           then
           call'd
           out
           to
           all
           his
           Kin
           ,
        
         
           And
           unto
           Menalippus
           specially
           ,
        
         
           Who
           while
           the
           Greeks
           were
           absent
           lived
           in
        
         
           Percote
           ,
           and
           took
           care
           of
           th'Husbandry
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           the
           A●give
           Fleet
           to
           Troy
           was
           come
           ,
        
         
           He
           then
           return'd
           his
           Country
           to
           defend
           ,
        
         
           And
           liv'd
           in
           
           Priam's
           house
           at
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           And
           proud
           the
           Trojans
           were
           of
           such
           a
           friend
           .
        
         
           And
           lov'd
           he
           was
           by
           Priam
           as
           his
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           unto
           him
           Hector
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Have
           we
           for
           Dolops
           no
           compassion
           ,
        
         
           Or
           to
           defend
           his
           body
           are
           affraid
           ?
        
         
         
           Come
           follow
           me
           .
           We
           must
           no
           longer
           play
        
         
           At
           distance
           with
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           but
           either
           they
        
         
           Must
           utterly
           deface
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           kill
           us
           all
           ,
           or
           we
           them
           all
           destroy
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           away
           they
           both
           together
           went
        
         
           To
           save
           the
           Body
           of
           their
           Cosen
           dead
           ,
        
         
           And
           A●ax
           with
           a
           contrary
           intent
        
         
           His
           Argives
           to
           the
           Fight
           encouraged
           .
        
         
           Argives
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           to
           Honour
           have
           an
           eye
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           your
           fellows
           Censures
           have
           a
           care
           .
        
         
           For
           slain
           are
           alwaies
           more
           of
           those
           that
           fly
        
         
           Than
           those
           that
           of
           base
           flight
           ashamed
           are
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           though
           of
           it
           no
           great
           need
           there
           was
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           they
           presently
           obey'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           Ships
           stood
           like
           an
           Hedg
           of
           Brass
           .
        
         
           But
           on
           came
           Hector
           not
           at
           all
           afraid
           .
        
         
           T'
           Antilochus
           then
           Menelaus
           said
           ,
        
         
           Amongst
           us
           there
           is
           none
           that
           better
           can
        
         
           Both
           fight
           and
           run
           .
           Why
           should
           you
           be
           afraid
        
         
           To
           leap
           unto
           the
           throng
           and
           kill
           your
           man
           ?
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           away
           again
           went
           Menelaus
           .
        
         
           Antilochus
           leapt
           out
           before
           the
           rest
        
         
           And
           threw
           his
           Spear
           at
           Menalippus
           ,
           as
        
         
           He
           coming
           was
           ,
           and
           hit
           him
           on
           the
           Brest
           .
        
         
           No
           sooner
           was
           he
           fallen
           to
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           Than
           to
           the
           Spoil
           Antilochus
           ran
           in
           .
        
         
           As
           quick
           as
           when
           upon
           a
           Deer
           a
           Hound
        
         
           Runs
           in
           ,
           that
           by
           the
           Hunter
           kill'd
           had
           been
           .
        
         
           But
           soon
           as
           he
           saw
           Hector
           coming
           on
           ,
        
         
           As
           valiant
           as
           he
           was
           he
           durst
           not
           stay
           ;
        
         
           But
           as
           some
           wild
           Beast
           that
           had
           mischief
           done
        
         
           Ere
           people
           could
           assemble
           ,
           run
           away
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           follow'd
           him
           with
           clamour
           loud
           ,
        
         
           And
           Spears
           abundance
           after
           him
           they
           threw
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           ran
           on
           and
           got
           into
           the
           croud
           .
        
         
           But
           they
           unto
           the
           Ships
           the
           Greeks
           pursue
           .
        
         
           For
           Jupiter
           to
           make
           his
           promise
           good
        
         
           To
           Thetis
           ,
           hitherto
           the
           Greeks
           dismaid
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           Battle
           with
           the
           Trojans
           stood
        
         
           Until
           he
           had
           performed
           all
           he
           said
           .
        
         
         
           But
           meant
           to
           stay
           no
           longer
           with
           them
           ,
           than
        
         
           To
           see
           some
           Argive
           Ship
           with
           fire
           to
           shine
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           let
           the
           Greeks
           prevail
           agen
           .
        
         
           From
           the
           beginning
           such
           was
           his
           designe
        
         
           In
           aiding
           Hector
           ,
           who
           now
           furiously
        
         
           Went
           on
           like
           Mars
           ,
           or
           like
           fire
           in
           a
           Wood
           ,
        
         
           With
           foam
           about
           his
           mouth
           ,
           and
           fire
           in
           's
           eye
           .
        
         
           And
           Jove
           himself
           came
           down
           and
           ore
           him
           stood
        
         
           To
           save
           him
           when
           he
           was
           hem'd
           in
           by
           Foes
           ,
        
         
           And
           honour
           him
           ,
           since
           't
           was
           his
           destiny
        
         
           That
           not
           long
           after
           he
           his
           Life
           should
           lose
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           none
           but
           Achilles
           hand
           should
           dye
           .
        
         
           Now
           Hector
           looking
           where
           the
           best
           men
           stood
        
         
           And
           armed
           best
           ,
           try'd
           first
           to
           break
           in
           there
           .
        
         
           Keen
           as
           he
           was
           he
           there
           could
           do
           no
           good
           ;
        
         
           So
           close
           they
           joyn'd
           to
           one
           another
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           stuck
           like
           great
           stones
           in
           a
           Tow'r
           or
           Rock
        
         
           That
           of
           the
           boyst'rous
           Winds
           and
           Billows
           high
        
         
           Which
           break
           upon
           it
           still
           endures
           the
           shock
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           other
           places
           went
           to
           try
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           he
           pass'd
           .
           Then
           as
           a
           Wave
           high
           grown
           ,
        
         
           When
           in
           foul
           weather
           forced
           by
           the
           wind
        
         
           Under
           dark
           Clouds
           ,
           into
           a
           Ship
           is
           thrown
        
         
           The
           Mist
           and
           roaring
           Sails
           bring
           to
           the
           mind
        
         
           Of
           the
           poor
           Seamen
           nothing
           but
           to
           dye
           ;
        
         
           So
           frighted
           were
           the
           Greeks
           .
           But
           forward
           he
        
         
           Still
           went
           ;
           And
           as
           when
           in
           the
           Meadows
           by
        
         
           The
           Rivers
           side
           thousands
           of
           Kine
           there
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'Herdsmen
           see
           a
           Lion
           to
           them
           come
           ,
        
         
           But
           with
           a
           wild
           Beast
           know
           not
           how
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Some
           go
           before
           them
           ,
           and
           behind
           them
           some
           ,
        
         
           The
           Lion
           falleth
           on
           them
           in
           their
           sight
        
         
           Between
           both
           ends
           ,
           and
           killeth
           only
           one
           ,
        
         
           The
           rest
           all
           fly
           ;
           So
           th'
           Argives
           all
           before
        
         
           He●tor
           and
           Jupiter
           dispersed
           run
           .
        
         
           But
           only
           one
           was
           killed
           and
           no
           more
           .
        
         
           And
           Periphetes
           't
           was
           the
           worthy
           Son
        
         
           Of
           an
           unworthy
           Father
           Copreus
           ,
           who
           ,
        
         
           When
           any
           labour
           great
           was
           to
           be
           done
        
         
           By
           Hercules
           ,
           did
           from
           Eurystheus
           go
        
         
         
           As
           Messenger
           to
           carry
           the
           commands
           .
        
         
           But
           Periphetes
           Vertue
           wanted
           none
           .
        
         
           His
           Feet
           were
           swift
           ,
           and
           valiant
           were
           his
           Hands
           ,
        
         
           A
           wiser
           man
           Mycena
           had
           not
           one
           .
        
         
           But
           slain
           he
           was
           .
           For
           as
           he
           turn'd
           to
           fly
           ,
        
         
           He
           trod
           upon
           the
           edge
           of
           his
           own
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           And
           overthrown
           upon
           his
           Back
           did
           lye
           ;
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           stab
           of
           
           Hector's
           Spear
           was
           kill'd
           .
        
         
           His
           friends
           ,
           though
           many
           standing
           by
           him
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           griev'd
           to
           see
           him
           fall
           ,
           did
           him
           no
           good
           .
        
         
           For
           ev'ry
           one
           now
           for
           himself
           did
           fear
           ,
        
         
           And
           out
           of
           
           Hector's
           way
           kept
           all
           he
           cou'd
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           retreated
           were
           no
           further
           yet
        
         
           Than
           to
           between
           the
           first
           and
           second
           Row
        
         
           Of
           th'
           Argive
           Ships
           ;
           but
           forc'd
           that
           place
           to
           quit
           ,
        
         
           Near
           to
           their
           Tents
           themselves
           they
           rally
           now
           .
        
         
           Where
           Nestor
           them
           encouraged
           agen
           .
        
         
           Argives
           ,
           my
           friends
           ,
           be
           valiant
           now
           (
           said
           he
           )
        
         
           And
           if
           at
           any
           time
           now
           play
           the
           men
           .
        
         
           Of
           one
           anothers
           Censures
           fearful
           be
           .
        
         
           Besides
           ,
           by
           what
           you
           should
           be
           moved
           most
           ,
        
         
           Your
           Parents
           ,
           Children
           ,
           Wives
           ,
           and
           Goods
           and
           Land
           ,
        
         
           Whether
           you
           have
           them
           still
           or
           have
           them
           lost
           .
        
         
           I
           you
           conjure
           against
           the
           Foe
           to
           stand
           .
        
         
           This
           Nestor
           said
           ,
           the
           Argives
           to
           exite
           :
        
         
           And
           Pallas
           from
           them
           took
           the
           Mist
           again
           ,
        
         
           That
           they
           might
           see
           who
           did
           ,
           who
           did
           not
           fight
        
         
           Both
           at
           the
           Ships
           and
           elswhere
           on
           the
           Plain
           .
        
         
           But
           
             Ajax
             Telamonius
          
           thought
           not
           good
        
         
           To
           stay
           with
           other
           Argives
           in
           the
           throng
           ,
        
         
           But
           up
           into
           a
           Ship
           he
           went
           and
           stood
        
         
           With
           a
           Ship
           spear
           twenty
           two
           Cubits
           long
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           man
           that
           taught
           has
           been
           to
           guide
        
         
           Four
           Horses
           at
           a
           time
           ,
           and
           in
           his
           hand
        
         
           Holdeth
           their
           Reins
           while
           they
           go
           side
           by
           side
           ,
        
         
           And
           people
           on
           the
           way
           admiring
           stand
           ,
        
         
           He
           from
           one
           Horse
           unto
           another
           skips
           ,
        
         
           And
           makes
           them
           run
           together
           to
           the
           Town
           ;
        
         
           So
           Ajax
           ore
           the
           Argives
           ranged
           Ships
        
         
           To
           save
           them
           ,
           and
           the
           Tents
           ran
           up
           and
           down
           .
        
         
         
           And
           terribly
           unto
           the
           Argives
           cry'd
        
         
           To
           play
           the
           men
           .
           Nor
           Hector
           'mongst
           his
           Troops
        
         
           Could
           be
           perswaded
           longer
           to
           abide
           ;
        
         
           But
           suddenly
           as
           a
           black
           Eagle
           stoops
        
         
           At
           a
           great
           Flock
           of
           Geese
           ,
           or
           Cranes
           ,
           or
           Swans
           ;
        
         
           So
           Hector
           of
           the
           Argive
           Ships
           to
           one
        
         
           Flew
           down
           ,
           and
           Jove
           with
           his
           puissant
           hands
        
         
           Behind
           him
           marching
           alwaies
           pusht
           him
           on
           .
        
         
           Then
           at
           the
           Ships
           the
           Fight
           began
           again
           ,
        
         
           More
           cruel
           than
           before
           .
           You
           would
           have
           said
        
         
           They
           had
           no
           sense
           of
           weariness
           or
           pain
           ,
        
         
           So
           mightily
           they
           all
           about
           them
           laid
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           were
           in
           despair
           of
           their
           return
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           thought
           the
           Argive
           Lords
           to
           rout
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           Ships
           that
           brought
           them
           thither
           burn
           .
        
         
           Thus
           minded
           on
           each
           side
           they
           fiercely
           fought
           .
        
         
           Upon
           a
           Shi●
           then
           Hector
           laid
           his
           hand
           ,
        
         
           Which
           brought
           Protesilaus
           unto
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           But
           never
           back
           unto
           his
           native
           Land.
        
         
           For
           this
           good
           Ship
           they
           one
           another
           slay
           .
        
         
           Arrows
           and
           Darts
           no
           longer
           slew
           about
           ;
        
         
           But
           now
           with
           Battle-axes
           of
           great
           strength
        
         
           In
           one
           anothers
           reach
           they
           stood
           and
           fought
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           great
           Spears
           and
           of
           a
           mighty
           length
           ,
        
         
           And
           great
           keen
           Swords
           ,
           whereof
           from
           dying
           hands
        
         
           Abundance
           fell
           on
           either
           side
           to
           th'
           ground
           ;
        
         
           And
           covered
           were
           with
           streaming
           bloud
           the
           Sands
           ,
        
         
           That
           gushed
           out
           from
           many
           a
           ghastly
           wound
           .
        
         
           But
           Hector
           on
           the
           Ship
           his
           hand
           held
           fast
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           his
           Trojans
           call'd
           aloud
           for
           Fire
           .
        
         
           This
           day
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           requites
           our
           ill
           days
           past
           .
        
         
           To
           burn
           these
           Ships
           .
           Jove
           with
           us
           doth
           conspire
           .
        
         
           And
           set
           on
           fire
           they
           had
           been
           long
           ago
        
         
           (
           For
           I
           would
           gladly
           at
           the
           Ships
           have
           fought
           )
        
         
           But
           that
           the
           Senate
           would
           not
           have
           it
           so
           ,
        
         
           And
           kept
           both
           you
           and
           me
           from
           going
           out
           .
        
         
           But
           though
           by
           Jove
           then
           smitten
           were
           their
           hearts
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           boldly
           now
           himself
           he
           leads
           us
           on
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Trojans
           bravely
           play
           their
           parts
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           more
           vigour
           fought
           than
           they
           had
           done
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           on
           the
           Deck
           no
           longer
           Ajax
           stay'd
           ,
        
         
           So
           many
           Spears
           went
           singing
           by
           his
           head
           .
        
         
           For
           if
           he
           there
           had
           stood
           he
           was
           afraid
        
         
           That
           some
           unlucky
           Spear
           would
           strike
           him
           dead
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           far
           side
           of
           the
           Ship
           retreats
           ,
        
         
           Leaving
           the
           Deck
           which
           fenceless
           was
           and
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           sat
           upon
           one
           of
           the
           Rowers
           seats
           ,
        
         
           And
           still
           upon
           the
           Trojans
           kept
           his
           eye
           .
        
         
           And
           thence
           he
           from
           the
           fire
           the
           Ship
           defends
           ,
        
         
           And
           terribly
           on
           th'
           Argive
           Heroes
           calls
        
         
           To
           do
           their
           best
           .
           We
           have
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           no
           friends
        
         
           Behinde
           to
           save
           our
           lives
           ,
           nor
           better
           Walls
        
         
           Than
           those
           we
           made
           ;
           nor
           any
           City
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           That
           can
           or
           willing
           are
           our
           part
           to
           take
           .
        
         
           But
           far
           from
           home
           in
           hostile
           ground
           we
           lie
           ,
        
         
           And
           hemmed
           in
           are
           by
           the
           briny
           lake
           ;
        
         
           And
           nothing
           can
           redeem
           us
           but
           our
           hands
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           lookt
           about
           him
           furiously
        
         
           To
           see
           if
           any
           durst
           approach
           with
           Brands
           ,
        
         
           Resolv'd
           to
           kill
           him
           that
           with
           Fire
           came
           nigh
           .
        
         
           And
           many
           to
           the
           Ship
           with
           Fire
           were
           sent
        
         
           By
           Hector
           ;
           but
           when
           they
           approached
           near
           ,
        
         
           Ajax
           continually
           did
           them
           prevent
           ,
        
         
           And
           twelve
           he
           killed
           with
           his
           Naval
           Spear
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XVI
           .
        
         
           THus
           fiercely
           fought
           the
           Trojans
           and
           the
           Greeks
           .
        
         
           And
           with
           Achilles
           was
           Patroclus
           now
        
         
           With
           tears
           abundance
           running
           down
           his
           Cheeks
           ,
        
         
           Like
           Springs
           that
           from
           a
           high
           Rock
           streaming
           flow
           .
        
         
           No
           sooner
           him
           Achilles
           weeping
           spi'd
        
         
           But
           piti'd
           him
           .
           Why
           weep
           you
           so
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Like
           a
           Childe
           running
           by
           his
           Mothers
           side
           ,
        
         
           And
           holding
           by
           her
           Coat
           would
           carri'd
           be
           ?
        
         
           Bring
           you
           some
           News
           that
           none
           but
           you
           can
           tell
           ?
        
         
           Menoetius
           and
           Peleus
           still
           do
           live
        
         
           At
           Phthia
           with
           the
           Myrmidons
           ,
           and
           well
           .
        
         
           If
           not
           ,
           we
           both
           have
           cause
           enough
           to
           grieve
           .
        
         
           Or
           is
           it
           that
           the
           Greeks
           are
           slaughter'd
           so
           ,
        
         
           And
           fall
           before
           the
           Ships
           ?
           't
           is
           for
           their
           pride
           ?
        
         
           Speak
           what
           's
           the
           matter
           ,
           that
           we
           both
           may
           know
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           sobbing
           to
           him
           then
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           O
           Son
           of
           Peleus
           ,
           of
           all
           Greeks
           the
           best
           ,
        
         
           Forgive
           me
           if
           in
           this
           necessity
        
         
           I
           freely
           speak
           .
           They
           that
           excel
           the
           rest
        
         
           In
           Prowess
           ,
           at
           the
           Ships
           all
           wounded
           lie
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           wounded
           is
           and
           Diomed
           ,
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           and
           Eurypylus
           ,
        
         
           And
           cur'd
           may
           be
           ,
           but
           stand
           us
           in
           no
           sted
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           does
           your
           Vertue
           any
           good
           to
           us
           .
        
         
           O
           Gods
           let
           never
           anger
           in
           me
           dwell
        
         
           Like
           this
           of
           yours
           .
           If
           you
           cannot
           ,
           who
           can
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           from
           the
           Argive
           Fleet
           repel
           ,
        
         
           And
           save
           so
           many
           lives
           ?
           O
           cruel
           man
           !
        
         
           The
           noble
           Peleus
           sure
           was
           not
           your
           Father
           ;
        
         
           Born
           of
           the
           Goddess
           Thetis
           you
           were
           not
           .
        
         
           Sprung
           from
           the
           raging
           Sea
           I
           think
           you
           rather
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           by
           some
           hard
           Rock
           you
           were
           begot
           .
        
         
         
           But
           if
           you
           stand
           upon
           some
           Prophecie
           ,
        
         
           Or
           Thetis
           have
           forbidden
           you
           to
           fight
        
         
           From
           Jove
           ,
           yet
           send
           some
           Myrmidons
           with
           me
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           may
           to
           the
           Argives
           give
           some
           light
           .
        
         
           But
           in
           your
           Armour
           let
           me
           be
           array'd
           ,
        
         
           That
           when
           they
           see
           me
           they
           may
           think
           me
           you
           ,
        
         
           And
           back
           into
           the
           City
           run
           dismay'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'
           Argives
           wearied
           take
           breath
           anew
           .
        
         
           For
           long
           the
           Trojans
           have
           endur'd
           the
           Fight
           ;
        
         
           And
           if
           fresh
           Enemies
           they
           coming
           see
           ,
        
         
           With
           little
           labour
           they
           'll
           be
           put
           to
           flight
           ,
        
         
           And
           leave
           the
           Argive
           Tents
           and
           Navy
           free
           .
        
         
           Thus
           prayed
           he
           ,
           but
           'gainst
           himself
           he
           pray'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           rashly
           su'd
           to
           cast
           his
           life
           away
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           Achilles
           answer
           made
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           My
           dear
           Patroclus
           what
           is
           this
           you
           say
           ?
        
         
           I
           stand
           not
           on
           ,
           nor
           care
           for
           Prophecy
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           yet
           by
           Jove
           forbidden
           am
           to
           fight
           ;
        
         
           But
           at
           my
           heart
           it
           lieth
           grievously
           ,
        
         
           My
           equal
           should
           oppress
           me
           by
           meer
           might
           .
        
         
           A
           Town
           I
           won
           ,
           in
           which
           we
           found
           great
           Prey
           .
        
         
           For
           my
           reward
           the
           Greeks
           gave
           me
           a
           Maid
           ,
        
         
           Which
           Agamemnon
           from
           me
           took
           away
           ,
        
         
           Only
           because
           more
           people
           him
           obey'd
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           I
           were
           a
           man
           of
           little
           worth
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           that
           pass
           .
           Though
           once
           I
           never
           meant
        
         
           My
           Myrmidons
           should
           with
           the
           Greeks
           go
           forth
        
         
           To
           Battle
           till
           the
           Foes
           were
           at
           my
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           since
           the
           Argive
           Ships
           with
           such
           a
           mist
        
         
           Of
           Trojans
           on
           the
           shore
           environ'd
           lie
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'
           Argives
           wanting
           room
           can
           scarce
           resist
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           the
           pow'r
           of
           Troy
           for
           enemy
           ,
        
         
           Take
           you
           my
           Arms
           and
           lead
           unto
           the
           Fight
        
         
           The
           Myrmidons
           .
           The
           Trojans
           shall
           not
           see
        
         
           My
           Helmet
           neer
           ,
           to
           put
           them
           in
           a
           fright
           .
        
         
           If
           Agamemnon
           had
           been
           just
           to
           me
           ,
        
         
           The
           Ditches
           had
           been
           fill'd
           with
           Trojans
           dead
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           into
           the
           very
           Camp
           they
           break
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           can
           resisted
           be
           by
           Diomed.
        
         
           To
           save
           the
           Ships
           Tydides
           is
           too
           weak
           .
        
         
         
           Nor
           can
           that
           hateful
           mouth
           of
           Atreus
           Son
        
         
           Be
           heard
           for
           Hector
           ,
           who
           the
           Air
           doth
           fill
        
         
           With
           roaring
           to
           the
           Trojans
           to
           fall
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           shouting
           of
           the
           Trojans
           as
           they
           kill
           .
        
         
           Yet
           so
           ,
           Patroclus
           ,
           charge
           them
           lustily
           ,
        
         
           For
           fear
           the
           Ships
           should
           all
           be
           set
           on
           fire
           ;
        
         
           Then
           lost
           the
           Greeks
           are
           without
           remedy
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           their
           Country
           never
           shall
           retire
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           what
           I
           shall
           say
           give
           ear
           unto
           .
        
         
           To
           th'
           end
           the
           Greeks
           may
           honour
           me
           ,
           and
           send
        
         
           Briseis
           back
           with
           Gifts
           ,
           you
           thus
           must
           do
           .
        
         
           When
           you
           have
           freed
           the
           Ships
           ,
           there
           make
           an
           end
        
         
           And
           come
           away
           .
           If
           Jove
           give
           you
           success
        
         
           No
           longer
           without
           me
           pursue
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           'T
           will
           make
           my
           honour
           with
           the
           Greeks
           the
           less
           .
        
         
           Nor
           in
           the
           slaughter
           take
           so
           much
           delight
        
         
           As
           to
           proceed
           up
           to
           the
           Walls
           of
           Troy
           ;
        
         
           Lest
           by
           some
           God
           or
           other
           you
           be
           checkt
           .
        
         
           But
           having
           freed
           the
           Ships
           come
           straight
           away
        
         
           (
           Apollo
           has
           for
           Troy
           a
           great
           respect
           )
        
         
           And
           leave
           both
           sides
           to
           fight
           upon
           the
           Plain
        
         
           Till
           (
           grant
           it
           O
           ye
           Gods
           )
           there
           left
           are
           none
           ,
        
         
           But
           you
           and
           I
           ,
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           to
           gain
           .
        
         
           Thus
           they
           to
           one
           another
           talkt
           alone
           .
        
         
           Ajax
           by
           this
           time
           from
           the
           Ship
           was
           gone
           ,
        
         
           Forc'd
           by
           the
           Spears
           that
           from
           the
           Trojans
           flew
           ,
        
         
           And
           weakned
           by
           the
           hand
           of
           
           Saturn's
           Son.
        
         
           For
           at
           his
           head
           the
           Trojans
           always
           threw
           ,
        
         
           And
           forc'd
           he
           was
           to
           hold
           his
           great
           Shield
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           weari'd
           was
           thereby
           his
           Buckler-hand
           .
        
         
           With
           Spear
           in
           hand
           no
           Trojan
           durst
           come
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           But
           pelting
           him
           with
           Spears
           aloof
           they
           stand
           .
        
         
           The
           sweat
           ran
           down
           his
           Limbs
           ,
           nor
           could
           he
           well
           ,
        
         
           Though
           mightily
           for
           breath
           he
           pull'd
           ,
           respire
           .
        
         
           Now
           tell
           me
           Muses
           that
           in
           Heav'n
           do
           dwell
           ,
        
         
           How
           came
           the
           Ship
           first
           to
           be
           set
           on
           fire
           ?
        
         
           Thus.
           Hector
           with
           his
           broad
           Sword
           at
           a
           blow
        
         
           The
           Spear
           of
           Ajax
           chanc'd
           to
           cut
           in
           twain
        
         
           Where
           to
           the
           staff
           the
           head
           was
           fixt
           ,
           and
           so
        
         
           His
           mighty
           Naval
           Spear
           he
           shook
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
         
           The
           head
           of
           Brass
           flew
           humming
           to
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           This
           Ajax
           saw
           ,
           and
           frighted
           was
           to
           see
        
         
           Jove
           thus
           the
           counsel
           of
           the
           Greeks
           confound
           ,
        
         
           To
           give
           unto
           the
           Trojans
           Victorie
           ,
        
         
           And
           went
           his
           way
           .
           Then
           in
           the
           Trojans
           came
        
         
           With
           Brands
           of
           flaming
           fire
           ;
           and
           presently
        
         
           The
           hind
           part
           of
           the
           Ship
           was
           all
           in
           flame
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           with
           his
           hand
           then
           clapt
           his
           Thigh
        
         
           And
           to
           Patroclus
           said
           ,
           A
           flame
           I
           see
        
         
           Rise
           at
           the
           Ships
           .
           'T
           is
           time
           that
           you
           were
           gone
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           our
           Retreat
           should
           intercepted
           be
           .
        
         
           Away
           and
           quickly
           put
           my
           Armour
           on
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Patroclus
           first
           of
           all
           puts
           on
        
         
           His
           Boots
           of
           War
           ,
           and
           to
           his
           legs
           them
           ti'd
        
         
           With
           Silver
           Clasps
           ;
           and
           next
           of
           Thetis
           Son
        
         
           The
           Breast-plate
           good
           he
           to
           his
           Breast
           appli'd
        
         
           With
           Golden
           Stars
           like
           Heaven
           beautifi'd
           .
        
         
           His
           Sword
           then
           ore
           his
           shoulder
           he
           puts
           on
           ,
        
         
           With
           Silver
           Studs
           to
           hang
           down
           by
           his
           side
           ;
        
         
           And
           then
           his
           Helmet
           shining
           like
           the
           Sun
        
         
           He
           puts
           upon
           his
           head
           ;
           and
           last
           of
           all
        
         
           He
           took
           two
           Spears
           that
           fit
           were
           for
           his
           hand
           .
        
         
           But
           not
           that
           which
           Achilles
           fought
           withal
           .
        
         
           For
           that
           none
           but
           Achilles
           could
           command
           .
        
         
           A
           great
           and
           strong
           and
           heavy
           Spear
           it
           was
           ,
        
         
           Made
           of
           an
           Ash
           cut
           down
           i'
           th'
           woody
           hill
        
         
           Of
           Pelius
           ,
           and
           by
           Chiron
           given
           't
           was
        
         
           To
           Peleus
           ,
           his
           mighty
           Foes
           to
           kill
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           Achilles
           Charre
           Automedon
        
         
           The
           Horses
           Balius
           and
           Xanthus
           ti'd
           ,
        
         
           That
           were
           by
           Zephyrus
           begotten
           on
        
         
           Podarge
           seeding
           by
           the
           Oceans
           side
           ;
        
         
           And
           at
           their
           heads
           he
           Pedasus
           did
           place
        
         
           (
           A
           Horse
           he
           took
           at
           Thebe
           in
           the
           Prey
           )
        
         
           That
           with
           them
           both
           was
           able
           to
           keep
           pace
           ,
        
         
           Though
           he
           were
           mortal
           ,
           and
           immortal
           they
           .
        
         
           While
           by
           his
           Charre
           Patroclus
           arming
           stands
           ,
        
         
           Apace
           from
           Tent
           to
           Tent
           Achilles
           runs
           ,
        
         
           And
           calleth
           unto
           those
           that
           had
           Commands
           ,
        
         
           To
           Arm
           and
           bring
           away
           the
           Myrmidons
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           came
           they
           and
           about
           Patroclus
           stood
        
         
           Like
           Wolves
           that
           on
           a
           lusty
           Stag
           had
           fed
           ,
        
         
           And
           lapping
           stain'd
           the
           River
           with
           his
           blood
           ,
        
         
           With
           Bellies
           full
           and
           hearts
           encouraged
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           together
           were
           ,
           Achilles
           then
        
         
           Appointed
           who
           i'th'Field
           should
           them
           command
           .
        
         
           To
           Troy
           he
           Ships
           brought
           with
           him
           five
           times
           ten
           ,
        
         
           From
           ev'ry
           Ship
           came
           fifty
           men
           to
           land
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           five
           Bodies
           he
           made
           of
           them
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           Captains
           five
           by
           whom
           they
           led
           should
           be
           .
        
         
           But
           was
           himself
           the
           Captain-General
           ;
        
         
           For
           of
           the
           Myrmidons
           the
           King
           was
           he
           .
        
         
           Of
           these
           five
           Captains
           one
           Menestius
           was
           ,
        
         
           Who
           was
           the
           River
           Sperchius
           his
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           name
           of
           Boro
           then
           did
           pass
        
         
           His
           Mother
           was
           of
           Peleus
           Daughters
           one
           ,
        
         
           And
           Polydora
           was
           her
           name
           .
           And
           she
        
         
           To
           Perierus
           had
           been
           married
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           his
           Wife
           reputed
           constantly
        
         
           Before
           she
           was
           of
           M'nestius
           brought
           to
           bed
           .
        
         
           The
           second
           Bands
           were
           by
           Eudorus
           led
           ,
        
         
           The
           Son
           of
           Polymela
           a
           fair
           Maid
           .
        
         
           Hermes
           of
           her
           became
           enamoured
           ,
        
         
           As
           at
           a
           Dance
           her
           Beauty
           he
           survay'd
           .
        
         
           It
           was
           upon
           
           Diana's
           Holy-day
        
         
           He
           saw
           her
           dancing
           ,
           and
           at
           night
           he
           got
        
         
           Unseen
           into
           her
           bed
           and
           with
           her
           lay
           ,
        
         
           And
           his
           brave
           Son
           Eudorus
           then
           begot
           .
        
         
           To
           Echecles
           she
           after
           married
           .
        
         
           Her
           Father
           Phylas
           to
           him
           took
           her
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           unto
           mans
           estate
           him
           nourished
           ,
        
         
           And
           lov'd
           no
           less
           than
           if
           t
           'had
           been
           his
           own
           .
        
         
           The
           third
           Pisandrus
           led
           that
           swift
           could
           run
           ,
        
         
           And
           had
           at
           fighting
           with
           a
           Spear
           more
           art
        
         
           In
           bloudy
           War
           than
           any
           Myrmidon
        
         
           Amongst
           them
           all
           (
           Patroclus
           set
           apart
           .
           )
        
         
           The
           fourth
           was
           by
           the
           old
           Knight
           Phoenix
           led
           .
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           fifth
           ,
           charge
           had
           Alcimedon
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           were
           all
           together
           gathered
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           them
           sharply
           thus
           spake
           Thetis
           Son.
        
         
         
           Ye
           Myrmidons
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           remember
           now
           ,
        
         
           How
           all
           the
           time
           I
           kept
           you
           have
           from
           fight
           ,
        
         
           You
           have
           the
           Trojans
           threatned
           hard
           ;
           and
           how
        
         
           You
           said
           my
           Mother
           fed
           me
           had
           with
           Gall
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           great
           tumult
           bid
           me
           let
           you
           go
           ,
        
         
           Or
           at
           the
           Ships
           upon
           the
           Trojans
           fall
           .
        
         
           Lo
           there
           before
           you
           is
           the
           War
           you
           crave
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           are
           about
           to
           burn
           the
           Fleet
           ;
        
         
           Do
           you
           your
           utmost
           now
           the
           same
           to
           save
           .
        
         
           Let
           him
           that
           brags
           of
           Valour
           let
           us
           see
           't
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Myrmidons
           became
           more
           keen
           ,
        
         
           Because
           they
           saw
           the
           King
           had
           chang'd
           his
           mind
           ;
        
         
           And
           presently
           into
           their
           Ranks
           fell
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           close
           themselves
           to
           one
           another
           joyn'd
           .
        
         
           As
           close
           as
           in
           a
           Wall
           are
           laid
           the
           stones
        
         
           By
           him
           that
           means
           his
           House
           shall
           keep
           out
           wind
           ;
        
         
           So
           close
           together
           stood
           the
           Myrmidons
           .
        
         
           Helmets
           with
           Helmets
           ,
           Shields
           with
           Shields
           conjoyn'd
           .
        
         
           Before
           them
           all
           two
           good
           men
           armed
           went
           ,
        
         
           Patroclus
           and
           Automedon
           to
           th'Fight
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           returned
           to
           his
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           Where
           stood
           a
           Chest
           most
           beautiful
           to
           sight
           ,
        
         
           Which
           Thetis
           gave
           him
           when
           he
           went
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Wherein
           were
           Carpets
           ,
           Coats
           ,
           and
           Cloaks
           laid
           up
           ,
        
         
           To
           keep
           him
           warm
           when
           he
           a
           Ship-board
           lay
           ;
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           same
           was
           kept
           a
           dainty
           Cup.
        
         
           In
           which
           no
           other
           man
           ere
           drank
           but
           he
           ,
        
         
           Though
           't
           were
           to
           offer
           to
           the
           Gods
           above
           .
        
         
           Nor
           he
           himself
           (
           such
           was
           his
           nicetie
           )
        
         
           Ere
           in
           it
           drank
           but
           offering
           to
           Jove
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           with
           Sulphur
           scour'd
           the
           Cup
           ,
        
         
           And
           having
           rins'd
           it
           clean
           with
           water
           fair
           ,
        
         
           And
           washt
           his
           hands
           ,
           went
           out
           and
           held
           it
           up
        
         
           Tow'rds
           Heaven
           ,
           and
           thus
           to
           Jove
           addrest
           his
           pray'r
           .
        
         
           
             Pelasgique
             Jove
          
           that
           far
           from
           hence
           dost
           dwell
           ,
        
         
           But
           at
           Dodona
           men
           thy
           counsel
           know
           ,
        
         
           The
           Selli
           there
           thy
           Prophets
           fortunes
           tell
           ,
        
         
           Though
           on
           the
           ground
           they
           sleep
           ,
           and
           barefoot
           go
           ,
        
         
         
           That
           at
           my
           Prayer
           once
           didst
           honour
           me
           ,
        
         
           And
           broughtest
           on
           the
           Argive
           Hoast
           much
           wo
           ,
        
         
           Once
           more
           unto
           my
           Pray'r
           enclined
           be
           .
        
         
           Though
           to
           the
           Fight
           my self
           I
           do
           not
           go
           ,
        
         
           I
           thither
           send
           my
           dear
           Companion
           .
        
         
           O
           Jove
           now
           honour
           him
           .
           Let
           Hector
           know
        
         
           Patroclus
           is
           a
           man
           of
           War
           alone
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           then
           only
           when
           I
           with
           him
           go
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           has
           the
           Trojans
           driven
           from
        
         
           The
           Argive
           Ships
           ,
           then
           grant
           ,
           O
           Jove
           ,
           he
           may
        
         
           With
           all
           his
           Myrmidons
           safe
           hither
           come
           ,
        
         
           With
           all
           their
           Arms
           and
           make
           no
           longer
           stay
           .
        
         
           Thus
           prayed
           he
           .
           To
           half
           of
           his
           desire
        
         
           Jove
           nodded
           ;
           but
           the
           other
           half
           deni'd
           .
        
         
           He
           granted
           him
           to
           save
           the
           Ships
           from
           fire
           ;
        
         
           But
           at
           returning
           safe
           his
           neck
           he
           wri'd
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           when
           he
           offer'd
           had
           and
           pray'd
           ,
        
         
           Went
           with
           the
           Cup
           agen
           into
           his
           Tent
           ▪
        
         
           And
           safely
           laid
           it
           up
           ;
           and
           not
           long
           stay'd
           ,
        
         
           But
           out
           agen
           to
           see
           the
           Fight
           he
           went.
        
         
           The
           Myrmidons
           now
           marched
           orderly
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           unto
           the
           Trojans
           they
           were
           neer
           ,
        
         
           Like
           Wasps
           incensed
           they
           upon
           them
           fly
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           at
           unawares
           a
           Traveller
        
         
           Is
           going
           by
           a
           Wasps-nest
           neer
           the
           way
           ,
        
         
           Which
           to
           the
           common
           damage
           stir'd
           has
           been
        
         
           And
           anger'd
           by
           a
           young
           unlucky
           Boy
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Traveller
           they
           vent
           their
           spleen
           ;
        
         
           And
           all
           at
           once
           with
           fury
           on
           him
           fly
           :
        
         
           Just
           so
           the
           Myrmidons
           occasion
           take
        
         
           Provok'd
           by
           
           Agamemnon's
           injury
        
         
           To
           fall
           upon
           the
           Trojans
           for
           his
           sake
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           yet
           did
           further
           them
           incite
           .
        
         
           Ye
           Myrmidons
           ▪
           said
           he
           ,
           Achilles
           Bands
           ,
        
         
           Remember
           now
           couragiously
           to
           fight
           ;
        
         
           Achilles
           honour
           now
           lies
           in
           your
           hands
        
         
           The
           best
           of
           Greeks
           .
           Let
           Agamemnon
           see
        
         
           The
           fault
           he
           did
           ,
           and
           know
           he
           was
           unwise
           ,
        
         
           How
           wide
           soever
           his
           Dominion
           be
           ,
        
         
           The
           best
           of
           all
           th'
           Achaeans
           to
           despise
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           on
           the
           Trojans
           all
           at
           once
           they
           fly
           .
        
         
           With
           them
           the
           other
           Greeks
           by
           shouts
           conspire
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           when
           they
           saw
           Patroclus
           nigh
        
         
           With
           stout
           
             Automedon
             Achilles
          
           Squire
           ,
        
         
           Their
           courage
           fell
           ,
           their
           Ranks
           disordered
           were
           ,
        
         
           They
           lookt
           about
           which
           way
           't
           were
           best
           to
           run
           .
        
         
           For
           they
           suppos'd
           Achilles
           now
           was
           there
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           his
           discontent
           was
           past
           and
           gone
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           first
           of
           all
           lets
           fly
           his
           Spear
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           thickest
           of
           the
           Foes
           ,
           about
        
         
           Protesilaus
           hollow
           Ship
           (
           for
           there
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           standing
           close
           together
           fought
           )
        
         
           And
           slew
           Pyraechmes
           who
           from
           Amydon
           ,
        
         
           And
           Axius
           wide
           stream
           the
           Poeons
           led
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           pass'd
           thorough
           his
           right
           Shoulder-bone
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           the
           Poeons
           saw
           him
           fall
           ,
           they
           fled
           .
        
         
           Not
           only
           these
           he
           frighted
           had
           ,
           but
           all
           ,
        
         
           By
           killing
           of
           a
           Captain
           of
           such
           fame
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           then
           upon
           the
           rest
           did
           fall
           ,
        
         
           And
           drave
           them
           from
           the
           Ship
           ,
           &
           quencht
           the
           flame
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           towards
           Troy
           retire
           apace
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           and
           the
           Argives
           them
           pursue
           ,
        
         
           Leaving
           the
           Ship
           half
           burnt
           upon
           the
           place
           .
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           Plain
           the
           Fight
           began
           anew
           .
        
         
           As
           men
           see
           all
           the
           Rocks
           and
           Woods
           about
        
         
           When
           than
           the
           Hills
           the
           Mist
           is
           gotten
           higher
           ;
        
         
           So
           when
           the
           Fire
           was
           at
           the
           Ships
           put
           out
           ,
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           did
           for
           a
           little
           while
           respire
           .
        
         
           For
           yet
           the
           Trojans
           did
           not
           plainly
           fly
           ,
        
         
           But
           still
           resisting
           went
           ,
           and
           losing
           ground
           .
        
         
           Here
           Areïlochus
           was
           killed
           by
        
         
           Patroclus
           that
           gave
           him
           a
           deadly
           wound
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Thigh
           ,
           just
           as
           he
           turn'd
           about
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           went
           through
           and
           passing
           brake
           the
           Bone.
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           wound
           his
           bloud
           and
           life
           went
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           face
           he
           fell
           down
           with
           a
           groan
           .
        
         
           Thoas
           by
           Menelaus
           on
           the
           Brest
        
         
           Close
           by
           his
           Shield
           a
           wound
           receiv'd
           and
           di'd
           .
        
         
           To
           
             Meges
             Antichus
          
           a
           Spear
           addrest
           .
        
         
           But
           Meges
           that
           his
           purpose
           had
           espi'd
        
         
         
           Prevented
           him
           ,
           and
           with
           his
           Spear
           him
           hits
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Leg
           and
           neer
           unto
           the
           Knee
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           Nerves
           thereof
           asunder
           splits
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           wound
           he
           died
           presently
           .
        
         
           Antilochus
           then
           slew
           Atymnius
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           went
           through
           his
           Flank
           &
           struck
           him
           dead
           .
        
         
           And
           Maris
           then
           struck
           at
           Antilochus
           ,
        
         
           But
           he
           prevented
           was
           by
           Thrasymed
        
         
           And
           slain
           ,
           pierc'd
           through
           the
           shoulder
           with
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           And
           thus
           by
           two
           Sons
           of
           old
           Nestor
           slain
        
         
           The
           two
           Sons
           of
           Amisodorus
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           Sarpedon
           good
           Companions
           twain
           .
        
         
           Their
           Sire
           Amisodorus
           kept
           at
           home
           .
        
         
           The
           foul
           Chimaera
           that
           had
           done
           much
           harm
           ,
        
         
           Devouring
           people
           which
           did
           that
           way
           come
           ,
        
         
           Till
           she
           was
           slain
           by
           Bellerophontes
           arm
           .
        
         
           Cl●obulus
           then
           pester'd
           in
           the
           throng
        
         
           By
           little
           Ajax
           taken
           was
           alive
           ,
        
         
           But
           after
           he
           was
           taken
           liv'd
           not
           long
           .
        
         
           For
           Ajax
           did
           him
           of
           his
           life
           deprive
           .
        
         
           For
           on
           the
           Neck
           he
           gave
           him
           such
           a
           wound
        
         
           With
           his
           broad
           Sword
           as
           made
           it
           smoak
           with
           blood
           ;
        
         
           And
           presently
           he
           fell
           unto
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           Eyes
           perpetual
           darkness
           stood
           .
        
         
           With
           Swords
           Peneleos
           and
           Lycon
           prest
        
         
           Each
           other
           hard
           .
           For
           both
           their
           Spears
           had
           miss'd
           .
        
         
           Lycon
           him
           hit
           upon
           the
           Helmet-crest
           ,
        
         
           And
           broke
           his
           Sword.
           One
           part
           staid
           in
           his
           Fist
           ,
        
         
           T●e
           other
           flew
           .
           Peneleos
           him
           hit
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Neck
           .
           The
           Sword
           so
           far
           went
           in
           ,
        
         
           As
           from
           the
           shoulders
           it
           divided
           it
           ,
        
         
           Save
           that
           it
           hung
           a
           little
           by
           the
           skin
           .
        
         
           Me●iones
           pursued
           Acamas
           ,
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Trojans
           that
           before
           him
           fled
           ;
        
         
           And
           overtook
           him
           as
           he
           mounting
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           wound
           i'
           th'
           shoulder
           left
           him
           dead
           .
        
         
           And
           by
           Idomeneus
           the
           King
           of
           Creet
        
         
           Hit
           in
           the
           Mouth
           was
           Eryma●
           and
           slain
           .
        
         
           His
           Teeth
           all
           stricken
           out
           fell
           at
           his
           Feet
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           Spear
           pierc'd
           thorough
           was
           h●s
           Brain
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           fill'd
           with
           bloud
           stood
           staring
           both
           his
           Eyes
           ,
        
         
           Which
           through
           his
           nose
           and
           mouth
           he
           strove
           to
           voyd
           ,
        
         
           And
           gasping
           seeks
           to
           cast
           it
           out
           ,
           and
           dies
           .
        
         
           Thus
           the
           Greek
           Lords
           each
           one
           his
           man
           destroy'd
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           as
           bloudy
           Wolves
           invade
           the
           Lambs
        
         
           Or
           Kids
           that
           by
           the
           Shepherds
           negligence
        
         
           Are
           wandred
           on
           the
           Mountains
           from
           their
           Dams
           ,
        
         
           And
           kill
           ;
           for
           Nature
           gives
           them
           no
           defence
           ;
        
         
           So
           fiercely
           on
           the
           Trojans
           fell
           the
           Greeks
           .
        
         
           But
           they
           no
           more
           trust
           to
           their
           hands
           but
           feet
           .
        
         
           Ajax
           to
           throw
           his
           Spear
           at
           Hector
           seeks
           ,
        
         
           But
           with
           him
           Hector
           has
           no
           minde
           to
           meet
           ,
        
         
           But
           by
           th'
           advantage
           of
           his
           skill
           in
           Warre
        
         
           Knowing
           of
           Arrows
           and
           of
           Spears
           the
           sound
           ,
        
         
           To
           keep
           aloof
           from
           Ajax
           still
           took
           care
           ,
        
         
           And
           cover'd
           with
           his
           Shield
           oft
           shifted
           ground
           .
        
         
           And
           though
           he
           knew
           the
           honour
           of
           the
           day
        
         
           Would
           fall
           unto
           th'
           Achaeans
           in
           the
           end
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           from
           the
           Field
           he
           went
           not
           straight
           away
           ,
        
         
           But
           stay'd
           and
           fought
           his
           people
           to
           defend
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           as
           Clouds
           rise
           from
           Olympus
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           the
           Air
           to
           Heaven
           tend
           upright
        
         
           Before
           tempestuous
           winds
           ;
           so
           rose
           the
           Cry
        
         
           At
           th'
           Argive
           Ships
           .
           Then
           Hector
           left
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           And
           after
           him
           the
           Trojans
           take
           their
           heels
           ,
        
         
           But
           in
           the
           Trench
           greatly
           encumbred
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           Charret
           poles
           they
           brake
           and
           Wheels
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           of
           the
           Trench
           were
           gotten
           clear
           ,
        
         
           Fill'd
           with
           affright
           was
           ev'ry
           Path
           and
           Way
           .
        
         
           Thus
           at
           the
           Ships
           the
           storm
           of
           War
           gave
           ore
           .
        
         
           The
           Horses
           that
           were
           loose
           ran
           back
           to
           Troy
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Ships
           the
           Trojans
           came
           no
           more
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           ,
           where
           he
           most
           disorder
           found
           ,
        
         
           Thither
           he
           drove
           ,
           and
           trod
           the
           Trojans
           down
           ,
        
         
           And
           Charret-seats
           were
           tumbled
           to
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           from
           their
           Seats
           were
           headlong
           thrown
           .
        
         
           But
           the
           swift
           Horses
           of
           Patroclus
           ,
           which
        
         
           On
           Peleus
           by
           the
           Gods
           bestowed
           were
           ,
        
         
           Found
           no
           impediment
           ,
           but
           leapt
           the
           Ditch
           ,
        
         
           Pursuing
           Hector
           ,
           who
           now
           was
           not
           there
           .
        
         
         
           As
           when
           with
           stormy
           winds
           th'
           Autumnal
           rain
        
         
           Falls
           heavy
           on
           the
           Earth
           ,
           from
           Heaven
           sent
        
         
           When
           wrested
           are
           the
           Laws
           by
           men
           for
           gain
           ,
        
         
           Who
           from
           the
           Gods
           expect
           no
           Punishment
           ,
        
         
           The
           Rivers
           swell
           ;
           down
           from
           the
           Mountains
           side
        
         
           Innumerable
           Currents
           headlong
           run
        
         
           Roaring
           and
           foaming
           to
           the
           Ocean
           wide
           ;
        
         
           And
           washt
           away
           is
           all
           mans
           work
           and
           gone
           :
        
         
           So
           fled
           the
           Trojans
           .
           These
           thus
           put
           to
           flight
           ,
        
         
           He
           kept
           the
           Greeks
           from
           going
           to
           the
           Town
           ,
        
         
           As
           they
           desir'd
           ;
           yet
           gave
           not
           over
           fight
           ,
        
         
           But
           'twixt
           the
           Ships
           and
           River
           overthrown
        
         
           Were
           many
           more
           ;
           for
           unrevenged
           yet
        
         
           Were
           many
           Greeks
           .
           First
           Pronous
           he
           kill'd
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           with
           his
           spear
           upon
           the
           Breast
           he
           hit
           ,
        
         
           Where
           he
           was
           not
           well
           cover'd
           with
           his
           Shield
           .
        
         
           The
           next
           he
           slew
           was
           
             Thestor
             Enops
          
           Son
        
         
           That
           sate
           upon
           his
           Seat
           amaz'd
           with
           fear
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           hand
           the
           Horses
           Reyns
           were
           gone
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           standing
           by
           him
           with
           his
           Spear
        
         
           Strook
           him
           upon
           the
           Cheek
           ,
           and
           there
           it
           stuck
        
         
           Fast
           in
           his
           Teeth
           ;
           and
           over
           the
           fore-wheel
        
         
           To
           th'
           ground
           Patroclus
           fetcht
           him
           with
           a
           pluck
        
         
           As
           to
           the
           Bank
           a
           Fisher
           pulls
           an
           Eel
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Earth
           he
           threw
           him
           on
           his
           Face
           .
        
         
           Eryalus
           then
           to
           him
           went
           ,
           in
           vain
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Patroclus
           slain
           was
           on
           the
           place
           .
        
         
           For
           with
           a
           stone
           he
           cleft
           his
           head
           in
           twain
           .
        
         
           Epaltes
           ,
           Erymas
           ,
           Amphoterus
           ,
        
         
           And
           
             Echius
             ,
             Pyres
             ,
             Damastorides
          
           .
        
         
           Euippus
           ,
           Polymelus
           Iphius
           ;
        
         
           He
           one
           upon
           another
           kill'd
           all
           these
           .
        
         
           Sarpedon
           saw
           how
           fast
           his
           good
           friends
           died
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           his
           Lycians
           ready
           were
           to
           fly
           ,
        
         
           He
           them
           rebuking
           with
           a
           loud
           voice
           cried
           ,
        
         
           Whither
           d'
           ye
           go
           ?
           For
           shame
           stay
           here
           .
           For
           I
        
         
           Intend
           to
           meet
           this
           man
           my self
           and
           know
        
         
           Who
           't
           is
           that
           here
           so
           furiously
           fights
           ,
        
         
           And
           lays
           so
           many
           valiant
           Trojans
           low
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           from
           his
           Chariot
           alights
           .
        
         
         
           Patroclus
           seeing
           that
           ,
           alighted
           too
           ;
        
         
           And
           presently
           betook
           him
           to
           the
           fight
           ,
        
         
           As
           keen
           as
           on
           a
           high
           Rock
           Vultures
           two
           ;
        
         
           And
           Jupiter
           was
           grieved
           at
           the
           sight
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           (
           his
           Wife
           and
           Sister
           )
           Juno
           said
           ,
        
         
           Ay
           me
           ,
           my
           Son
           Sarpedon
           will
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           For
           by
           the
           Fates
           long
           since
           it
           so
           is
           laid
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           my
           mind
           divided
           is
           in
           twain
           ,
        
         
           To
           snatch
           him
           hence
           and
           carry
           him
           again
        
         
           To
           Lycia
           ,
           or
           now
           to
           let
           him
           die
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Patroclus
           fatal
           Spear
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           And
           Juno
           then
           to
           Jove
           made
           this
           replie
           .
        
         
           O
           Jove
           ,
           most
           wilful
           of
           the
           Gods
           ,
           what
           say'e
           ?
        
         
           A
           mortal
           man
           condemn'd
           is
           by
           the
           Fates
           ,
        
         
           And
           you
           would
           now
           the
           Execution
           stay
           ?
        
         
           Do.
           But
           take
           heed
           how
           you
           offend
           the
           State●
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           I
           tell
           you
           further
           ,
           if
           you
           do
           ▪
        
         
           Your
           Son
           Sarpedon
           from
           the
           Combate
           save
           ,
        
         
           The
           other
           Gods
           will
           look
           to
           do
           so
           too
           .
        
         
           For
           Sons
           at
           Troy
           many
           Immortals
           have
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           you
           love
           your
           Son
           and
           for
           him
           grieve
           ,
        
         
           First
           let
           Patroclus
           take
           away
           his
           life
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           Death
           and
           Sleep
           commandment
           give
        
         
           To
           carry
           him
           from
           out
           the
           bloudy
           strife
        
         
           To
           Lycia
           ,
           amongst
           his
           friends
           and
           kin
           ,
        
         
           Who
           see
           him
           will
           embalm'd
           and
           buried
           ,
        
         
           And
           build
           a
           Tomb
           to
           lay
           his
           ashes
           in
           ,
        
         
           Which
           are
           the
           honours
           due
           unto
           the
           dead
           .
        
         
           This
           Juno
           says
           ;
           Jove
           to
           it
           condescends
           .
        
         
           And
           for
           the
           honour
           of
           his
           Son
           so
           dear
        
         
           For
           rain
           he
           drops
           of
           bloud
           from
           Heaven
           sends
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           were
           come
           to
           one
           another
           near
           ,
        
         
           First
           threw
           Patroclus
           and
           kill'd
           Thrasymed
        
         
           A
           valiant
           man
           
           Sarpedon's
           Charretier
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           into
           his
           Belly
           entered
           .
        
         
           Then
           at
           Patroclus
           flew
           
           Sarpedon's
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           hit
           him
           not
           ,
           but
           Pedasus
           he
           slew
           ,
        
         
           The
           Fore-horse
           of
           Achilles
           Charre
           ,
           and
           now
        
         
           The
           sprawling
           Horse
           caus'd
           a
           disorder
           new
           .
        
         
           The
           Yoke
           screeks
           ,
           and
           Automedon
           le
           ts
           go
        
         
         
           The
           Reyns
           ;
           whereby
           the
           Combatants
           are
           parted
           ;
        
         
           Automedon
           soon
           found
           a
           remedy
           ;
        
         
           For
           from
           the
           Charret
           seat
           he
           nimbly
           started
           ,
        
         
           And
           cut
           the
           Geers
           that
           did
           the
           fore-horse
           tye
           .
        
         
           The
           Horses
           two
           adjusted
           were
           again
           ;
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Combatants
           the
           fight
           renew
           .
        
         
           And
           first
           Sarpedon
           threw
           ,
           and
           threw
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           just
           over
           his
           left
           shoulder
           slew
           .
        
         
           But
           not
           in
           vain
           Patroclus
           Spear
           was
           thrown
           ,
        
         
           That
           smote
           him
           through
           the
           Midriff
           .
           Heavilie
        
         
           Sarpedon
           then
           unto
           the
           ground
           came
           down
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           't
           had
           been
           an
           Oak
           or
           Poplar-tree
           .
        
         
           Or
           as
           a
           Pine
           cut
           down
           i'
           th'
           Hill
           ,
           to
           be
        
         
           A
           Mast
           for
           some
           great
           Ship
           falls
           to
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           So
           fell
           to
           th'
           Earth
           Sarpedon
           heavilie
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Armour
           made
           the
           place
           resound
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Bull
           is
           by
           a
           Lion
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Under
           his
           Paw
           to
           th'ground
           he
           groaning
           falls
           ;
        
         
           So
           groaning
           fell
           Sarpedon
           in
           great
           pain
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           his
           friend
           the
           valiant
           Glaucus
           calls
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           said
           ,
           Now
           Glaucus
           valiant
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           set
           your
           minde
           on
           nothing
           but
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           But
           first
           go
           call
           my
           best
           men
           all
           to
           me
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           assist
           me
           here
           joyn
           all
           your
           might
           .
        
         
           If
           of
           my
           Arms
           I
           stript
           be
           by
           the
           Foe
           ,
        
         
           The
           shame
           thereof
           for
           ever
           will
           abide
           .
        
         
           So
           therefore
           quickly
           call
           the
           people
           .
           Go.
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           thus
           had
           spoken
           to
           him
           ,
           di'd
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           on
           the
           Body
           sets
           his
           foot
           ,
        
         
           And
           out
           agen
           he
           pull'd
           the
           bloudy
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           With
           pieces
           of
           the
           Midriff
           sticking
           to
           't
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           away
           the
           Horses
           ready
           were
        
         
           To
           run
           .
           For
           no
           man
           was
           upon
           the
           Seat
           ;
        
         
           But
           by
           the
           Myrmidons
           they
           soon
           were
           staid
           .
        
         
           The
           grief
           of
           Glaucus
           then
           was
           very
           great
        
         
           For
           that
           he
           knew
           not
           how
           the
           King
           to
           aid
           .
        
         
           For
           in
           great
           pain
           his
           Arm
           was
           with
           the
           stroke
        
         
           Of
           
           Teucer's
           Arrow
           at
           the
           Argive
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           And
           found
           no
           remedy
           but
           to
           invoke
        
         
           Apollo
           ,
           and
           upon
           him
           thus
           did
           call
           .
        
         
         
           Apollo
           ,
           whether
           thou
           in
           Troy
           be
           now
        
         
           Or
           Lycia
           ,
           unto
           my
           Pray'r
           give
           ear
           ;
        
         
           For
           when
           distressed
           men
           unto
           thee
           bow
           ,
        
         
           Thou
           dost
           from
           any
           place
           or
           distance
           hear
           .
        
         
           I
           grievously
           am
           wounded
           in
           the
           hand
           ,
        
         
           The
           pain
           whereof
           up
           to
           my
           shoulder
           goes
           .
        
         
           No
           longer
           now
           can
           I
           my
           Spear
           command
           ,
        
         
           When
           most
           I
           need
           to
           use
           it
           'gainst
           the
           Foes
           .
        
         
           Sarpedon
           the
           brave
           Son
           of
           Jove
           is
           slain
           .
        
         
           H●s
           Father
           of
           him
           takes
           no
           further
           care
           .
        
         
           But
           thou
           Apollo
           now
           asswage
           my
           pain
           ,
        
         
           And
           cure
           my
           wound
           and
           make
           me
           fit
           for
           Warre
           ;
        
         
           That
           I
           may
           bring
           the
           Lycians
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           with
           them
           the
           Body
           may
           defend
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Apollo
           by
           his
           Heavenly
           might
        
         
           His
           wound
           heal'd
           up
           ,
           the
           pain
           was
           at
           an
           end
           .
        
         
           The
           bloud
           was
           gone
           ;
           encourag'd
           was
           his
           minde
           ,
        
         
           And
           Glaucus
           knew
           Apollo
           did
           it
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           joy'd
           such
           favour
           with
           the
           God
           to
           finde
           .
        
         
           Then
           out
           he
           went
           the
           Lycians
           to
           call
           .
        
         
           That
           done
           he
           to
           the
           Trojan
           Princes
           goes
           ,
        
         
           
             Agenor
             ,
             Hector
          
           ,
           and
           Polydamas
           ,
        
         
           Divine
           Aeneas
           ,
           and
           craves
           aid
           of
           those
           ;
        
         
           But
           what
           he
           said
           ,
           to
           Hector
           spoken
           was
           .
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           your
           friends
           you
           now
           forget
           ,
        
         
           Who
           from
           their
           Country
           hither
           came
           so
           far
        
         
           Their
           lives
           to
           venture
           for
           your
           sake
           .
           For
           yet
        
         
           How
           to
           assist
           them
           you
           take
           little
           care
           .
        
         
           Slain
           is
           the
           King
           Sarpedon
           in
           the
           sight
           ,
        
         
           That
           both
           with
           Might
           and
           Justice
           rul'd
           the
           Land
        
         
           Of
           Lycia
           .
           Let
           them
           not
           vent
           their
           spight
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Body
           slain
           ;
           but
           by
           him
           stand
           .
        
         
           The
           Myrmidons
           else
           for
           th'
           Achaeans
           sake
        
         
           Of
           whom
           we
           slew
           so
           many
           at
           the
           Fleet
           ,
        
         
           Will
           in
           revenge
           his
           Armour
           from
           him
           take
           ,
        
         
           And
           do
           unto
           him
           other
           things
           unmeet
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Trojans
           all
           were
           on
           a
           flame
        
         
           To
           be
           reveng'd
           .
           To
           Troy
           he
           was
           a
           Wa●l
           ,
        
         
           Although
           he
           thither
           as
           a
           Stranger
           came
           ,
        
         
           He
           many
           led
           ,
           himself
           the
           best
           of
           all
           ▪
        
         
         
           And
           to
           the
           Myrmidons
           they
           marcht
           away
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           himself
           before
           them
           at
           the
           head
        
         
           As
           angry
           for
           
           Sarpedon's
           death
           as
           they
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           then
           the
           Greeks
           encouraged
           ,
        
         
           And
           speaking
           first
           to
           the
           Ajaxes
           two
           ,
        
         
           Ajax
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           both
           you
           and
           you
           ,
           again
        
         
           Fight
           gallantly
           as
           you
           are
           us'd
           to
           do
           ,
        
         
           Or
           better
           if
           you
           can
           .
           For
           I
           have
           slain
        
         
           Sarpedon
           with
           my
           Spear
           ,
           who
           was
           the
           man
        
         
           That
           mounted
           first
           up
           to
           the
           Argive
           Wall.
        
         
           Let
           's
           take
           his
           Armour
           off
           him
           if
           we
           can
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           his
           Fellows
           some
           of
           them
           to
           fall
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           into
           order
           put
           their
           men
        
         
           Trojan
           and
           
             Lycian
             ;
             Greek
          
           and
           Myrmidon
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Body
           slain
           return
           agen
           ,
        
         
           And
           fiercely
           one
           another
           fell
           upon
           .
        
         
           And
           Jove
           the
           place
           with
           darkness
           cover'd
           round
        
         
           As
           long
           as
           they
           were
           fighting
           'bout
           his
           Son.
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           first
           the
           Greeks
           forsook
           their
           ground
           .
        
         
           For
           then
           there
           was
           a
           noble
           Myrmidon
        
         
           Epigeus
           that
           King
           was
           formerly
        
         
           Of
           Budeon
           ,
           and
           forced
           thence
           away
        
         
           For
           a
           mans
           death
           to
           Peleus
           did
           fly
           ,
        
         
           Who
           sent
           him
           with
           Achilles
           unto
           Troy.
        
         
           And
           now
           no
           sooner
           layed
           had
           his
           hand
        
         
           Upon
           
           Sarpedon's
           Body
           ,
           but
           was
           slain
        
         
           By
           a
           great
           stone
           that
           flew
           from
           
           Hector's
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           broke
           (
           for
           all
           his
           Cask
           )
           his
           skull
           in
           twain
           .
        
         
           Down
           he
           upon
           the
           dead
           King
           falling
           dies
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           when
           he
           saw
           his
           friend
           thus
           fall
           ,
        
         
           Swift
           as
           a
           Hawk
           that
           at
           a
           Stareling
           flies
           ,
        
         
           Up
           to
           the
           Foes
           ran
           ,
           and
           amongst
           them
           all
        
         
           He
           threw
           a
           stone
           ,
           which
           lighted
           on
           the
           Neck
        
         
           Of
           Stenelaus
           ,
           and
           the
           Tendon
           rent
           .
        
         
           And
           this
           gave
           to
           the
           Trojan
           Horse
           a
           check
           ;
        
         
           And
           back
           a
           little
           Hector
           with
           them
           went
        
         
           As
           far
           as
           one
           can
           for
           experiment
           ,
        
         
           Or
           at
           a
           Foe
           in
           Battle
           throw
           a
           Spear
           ;
        
         
           So
           far
           back
           Hector
           with
           his
           Charret
           went
           ,
        
         
           The
           Argives
           them
           pursuing
           in
           the
           Rear
           .
        
         
         
           But
           Glaucus
           that
           did
           then
           the
           Lycians
           lead
        
         
           Pursu'd
           by
           Bathycles
           and
           very
           near
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           a
           sudden
           to
           him
           turn'd
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           deep
           into
           his
           breast
           he
           thrust
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           And
           down
           he
           fell
           .
           The
           Trojans
           then
           were
           glad
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           Body
           fallen
           boldly
           stay'd
           .
        
         
           On
           th'
           other
           side
           the
           Greeks
           were
           very
           sad
        
         
           To
           lose
           so
           good
           a
           man
           ,
           but
           not
           dismay'd
           .
        
         
           Meriones
           then
           slew
           Laogonus
        
         
           Son
           of
           Onetor
           Priest
           of
           Jupiter
           ,
        
         
           And
           honour'd
           like
           a
           God
           in
           Gargarus
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           him
           pierc'd
           between
           the
           Cheek
           and
           Ear.
        
         
           Then
           at
           
             Meriones
             Aeneas
          
           threw
        
         
           And
           was
           in
           hope
           to
           give
           him
           his
           deaths
           wound
           ;
        
         
           But
           he
           then
           stoopt
           ,
           and
           ore
           him
           the
           Spear
           flew
           ;
        
         
           And
           one
           end
           shook
           ,
           the
           other
           stuck
           i'th'ground
           .
        
         
           At
           this
           Aeneas
           angry
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Meriones
           ,
           as
           well
           as
           you
           can
           dance
           ,
        
         
           My
           Spear
           was
           like
           your
           motion
           to
           have
           stay'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           it
           did
           not
           ,
           think
           it
           was
           by
           chance
           .
        
         
           To
           him
           replying
           said
           Meriones
           ,
        
         
           Aeneas
           strong
           and
           valiant
           as
           you
           are
           ,
        
         
           You
           cannot
           kill
           men
           whom
           and
           when
           you
           please
           ,
        
         
           Your self
           are
           subject
           to
           the
           chance
           of
           Warre
        
         
           As
           well
           as
           I.
           And
           if
           my
           Spear
           fall
           right
        
         
           (
           As
           much
           as
           to
           your
           hands
           you
           trust
           )
           you
           'll
           die
        
         
           Like
           other
           men
           ,
           and
           I
           win
           honour
           by
           't
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           shades
           below
           your
           Soul
           will
           fly
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Patroclus
           came
           and
           him
           reproved
           .
        
         
           Meriones
           ,
           why
           talk
           you
           thus
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           D'
           ye
           think
           the
           Trojans
           can
           be
           hence
           removed
        
         
           With
           evil
           words
           till
           many
           slain
           there
           be
           ?
        
         
           In
           counsel
           words
           may
           somewhat
           signifie
           ,
        
         
           But
           hands
           in
           War
           determine
           the
           event
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           to
           no
           purpose
           words
           to
           multiplie
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           away
           they
           both
           together
           went.
        
         
           And
           by
           and
           by
           was
           heard
           a
           mighty
           sound
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           the
           Woods
           were
           felling
           on
           the
           Hills
           ,
        
         
           Of
           men
           in
           Armour
           falling
           to
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           Swords
           and
           Spears
           on
           Helmets
           and
           on
           Shields
           .
        
         
         
           Sarpedon
           cover'd
           was
           from
           top
           to
           toe
        
         
           With
           dust
           and
           Spears
           ,
           and
           so
           besmear'd
           with
           blood
           ,
        
         
           That
           wise
           he
           must
           have
           been
           that
           could
           him
           know
           ,
        
         
           Though
           who
           it
           was
           they
           all
           well
           understood
           ▪
        
         
           And
           busie
           were
           about
           him
           as
           the
           Flies
        
         
           That
           buz
           in
           Summer-time
           about
           the
           Pans
        
         
           Of
           Milk.
           And
           all
           this
           while
           Jove
           kept
           his
           Eyes
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Battle
           ;
           and
           advising
           stands
        
         
           Whether
           't
           were
           best
           to
           let
           Patroclus
           die
        
         
           Upon
           Sarpedon
           ,
           slain
           by
           Hector
           ,
           or
        
         
           Let
           him
           go
           on
           ,
           and
           follow
           those
           that
           fly
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           Trojans
           make
           the
           slaughter
           more
           .
        
         
           At
           last
           resolv'd
           he
           made
           the
           Trojans
           fly
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           then
           pursu'd
           them
           up
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           went
           made
           many
           of
           them
           die
           ;
        
         
           And
           Hector
           was
           the
           first
           that
           fled
           away
           ,
        
         
           Not
           ignorant
           of
           
           Jove's
           Apostasie
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           lusty
           Lycians
           also
           fled
           ;
        
         
           Whose
           King
           Sarpedon
           now
           i'
           th'
           heap
           did
           lie
        
         
           Stretcht
           out
           on
           th'
           Earth
           amongst
           the
           other
           dead
           .
        
         
           And
           him
           Patroclus
           of
           his
           Armour
           strips
           ,
        
         
           His
           mighty
           Armour
           all
           of
           solid
           Brass
           ,
        
         
           And
           sent
           it
           by
           his
           fellows
           to
           the
           Ships
           .
        
         
           Thus
           slain
           and
           stript
           
           Jove's
           Son
           Sarpedon
           was
           .
        
         
           Then
           Jove
           unto
           Apollo
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Go
           Phoebus
           bear
           Sarpedon
           from
           the
           Fight
        
         
           A
           great
           way
           off
           ,
           and
           let
           him
           be
           array'd
        
         
           In
           an
           immortal
           Garment
           pure
           and
           bright
           .
        
         
           But
           in
           the
           River
           clear
           first
           wash
           him
           clean
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           Ambrosia
           anoynt
           his
           skin
           .
        
         
           Let
           Death
           and
           Sleep
           two
           Sisters
           bear
           him
           then
        
         
           To
           Lycia
           unto
           his
           friends
           and
           kin
           ,
        
         
           By
           whom
           his
           Body
           will
           embalmed
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           Tomb
           and
           Pillar
           set
           upon
           his
           Grave
           ,
        
         
           Whereby
           preserv'd
           will
           be
           his
           memorie
           ,
        
         
           Which
           all
           the
           honour
           is
           the
           dead
           can
           have
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Apollo
           down
           from
           Ida
           came
           ,
        
         
           And
           bare
           
           Sarpedon's
           Body
           from
           the
           Fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           far
           off
           in
           the
           River
           washt
           the
           same
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           Ambrosia
           his
           Body
           white
        
         
         
           Anointed
           ,
           and
           with
           Garments
           fair
           array'd
           ,
        
         
           Immortal
           Garments
           ;
           and
           into
           the
           hands
        
         
           Of
           Death
           and
           Sleep
           committed
           it
           ,
           who
           layd
        
         
           It
           down
           again
           amongst
           the
           Lycians
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           then
           commands
           Automedon
        
         
           To
           drive
           to
           Troy.
           Not
           well
           .
           For
           had
           he
           then
        
         
           The
           counsel
           of
           Achilles
           thought
           upon
           ,
        
         
           He
           had
           escapt
           .
           But
           Jove
           knows
           more
           than
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           quickly
           can
           take
           from
           a
           man
           of
           might
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           a
           weaker
           give
           the
           Victorie
        
         
           Whom
           he
           himself
           encourage
           will
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           As
           now
           by
           Jove
           himself
           set
           on
           was
           he
           .
        
         
           But
           while
           Patroclus
           chac'd
           the
           Trojans
           thus
           ,
        
         
           Who
           fell
           ?
           Adrestus
           and
           Autonous
           ,
        
         
           Epistor
           ,
           Melanippus
           ,
           Perimus
           ,
        
         
           
             Pylartus
             ,
             Mulius
          
           ,
           and
           Echeclus
        
         
           And
           Elasus
           .
           And
           taken
           had
           been
           Troy
        
         
           Now
           by
           Patroclus
           ,
           but
           that
           Phoebus
           stood
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Tow'r
           and
           pusht
           him
           still
           away
           ,
        
         
           To
           vex
           the
           Greeks
           and
           do
           the
           Trojans
           good
           .
        
         
           For
           thrice
           he
           mounted
           and
           was
           thrice
           put
           back
        
         
           By
           the
           Immortal
           hand
           ;
           but
           when
           again
        
         
           He
           mounting
           was
           ,
           Apollo
           to
           him
           spake
           .
        
         
           Retire
           (
           said
           he
           )
           Patroclus
           ,
           't
           is
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           It
           is
           not
           you
           that
           Ilium
           can
           win
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Thetis
           Son
           ,
           a
           better
           man
           than
           you
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           at
           these
           words
           great
           fear
           was
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           far
           off
           from
           the
           Wall
           himself
           withdrew
           .
        
         
           Now
           Hector
           was
           upon
           his
           Charret●seat
        
         
           I'
           th'
           S●aean
           Gate
           ,
           and
           did
           deliberate
        
         
           Whether
           to
           make
           the
           Trojans
           to
           retreat
           ,
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           were
           come
           in
           to
           shut
           the
           Gate
           ,
        
         
           Or
           go
           to
           th'Fight
           .
           While
           he
           consulted
           thus
           ,
        
         
           Apollo
           came
           and
           standing
           by
           his
           side
        
         
           In
           likeness
           of
           his
           Uncle
           Asius
           ,
        
         
           Him
           sharply
           did
           for
           standing
           idle
           chide
           .
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           why
           stay
           you
           here
           ?
           If
           I
        
         
           Exceeded
           you
           in
           strength
           as
           you
           do
           me
           ,
        
         
           I
           teach
           you
           would
           ,
           in
           such
           necessity
        
         
           To
           quit
           the
           Field
           thus
           ,
           and
           unuseful
           be
           .
        
         
         
           Go.
           To
           Patroclus
           now
           directly
           drive
           ,
        
         
           And
           doubt
           not
           but
           that
           by
           
           Apollo's
           aid
        
         
           You
           may
           him
           of
           his
           Life
           and
           Arms
           deprive
           .
        
         
           Away
           went
           Phoebus
           when
           he
           this
           had
           said
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           then
           returned
           to
           the
           Fight
        
         
           While
           Phoebus
           did
           the
           Argive
           throng
           dismay
           .
        
         
           Cebriones
           still
           kept
           his
           Horses
           right
        
         
           Upon
           Patroclus
           .
           For
           upon
           the
           way
        
         
           Hector
           past
           through
           the
           Greeks
           and
           killed
           none
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           then
           alighting
           ,
           with
           his
           Spear
        
         
           In
           his
           left
           hand
           ,
           in
           th'
           other
           took
           a
           stone
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           it
           killed
           
           Hector's
           Charrettier
        
         
           Cebriones
           ,
           King
           
           Priam's
           Bastard
           Son.
        
         
           Above
           his
           Eyes
           upon
           his
           Forehead
           just
        
         
           Patroclus
           hit
           him
           with
           the
           knobby
           stone
           .
        
         
           Then
           from
           his
           Seat
           he
           dropt
           into
           the
           dust
           .
        
         
           Broke
           was
           his
           Skull
           ,
           his
           Eye-brows
           crusht
           int'one
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           his
           feet
           before
           him
           fell
           his
           eyes
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           scoft
           and
           said
           't
           is
           nimbly
           done
           .
        
         
           And
           proudly
           thus
           insulting
           ore
           him
           cryes
           ,
        
         
           Oh
           that
           we
           had
           a
           man
           could
           leap
           like
           him
           ,
        
         
           And
           set
           upon
           one
           of
           our
           Ships
           were
           he
           ,
        
         
           To
           leap
           into
           the
           Sea
           and
           groaping
           swim
           !
        
         
           How
           satisfi'd
           with
           Oysters
           should
           we
           be
           !
        
         
           So
           quickly
           down
           he
           tumbled
           to
           the
           Plain
           .
        
         
           I
           see
           that
           there
           good
           tumblers
           are
           in
           Troy.
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           ran
           unto
           the
           Body
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Himself
           with
           his
           own
           valour
           to
           destroy
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           unto
           the
           ground
           leapt
           Hector
           too
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           Cebrion●s
           his
           Body
           fought
        
         
           He
           and
           Patroclus
           ,
           fierce
           as
           Lions
           two
        
         
           That
           had
           a
           great
           Stag
           ,
           slain
           by
           chance
           ,
           found
           out
           ;
        
         
           And
           hungry
           both
           ,
           strove
           who
           should
           first
           be
           fed
           .
        
         
           So
           sought
           these
           two
           each
           other
           to
           destroy
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           pull'd
           the
           dead
           man
           by
           the
           head
           ,
        
         
           Patroclus
           by
           the
           heels
           the
           other
           way
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           fighting
           stood
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           between
           two
           Hills
           two
           great
           Winds
           fight
           ,
        
         
           On
           both
           sides
           strongly
           s●aken
           is
           the
           Wood
           ,
        
         
           And
           Boughs
           beat
           one
           another
           with
           great
           might
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           with
           a
           horrid
           noise
           together
           clash
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           lusty
           Limbs
           then
           broken
           are
        
         
           Of
           barky
           Corme
           ,
           broad
           Beech
           ,
           and
           lofty
           Ash
           ;
        
         
           So
           did
           it
           with
           the
           Greeks
           and
           
           Trojans
           ●●re
           .
        
         
           About
           Cebriones
           stuck
           many
           a
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           a
           fledged
           Arrow
           from
           the
           Bow
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           Shields
           by
           great
           stones
           broken
           were
           ,
        
         
           While
           he
           along
           in
           bed
           of
           dust
           lay
           low
           ,
        
         
           And
           quite
           forgotten
           had
           his
           Chivalry
           .
        
         
           Now
           all
           the
           while
           that
           mounting
           was
           the
           Sun
        
         
           The
           Weapons
           flew
           ,
           and
           men
           fell
           equally
           .
        
         
           But
           after
           noon
           when
           half
           the
           day
           was
           gone
        
         
           The
           Argives
           clearly
           had
           the
           Victory
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           Field
           Cebriones
           they
           drew
           ,
        
         
           And
           stript
           there
           of
           his
           Armour
           let
           him
           lie
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           then
           the
           Trojans
           chac'd
           anew
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           before
           the
           Myrmidons
           leapt
           out
        
         
           Like
           Mars
           himself
           ,
           and
           thrice
           nine
           Trojans
           slew
           .
        
         
           And
           out
           again
           he
           went
           ;
           but
           at
           that
           bout
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           himself
           untimely
           death
           he
           drew
           .
        
         
           For
           Phoebus
           came
           (
           Patroclus
           saw
           him
           not
           )
        
         
           Wrapt
           up
           in
           Air
           ,
           and
           standing
           on
           the
           ground
        
         
           Between
           the
           shoulders
           with
           his
           hand
           him
           sm●t
           ,
        
         
           That
           all
           about
           him
           seemed
           to
           go
           round
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           head
           his
           Helmet
           then
           he
           flung
        
         
           Into
           the
           dust
           ,
           and
           foul
           it
           was
           all
           ore
           ,
        
         
           And
           beaten
           by
           the
           hoofs
           of
           Horses
           rung
           ,
        
         
           That
           never
           had
           been
           so
           defil'd
           before
        
         
           When
           on
           Achilles
           Godlike
           head
           it
           sate
           .
        
         
           But
           Jove
           to
           Hector
           gave
           it
           now
           to
           wear
           ,
        
         
           And
           only
           then
           when
           near
           him
           was
           his
           Fate
           .
        
         
           Moreover
           Phoebus
           brake
           Patroclus
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           A
           heavie
           Spear
           well
           armed
           at
           the
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           pluckt
           his
           mighty
           Shield
           out
           of
           his
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           left
           him
           of
           his
           Arms
           uncovered
           .
        
         
           With
           this
           Patroclus
           did
           amazed
           stand
           .
        
         
           And
           near
           unto
           him
           then
           a
           Dardan
           came
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           back
           he
           smote
           him
           with
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           
             Panthoïdes
             Euphorbus
          
           was
           his
           name
           ,
        
         
           And
           kill'd
           him
           not
           ,
           but
           back
           ran
           to
           the
           Rear
           .
        
         
         
           For
           though
           he
           well
           could
           fight
           ,
           and
           ride
           ,
           and
           run
           ,
        
         
           And
           going
           first
           abroad
           to
           learn
           the
           Wars
           ,
        
         
           He
           was
           by
           no
           man
           of
           his
           age
           outdone
           ,
        
         
           And
           had
           orethrown
           twice
           ten
           men
           from
           their
           Chars
           ;
        
         
           Yet
           for
           Patroclus
           now
           he
           durst
           not
           stay
           ,
        
         
           Although
           he
           wounded
           and
           disarmed
           were
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           Rear
           Patroclus
           went
           away
           ;
        
         
           And
           after
           him
           ran
           Hector
           with
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           Belly
           struck
           him
           through
           the
           side
           .
        
         
           And
           down
           he
           fell
           .
           The
           Greeks
           were
           grieved
           sore
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           at
           a
           small
           Fountain
           almost
           dri'd
        
         
           Together
           come
           a
           Lion
           and
           a
           Boar
        
         
           With
           equal
           thirst
           ,
           and
           drink
           they
           both
           would
           fain
           ,
        
         
           But
           fight
           who
           shall
           drink
           first
           ,
           slain
           is
           the
           Bore
           ;
        
         
           So
           now
           by
           Hector
           was
           Patroclus
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Though
           many
           Trojans
           he
           had
           kill'd
           before
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           then
           triumphing
           ore
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Patroclus
           ,
           you
           thought
           sure
           t'
           have
           stormed
           Troy.
        
         
           And
           in
           your
           Ships
           our
           women
           t'
           have
           convay'd
        
         
           To
           Argos
           with
           you
           when
           you
           went
           away
           .
        
         
           Were
           you
           so
           simple
           that
           you
           could
           not
           see
           ,
        
         
           That
           Hector
           with
           his
           Horses
           and
           his
           Spear
        
         
           Protects
           the
           Trojans
           from
           Captivitie
           ?
        
         
           Now
           shall
           you
           for
           the
           Dogs
           and
           Fowls
           lie
           here
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           can
           Achilles
           do
           you
           any
           good
           ,
        
         
           That
           bad
           you
           (
           't
           may
           be
           )
           when
           you
           from
           him
           went
           ,
        
         
           Not
           to
           return
           ,
           till
           dyed
           in
           his
           blood
        
         
           You
           
           Hector's
           Coat
           had
           from
           his
           shoulders
           rent
           .
        
         
           And
           vain
           enough
           you
           were
           to
           promise
           it
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           with
           a
           feeble
           voice
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           you
           now
           may
           boast
           as
           you
           think
           fit
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           your
           own
           Ability
           take
           pride
           .
        
         
           T'
           Apollo
           first
           my
           death
           I
           owe
           ,
           who
           threw
        
         
           My
           Armour
           from
           my
           body
           to
           the
           ground
           ;
        
         
           I
           could
           have
           slain
           else
           twenty
           such
           as
           you
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           Euphorbus
           I
           receiv'd
           a
           wound
           .
        
         
           To
           bring
           me
           down
           ;
           you
           were
           but
           one
           of
           three
           .
        
         
           But
           hear
           me
           and
           remember
           what
           I
           say
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           you
           will
           not
           long
           live
           after
           me
           ,
        
         
           And
           only
           for
           Achilles
           hand
           you
           stay
           .
        
         
         
           And
           at
           these
           words
           he
           was
           of
           life
           bereft
           .
        
         
           His
           Soul
           unto
           th'
           Infernal
           Regions
           fled
        
         
           Lamenting
           so
           much
           Youth
           and
           Vigour
           left
           ;
        
         
           And
           Hector
           to
           him
           spake
           again
           though
           dead
           .
        
         
           Patroclus
           ,
           why
           do
           you
           foretel
           my
           death
           ?
        
         
           Who
           knows
           but
           that
           Achilles
           may
           be
           slain
        
         
           By
           me
           first
           ,
           and
           before
           me
           lose
           his
           breath
           ?
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           pulled
           out
           the
           Spear
           again
           .
        
         
           And
           presently
           pursu'd
           Automedon
           ,
        
         
           Who
           of
           Achilles
           was
           the
           Charretier
           ;
        
         
           But
           he
           away
           was
           carried
           and
           gone
        
         
           By
           Peleus
           Horses
           that
           Immortal
           were
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XVII
           .
        
         
           ANd
           Menelaus
           understanding
           now
        
         
           That
           slain
           Patroclus
           lay
           upon
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           Careful
           ,
           as
           of
           her
           first
           Calf
           is
           a
           Cow
           ,
        
         
           To
           th'Body
           went
           and
           walkt
           about
           it
           round
           ,
        
         
           Couching
           his
           Spear
           and
           holding
           out
           his
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           Resolv'd
           to
           kill
           him
           whosoe'er
           he
           was
        
         
           That
           durst
           to
           stand
           against
           him
           in
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           him
           said
           
             Euphorbus
             ,
             Menelaus
          
        
         
           Retire
           ,
           let
           me
           advise
           you
           ,
           from
           the
           dead
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           am
           he
           that
           gave
           him
           the
           first
           wound
           ,
        
         
           That
           with
           his
           Arms
           I
           may
           be
           honoured
           ;
        
         
           Lest
           with
           my
           Spear
           I
           strike
           you
           to
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           And
           Menelaus
           to
           him
           thus
           repli'd
           .
        
         
           O
           Jupiter
           ,
           in
           Lion
           never
           was
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           yet
           in
           Panther
           ,
           nor
           in
           Boar
           such
           pride
        
         
           (
           Though
           other
           Beasts
           in
           strength
           they
           far
           surpass
           )
        
         
           As
           in
           these
           Sons
           of
           Panthus
           .
           Though
           they
           know
           ,
        
         
           When
           Hyperenor
           proudly
           me
           defi'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           spitefully
           did
           value
           me
           below
        
         
           All
           other
           Greeks
           ,
           that
           by
           my
           hand
           he
           di'd
           .
        
         
           And
           sorry
           were
           his
           Parents
           and
           his
           Wife
        
         
           Now
           you
           succeed
           will
           to
           your
           Brother's
           fate
           .
        
         
           Be
           gone
           then
           if
           you
           mean
           to
           save
           your
           life
           ,
        
         
           And
           quickly
           ,
           or
           you
           will
           be
           wise
           too
           late
           .
        
         
           No
           Menelaus
           (
           said
           Euphorbus
           then
           )
        
         
           Since
           you
           have
           griev'd
           his
           Parents
           and
           his
           Wife
           ,
        
         
           'T
           is
           best
           ,
           I
           think
           ,
           to
           comfort
           them
           agen
           ,
        
         
           By
           making
           you
           pay
           for
           it
           with
           your
           life
           .
        
         
           For
           though
           intolerable
           be
           their
           grief
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           when
           they
           see
           your
           Armour
           and
           your
           head
        
         
           Brought
           to
           them
           home
           ,
           it
           will
           be
           some
           relief
           .
        
         
           But
           this
           by
           sight
           must
           be
           determined
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           made
           a
           thrust
           at
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           Which
           he
           received
           on
           his
           trusty
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           It
           entered
           not
           ,
           resisted
           by
           the
           Brass
           ,
        
         
           Which
           bent
           the
           point
           ,
           and
           passage
           none
           did
           yield
           .
        
         
           Then
           as
           he
           backward
           stept
           to
           get
           away
        
         
           He
           by
           Atrides
           on
           the
           Breast
           was
           hit
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           prest
           with
           his
           hand
           not
           there
           did
           stay
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           his
           Neck
           went
           up
           and
           pierced
           it
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           ground
           he
           with
           his
           Armour
           knocks
           ;
        
         
           And
           dyed
           was
           with
           blood
           his
           dainty
           hair
           ,
        
         
           Those
           fine
           (
           with
           Gold
           and
           Silver
           twined
           )
           Locks
           ,
        
         
           Like
           those
           that
           
           Cytherea's
           Graces
           wear
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           one
           planted
           hath
           an
           Olive
           sprig
        
         
           In
           open
           place
           ,
           and
           where
           are
           many
           Springs
           ,
        
         
           And
           stir'd
           by
           gentle
           winds
           it
           is
           grown
           big
           ,
        
         
           Then
           comes
           a
           storm
           and
           to
           the
           ground
           it
           flings
           ;
        
         
           So
           by
           Atrides
           fell
           Euphorbus
           now
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Lion
           cometh
           from
           the
           Wood
        
         
           Into
           the
           Herd
           and
           seizeth
           on
           a
           Cow
           ,
        
         
           First
           breaks
           his
           Neck
           ,
           then
           seeds
           he
           on
           his
           blood
        
         
           And
           Bowels
           ,
           Dogs
           and
           Herds
           men
           looking
           on
        
         
           And
           hueing
           him
           ,
           that
           dare
           not
           to
           go
           near
           ;
        
         
           So
           then
           upon
           Atrides
           ventur'd
           none
           ,
        
         
           So
           much
           the
           Trojans
           stricken
           were
           with
           fear
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           into
           the
           hands
           of
           Menelaus
        
         
           Patroclus
           Armour
           came
           ;
           and
           born
           away
           .
        
         
           Had
           been
           ,
           but
           that
           by
           Phoebus
           crost
           he
           was
           ,
        
         
           That
           was
           a
           friend
           to
           Hector
           and
           to
           Troy.
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           shape
           of
           Mentes
           gone
           was
           then
        
         
           (
           Whom
           now
           the
           Cicon
           Regiments
           obey'd
           )
        
         
           To
           call
           back
           Hector
           to
           the
           Field
           agen
           ,
        
         
           And
           overtaking
           him
           thus
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           you
           here
           Automedon
           pursue
        
         
           To
           take
           Achilles
           Horses
           all
           in
           vain
           ,
        
         
           Which
           never
           will
           be
           won
           or
           rul'd
           by
           you
           ,
        
         
           And
           suffer
           good
           Euphorbus
           to
           be
           slain
        
         
           By
           Menelaus
           at
           the
           Body
           dead
        
         
           Of
           Menoetiades
           .
           Then
           went
           his
           way
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           grieved
           turn'd
           about
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           saw
           how
           on
           the
           ground
           Euphorbus
           lay
        
         
         
           Bleeding
           and
           naked
           left
           by
           Menelaus
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           then
           enflamed
           with
           the
           sight
        
         
           Like
           raging
           fire
           did
           through
           the
           Squadrons
           pass
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           great
           cry
           returned
           to
           the
           fight
           .
        
         
           And
           cold
           was
           then
           Atrides
           at
           the
           heart
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           himself
           he
           thus
           disputing
           stands
           ;
        
         
           If
           I
           should
           from
           the
           Body
           slain
           depart
           ,
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           would
           say
           of
           me
           but
           little
           good
           ;
        
         
           But
           if
           I
           stay
           alone
           here
           't
           will
           be
           worse
        
         
           Than
           any
           thing
           the
           Greeks
           can
           of
           me
           say
           .
        
         
           For
           he
           brings
           with
           him
           all
           the
           Trojan
           force
           .
        
         
           But
           wherefore
           do
           I
           thus
           disputing
           stay
           ?
        
         
           Who
           fights
           against
           him
           whom
           a
           God
           doth
           aid
           ,
        
         
           Draws
           on
           himself
           a
           great
           and
           certain
           ill
           .
        
         
           My
           best
           course
           then
           is
           Hector
           to
           avoid
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           Greeks
           say
           of
           it
           what
           they
           will.
        
         
           But
           if
           of
           Ajax
           I
           could
           get
           a
           sight
           ,
        
         
           Then
           he
           and
           I
           together
           would
           not
           fear
        
         
           With
           Hector
           aided
           by
           a
           God
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Achilles
           the
           dead
           Body
           bear
           .
        
         
           Whilst
           thus
           unto
           himself
           he
           laid
           the
           Case
           ,
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           came
           with
           Hector
           at
           the
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           Menelaus
           then
           forsook
           the
           place
           ,
        
         
           And
           going
           left
           behinde
           the
           Body
           dead
           .
        
         
           But
           oft
           lookt
           back
           .
           As
           when
           a
           Lion
           is
        
         
           Compel'd
           to
           leave
           a
           Fold
           by
           Men
           and
           Dogs
           ,
        
         
           He
           oft
           looks
           back
           ,
           and
           runs
           not
           for
           all
           this
           ,
        
         
           But
           tow'rds
           the
           Wood
           still
           slowly
           on
           he
           jogs
        
         
           Unwillingly
           ;
           his
           heart
           's
           too
           big
           to
           run
           ;
        
         
           So
           Menelaus
           off
           went
           safe
           and
           sound
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           for
           Ajax
           Son
           of
           Telamon
        
         
           Lookt
           round
           about
           ,
           and
           'mongst
           his
           Troops
           him
           found
        
         
           Inciting
           them
           to
           fight
           .
           For
           not
           a
           man
        
         
           But
           frighted
           was
           by
           Phoebus
           and
           dismay'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           with
           all
           speed
           Atrides
           to
           him
           ran
           ,
        
         
           And
           standing
           at
           his
           side
           unto
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Come
           Ajax
           ,
           quickly
           come
           away
           with
           me
        
         
           To
           save
           Patroclus
           from
           the
           Trojans
           wrath
           ,
        
         
           That
           to
           Achilles
           carri'd
           he
           may
           be
        
         
           Though
           naked
           .
           For
           his
           Armour
           Hector
           hath
           .
        
         
         
           Ajax
           inrag'd
           at
           this
           flies
           to
           the
           place
        
         
           With
           Menelaus
           ,
           where
           Patroclus
           lay
        
         
           When
           Hector
           from
           the
           Field
           him
           drawing
           was
           ,
        
         
           (
           Having
           already
           snatcht
           his
           Arms
           away
           )
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Trojans
           to
           cut
           off
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           give
           the
           Body
           to
           the
           Dogs
           to
           eat
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           great
           Ajax
           thither
           came
           ,
           he
           fled
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Trojans
           made
           a
           quick
           Retreat
           ;
        
         
           And
           order
           gave
           to
           bear
           the
           Arms
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           Arms
           ,
           a
           noble
           Monument
        
         
           Of
           his
           great
           deed
           .
           But
           Ajax
           still
           did
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Shield
           about
           the
           Body
           went.
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Lion
           ,
           his
           Whelps
           following
           him
           ,
        
         
           Into
           the
           open
           Field
           comes
           from
           the
           Wood
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hunters
           meets
           ,
           he
           looks
           upon
           them
           grim
           ;
        
         
           So
           Ajax
           looking
           by
           Patroclus
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           Glaucus
           then
           that
           led
           the
           Lycian
           Bands
        
         
           To
           Hector
           went
           and
           frowning
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Though
           you
           be
           thought
           a
           good
           man
           of
           your
           hands
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           it
           is
           not
           so
           I
           am
           afraid
           .
        
         
           Consider
           first
           if
           you
           the
           Town
           can
           save
        
         
           By
           Trojans
           only
           ,
           without
           other
           guard
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           their
           service
           how
           great
           need
           you
           have
           ;
        
         
           And
           then
           how
           lightly
           you
           their
           pains
           regard
           .
        
         
           What
           Lycian
           again
           will
           for
           you
           fight
           ?
        
         
           Or
           how
           will
           you
           defend
           a
           meaner
           man
           ,
        
         
           That
           left
           Sarpedon
           to
           the
           Argives
           spight
        
         
           And
           sport
           ,
           and
           from
           his
           body
           frighted
           ran
           ,
        
         
           That
           was
           your
           friend
           and
           had
           such
           service
           done
           ?
        
         
           So
           that
           if
           I
           were
           won
           to
           lead
           them
           home
           ,
        
         
           You
           'd
           finde
           a
           little
           after
           we
           were
           gone
           ,
        
         
           The
           utmost
           fate
           of
           Troy
           were
           on
           it
           come
           .
        
         
           For
           if
           the
           Trojans
           had
           as
           forward
           been
           ,
        
         
           As
           men
           should
           be
           that
           for
           their
           Country
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Patroclus
           body
           we
           in
           Troy
           had
           seen
           ,
        
         
           Fetcht
           from
           the
           field
           ,
           for
           all
           the
           Argives
           might
           ;
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           Greeks
           in
           change
           we
           might
           have
           had
        
         
           Sarpedons
           Corps
           ,
           and
           brought
           it
           into
           Troy
           ;
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           Greeks
           thereof
           would
           have
           been
           glad
           ,
        
         
           So
           great
           experience
           of
           his
           worth
           had
           they
           .
        
         
         
           But
           you
           to
           Ajax
           never
           yet
           durst
           go
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           came
           to
           you
           ,
           you
           from
           him
           ran
        
         
           Into
           the
           throng
           o'
           th'
           Trojans
           .
           And
           why
           so
           ?
        
         
           But
           that
           you
           know
           he
           is
           the
           better
           man.
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           frowning
           on
           him
           thus
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           Glaucus
           ,
           't
           is
           strange
           that
           such
           a
           man
           as
           you
        
         
           Should
           so
           severely
           without
           cause
           me
           chide
           ;
        
         
           I
           thought
           you
           very
           wise
           ,
           but
           't
           is
           not
           true
           .
        
         
           You
           say
           I
           dare
           not
           with
           great
           Ajax
           fight
        
         
           When
           I
           do
           neither
           Foot
           nor
           Horse-men
           shun
           ,
        
         
           But
           only
           way
           give
           sometimes
           to
           the
           might
        
         
           Of
           Jove
           when
           he
           the
           Enemy
           sets
           on
           .
        
         
           For
           he
           to
           whom
           he
           will
           gives
           Victorie
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           proud
           their
           courage
           takes
           away
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Fight
           come
           with
           me
           now
           ,
           and
           see
        
         
           If
           I
           be
           such
           a
           Coward
           as
           you
           say
           ;
        
         
           And
           do
           not
           from
           Patroclus
           body
           make
        
         
           Some
           of
           the
           Argives
           to
           retire
           agen
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           turn'd
           and
           to
           the
           Trojans
           spake
           ,
        
         
           Trojans
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           and
           Lycians
           play
           the
           men
        
         
           Whilst
           I
           my self
           in
           those
           good
           Arms
           aray
        
         
           Which
           from
           Patroclus
           body
           slain
           I
           took
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           from
           the
           Field
           went
           toward
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           quickly
           those
           that
           bare
           them
           overtook
           ,
        
         
           And
           gave
           to
           them
           the
           Armour
           ●e
           then
           wore
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'Armour
           of
           Patroclus
           there
           puts
           on
           ,
        
         
           Giv'n
           by
           the
           Gods
           to
           Peleus
           heretofore
           ,
        
         
           Which
           he
           when
           aged
           gave
           unto
           his
           Son
           ,
        
         
           But
           were
           not
           kept
           by
           him
           till
           he
           was
           old
           .
        
         
           Then
           Jove
           that
           out
           of
           sight
           in
           Heaven
           sate
        
         
           And
           Hector
           in
           this
           Armour
           did
           behold
           ,
        
         
           Poor
           man
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           he
           knoweth
           not
           his
           fate
           ,
        
         
           Which
           now
           is
           neer
           ;
           and
           at
           it
           shook
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           said
           ,
           Though
           now
           these
           heavenly
           Arms
           you
           wear
        
         
           Of
           this
           great
           man
           whom
           all
           men
           else
           did
           dread
           ,
        
         
           Killing
           the
           gentle
           Knight
           that
           did
           them
           bear
           ,
        
         
           And
           so
           unhandsomely
           ,
           you
           'll
           never
           go
        
         
           To
           shew
           them
           to
           Andromache
           your
           Wife
           .
        
         
           Yet
           now
           you
           shall
           prevail
           against
           the
           Fo.
        
         
           To
           please
           you
           ,
           since
           thus
           shortned
           is
           your
           life
           .
        
         
         
           And
           as
           he
           said
           it
           ,
           seal'd
           it
           with
           a
           Nod.
        
         
           Now
           Hector
           having
           on
           these
           Arms
           and
           fit
           ,
        
         
           Into
           his
           Breast
           went
           in
           the
           mighty
           God
        
         
           Of
           Battle
           ,
           and
           with
           courage
           filled
           it
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           like
           Achilles
           shining
           came
        
         
           To
           his
           confederates
           ,
           and
           'mongst
           them
           went
        
         
           Calling
           upon
           the
           best
           of
           them
           by
           name
           ,
        
         
           To
           give
           unto
           them
           all
           encouragement
           ,
        
         
           Mes●●les
           ,
           and
           Glaucus
           ,
           and
           Thersilochus
           ,
        
         
           A●teropaeus
           ,
           and
           Hippothous
        
         
           Medon
           ,
           Disinor
           ,
           Phorcys
           ,
           Chromius
           ,
        
         
           And
           you
           the
           skilful
           Augur
           Ennomus
           ,
        
         
           And
           you
           the
           thousands
           that
           to
           aid
           me
           come
           ,
        
         
           'T
           is
           not
           to
           muster
           that
           you
           called
           are
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           defend
           the
           Wives
           of
           Ilium
        
         
           And
           Babes
           ,
           against
           the
           Greeks
           that
           love
           the
           Warre
           .
        
         
           Which
           to
           prevent
           ,
           the
           Trojans
           day
           by
           day
        
         
           With
           pay
           and
           with
           free
           Quarter
           tired
           are
           .
        
         
           Let
           's
           therefore
           fight
           and
           either
           die
           or
           slay
           ;
        
         
           For
           there
           's
           no
           other
           Traffick
           at
           the
           Warre
           .
        
         
           And
           he
           that
           shall
           Patroclus
           body
           gain
           ,
        
         
           And
           (
           spight
           of
           Ajax
           )
           fetch
           it
           off
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           Half
           of
           his
           Armour
           shall
           have
           for
           his
           pain
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           wi●l
           half
           the
           Honour
           to
           him
           yield
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Trojans
           on
           the
           Argives
           fell
        
         
           With
           all
           their
           weight
           ,
           and
           made
           account
           to
           gain
        
         
           Pa●roclus
           Body
           .
           For
           they
           could
           not
           ●ell
        
         
           How
           many
           Trojans
           there
           would
           first
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           
             Menelaus
             Ajax
          
           said
           ,
        
         
           I
           fear
           we
           shall
           no
           more
           return
           from
           Troy
           ;
        
         
           And
           am
           not
           for
           Patroclus
           so
           afraid
        
         
           (
           That
           to
           the
           Dogs
           is
           sure
           to
           be
           a
           Prey
           )
        
         
           As
           for
           my self
           and
           you
           ;
           with
           such
           a
           Cloud
        
         
           Of
           
             Trojans
             Hector
          
           thundring
           cometh
           on
           .
        
         
           Go
           therefore
           presently
           and
           call
           aloud
        
         
           To
           th'
           other
           Princes
           .
           Other
           help
           there
           's
           none
           .
        
         
           Then
           Menelaus
           cried
           out
           aloud
           ,
        
         
           O
           you
           that
           have
           command
           in
           th'
           Argive
           Host
           ,
        
         
           And
           diet
           with
           Atrides
           are
           allow'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           drink
           unstinted
           at
           the
           Publick
           cost
           ,
        
         
         
           'T
           is
           hard
           to
           call
           you
           ev'ry
           one
           by
           name
           .
        
         
           But
           you
           that
           hear
           me
           come
           away
           with
           speed
           .
        
         
           For
           to
           us
           all
           't
           will
           be
           no
           little
           shame
        
         
           To
           let
           the
           Dogs
           upon
           Patroclus
           feed
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           first
           little
           Ajax
           running
           came
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           
             Idomeneus
             Meriones
          
           ,
        
         
           Then
           many
           more
           came
           in
           ;
           but
           who
           can
           name
        
         
           The
           number
           great
           that
           came
           in
           after
           these
           ?
        
         
           And
           Hector
           with
           the
           Trojans
           then
           came
           in
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           the
           Sea
           that
           rolleth
           to
           the
           shore
        
         
           Which
           by
           some
           mighty
           wind
           had
           driven
           been
           ;
        
         
           So
           to
           the
           Fight
           the
           Trojans
           marching
           roar
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           about
           Patroclus
           body
           staid
           ,
        
         
           All
           of
           one
           minde
           ,
           all
           cover'd
           with
           their
           Shields
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           their
           heads
           Jove
           then
           a
           great
           Fog
           laid
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           place
           about
           with
           darkness
           fills
           .
        
         
           For
           while
           Patroclus
           was
           alive
           and
           serv'd
        
         
           
             Achilles
             ,
             Jove
          
           took
           at
           him
           no
           offence
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           thought
           that
           to
           be
           Dogs
           meat
           he
           deserv'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           therefore
           urg'd
           the
           Greeks
           to
           his
           defence
           .
        
         
           At
           first
           the
           Trojans
           made
           the
           Greeks
           to
           flie
           ,
        
         
           And
           leave
           the
           Body
           ,
           but
           they
           killed
           none
           ,
        
         
           So
           great
           a
           Fog
           upon
           the
           place
           did
           lie
           .
        
         
           Then
           with
           his
           friends
           again
           came
           Ajax
           on
           ,
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           Greeks
           for
           person
           and
           for
           might
        
         
           The
           bravest
           man
           excepting
           Th●tis
           Son.
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           when
           the
           Greeks
           refus'd
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           The
           Body
           seiz'd
           ,
           and
           thought
           the
           bus'ness
           done
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Boar
           pursu'd
           by
           Hounds
           and
           Men
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           them
           turns
           ,
           they
           scatter'd
           are
           and
           flie
           ;
        
         
           So
           when
           great
           Ajax
           to
           them
           came
           agen
           ,
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           scatter'd
           let
           Patroclus
           lie
           .
        
         
           For
           when
           Hippothous
           was
           in
           great
           hope
        
         
           To
           drag
           Patroclus
           body
           up
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           his
           Anckle
           tyed
           had
           a
           rope
           ,
        
         
           Arrived
           to
           him
           was
           his
           latest
           day
           .
        
         
           For
           Ajax
           now
           was
           come
           unto
           him
           near
           ,
        
         
           And
           smote
           him
           through
           the
           Helmet
           and
           the
           Brain
           ,
        
         
           Which
           stained
           with
           his
           bloud
           stuck
           to
           the
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           down
           he
           threw
           Patroclus
           foot
           again
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           with
           it
           neer
           unto
           the
           body
           fell
        
         
           Depriv'd
           of
           life
           by
           mighty
           Ajax
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Far
           from
           Larissa
           where
           his
           friends
           did
           dwell
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           for
           his
           breeding
           payed
           were
           ▪
        
         
           And
           Hector
           then
           a
           Spear
           at
           Ajax
           threw
           ,
        
         
           Which
           he
           perceiving
           did
           a
           little
           shun
           ,
        
         
           A
           very
           little
           it
           beside
           him
           flew
           ,
        
         
           And
           killed
           
             Schedius
             Iphitus
          
           Son
           ,
        
         
           That
           of
           Phocaeans
           all
           was
           far
           the
           best
           ,
        
         
           And
           did
           in
           well-built
           Panopaea
           reign
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           sharp-pointed
           enter'd
           at
           his
           Brest
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           his
           Shoulder
           out
           it
           went
           again
           .
        
         
           And
           Ajax
           then
           the
           valiant
           Phorcys
           slew
        
         
           That
           'bout
           the
           body
           of
           Hippothous
           went.
        
         
           The
           Spear
           through
           Breast-plate
           and
           through
           Belly
           flew
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           it
           pass'd
           the
           Guts
           in
           pieces
           rent
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           and
           the
           Trojan
           Lords
           gave
           way
        
         
           Retiring
           from
           the
           Argive
           Lords
           ;
           and
           thus
        
         
           By
           th'
           Argives
           coming
           in
           ,
           without
           delay
        
         
           Stript
           were
           both
           Phorcys
           and
           Hippothous
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           the
           Trojans
           had
           for
           want
           of
           heart
        
         
           Been
           chased
           by
           the
           Argives
           up
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'
           Argives
           gotten
           had
           on
           th'
           other
           part
        
         
           Without
           the
           Gods
           an
           honourable
           day
           ,
        
         
           Had
           not
           Apollo
           ,
           like
           to
           Periphas
        
         
           Anchises
           Squire
           t'
           Aeneas
           come
           disguised
           ,
        
         
           That
           very
           wise
           now
           grown
           and
           aged
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           standing
           by
           his
           side
           him
           thus
           advised
           .
        
         
           Aeneas
           ,
           cannot
           you
           without
           the
           Gods
        
         
           As
           well
           as
           the
           Achaeans
           gain
           the
           day
        
         
           By
           valour
           ,
           since
           in
           men
           they
           have
           no
           odds
           ?
        
         
           For
           Jove
           had
           rather
           you
           should
           win
           than
           they
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Phoebus
           said
           .
           Aeneas
           knew
           't
           was
           he
           ;
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           loud
           voyce
           unto
           Hector
           said
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           and
           you
           who
           the
           Commanders
           be
        
         
           Of
           Trojans
           ,
           or
           have
           brought
           unto
           them
           aid
           ,
        
         
           Oh
           what
           a
           shame
           't
           is
           for
           us
           thus
           to
           run
        
         
           Before
           the
           Greeks
           our selves
           in
           Troy
           to
           hide
           ▪
        
         
           But
           come
           ,
           there
           yet
           amongst
           the
           Gods
           is
           one
        
         
           That
           hath
           assur'd
           me
           Jove
           is
           on
           our
           side
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           before
           the
           Trojans
           he
           leapt
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Spear
           in
           hand
           stood
           at
           their
           head
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           made
           them
           had
           to
           wheel
           about
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Body
           he
           directly
           led
           .
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Spear
           Leocritus
           he
           slew
        
         
           The
           friend
           of
           
             Lycomed
             ,
             Arisbas
          
           Son
           ;
        
         
           And
           Lycomed
           displeas'd
           ,
           at
           Hector
           threw
           ,
        
         
           And
           hit
           him
           not
           ,
           but
           kill'd
           Apisa●
           ,
        
         
           Of
           all
           that
           from
           Paeonia
           pass'd
           the
           Seas
           ,
        
         
           He
           was
           in
           battle
           of
           the
           greatest
           might
        
         
           Excepting
           no
           man
           but
           Asteropaeus
           ;
        
         
           Who
           angry
           at
           his
           fall
           went
           to
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           the
           Greeks
           about
           Patroclus
           stood
        
         
           So
           close
           ,
           with
           Spears
           advanc'd
           ,
           with
           Bucklers
           hidden
           ,
        
         
           That
           there
           Asteropaeus
           did
           no
           good
           ;
        
         
           For
           by
           great
           Ajax
           so
           they
           had
           been
           bidden
           .
        
         
           Let
           none
           from
           hence
           again
           retire
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           any
           man
           before
           the
           rest
           skip
           out
           ,
        
         
           But
           stand
           together
           till
           you
           charged
           be
           .
        
         
           Thus
           roaring
           to
           them
           Ajax
           went
           about
           .
        
         
           And
           thick
           the
           Trojans
           and
           their
           Aids
           now
           fell
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           their
           bloud
           bedewed
           was
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           Nor
           did
           the
           Argives
           come
           off
           very
           well
           ;
        
         
           But
           fewer
           of
           them
           'mongst
           the
           dead
           were
           found
           .
        
         
           For
           standing
           close
           ,
           one
           Shield
           sav'd
           more
           than
           one
           .
        
         
           Thus
           keen
           as
           fire
           on
           both
           sides
           fought
           they
           here
           .
        
         
           And
           such
           a
           darkness
           was
           the
           place
           upon
        
         
           As
           if
           nor
           Sun
           nor
           Moon
           in
           safety
           were
           .
        
         
           But
           th'
           other
           places
           all
           about
           had
           light
           ,
        
         
           And
           brightly
           did
           the
           Sun
           in
           Ida
           shine
           ,
        
         
           And
           gentle
           at
           a
           distance
           was
           the
           Fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           one
           anothers
           Spear
           did
           oft
           decline
           .
        
         
           But
           in
           the
           middle
           ,
           where
           the
           very
           best
        
         
           Both
           of
           the
           Argives
           and
           the
           Trojans
           stood
           ,
        
         
           The
           pain
           they
           suffer'd
           cannot
           be
           exprest
        
         
           Of
           restless
           labour
           and
           of
           loss
           of
           blood
           .
        
         
           But
           of
           Patroclus
           by
           the
           Trojans
           kill'd
           ,
        
         
           Antilochus
           and
           Thrasymed
           knew
           not
           ,
        
         
           But
           fought
           in
           other
           places
           of
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           he
           still
           pursu'd
           the
           Trojans
           thought
           ,
        
         
         
           When
           for
           his
           body
           who
           the
           same
           should
           get
           ,
        
         
           Now
           fighting
           were
           the
           Trojans
           and
           the
           Greeks
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           their
           Knees
           and
           Legs
           ran
           down
           the
           sweat
           ,
        
         
           And
           stained
           were
           with
           bloud
           their
           arms
           and
           cheeks
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           men
           set
           themselves
           about
           the
           skin
        
         
           Of
           some
           fat
           Bull
           and
           stretch
           it
           ev'ry
           way
           ,
        
         
           That
           th'
           humour
           may
           go
           out
           ,
           the
           grease
           go
           in
           ,
        
         
           Just
           so
           Patroclus
           body
           tugged
           they
           ,
        
         
           Trojans
           to
           Troy
           ,
           and
           Argives
           to
           the
           Fleet
           ;
        
         
           And
           thereupon
           arose
           this
           mighty
           fray
           .
        
         
           If
           Mars
           or
           Pallas
           had
           been
           there
           to
           see
           't
           ,
        
         
           They
           had
           not
           known
           on
           whom
           a
           fault
           to
           lay
           ,
        
         
           Though
           angry
           they
           had
           been
           ;
           such
           work
           was
           then
        
         
           By
           Jove
           about
           Patroclus
           body
           set
        
         
           For
           Trojans
           and
           for
           Argives
           ,
           Horse
           and
           Men.
        
         
           But
           to
           Achilles
           known
           it
           was
           not
           yet
        
         
           That
           slain
           by
           th'
           Trojans
           was
           his
           Favourite
           .
        
         
           For
           now
           not
           far
           off
           from
           the
           Trojan
           Wall
        
         
           At
           a
           great
           distance
           from
           him
           was
           the
           fight
           ,
        
         
           So
           that
           he
           thought
           not
           on
           his
           death
           at
           all
           ;
        
         
           But
           having
           chac'd
           the
           Trojans
           to
           the
           Gates
        
         
           Of
           Ilium
           ,
           that
           straight
           he
           would
           come
           back
           .
        
         
           For
           well
           he
           knew
           't
           was
           ordered
           by
           the
           Fates
           ,
        
         
           Patroclus
           never
           should
           the
           City
           sack
           .
        
         
           His
           Mother
           Thetis
           oft
           had
           told
           him
           that
           ,
        
         
           As
           she
           before
           had
           told
           it
           been
           by
           Jove
           ;
        
         
           But
           quite
           Patroclus
           destiny
           forgat
           ,
        
         
           Or
           knew
           it
           not
           ,
           whom
           he
           so
           much
           did
           love
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           at
           the
           body
           staid
        
         
           Together
           close
           ,
           and
           one
           another
           kill'd
           .
        
         
           And
           one
           Achaean
           to
           another
           said
           ,
        
         
           'T
           would
           be
           a
           great
           disgrace
           to
           quit
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           And
           leave
           the
           body
           of
           Patroclus
           thus
           .
        
         
           I
           rather
           had
           by
           th'
           Earth
           we
           swallowed
           were
        
         
           Than
           they
           should
           have
           it
           and
           crow
           over
           us
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Town
           the
           noble
           body
           bear
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           likewise
           t'one
           another
           cri'd
           ,
        
         
           Though
           ev'ry
           one
           of
           us
           were
           sure
           to
           die
        
         
           By
           this
           mans
           body
           ,
           let
           us
           here
           abide
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           clamour
           rose
           up
           to
           the
           Skie
           .
        
         
         
           Achilles
           Steeds
           now
           with
           Aut●medon
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Charre
           without
           the
           Battle
           stood
           ;
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Fight
           he
           could
           not
           get
           them
           on
           .
        
         
           He
           to
           them
           call'd
           ,
           but
           that
           would
           do
           no
           good
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           he
           flatters
           them
           ,
           then
           threats
           ,
           then
           whips
           ,
        
         
           But
           for
           Patroclus
           griev'd
           they
           would
           not
           go
        
         
           With
           th'
           Argives
           to
           the
           Fight
           nor
           to
           the
           Ships
           ,
        
         
           But
           lay
           down
           on
           the
           ground
           and
           wept
           for
           wo
        
         
           That
           they
           had
           lost
           a
           gentle
           Charretier
           .
        
         
           Jove
           seeing
           them
           upon
           the
           ground
           thus
           laid
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           Patroclus
           how
           they
           grieved
           were
           ,
        
         
           Shaking
           his
           head
           unto
           himself
           he
           said
           ,
        
         
           Poor
           Steeds
           ,
           why
           did
           I
           you
           on
           man
           bestow
        
         
           That
           mortal
           is
           ,
           and
           you
           immortal
           are
        
         
           And
           make
           you
           also
           misery
           to
           know
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           participate
           of
           humane
           care
           ?
        
         
           There
           breatheth
           not
           upon
           the
           Earth
           so
           wide
        
         
           So
           poor
           a
           thing
           and
           wretched
           as
           a
           man.
        
         
           But
           Hector
           on
           your
           Charre
           shall
           never
           ride
           .
        
         
           For
           he
           without
           my
           leave
           do
           nothing
           can
           .
        
         
           Is
           't
           not
           enough
           for
           him
           that
           he
           hath
           got
        
         
           Achilles
           Arms
           to
           please
           himself
           in
           vain
           ?
        
         
           Bu●
           have
           Achilles
           Horses
           he
           shall
           not
           .
        
         
           For
           you
           shall
           to
           the
           Ships
           return
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           safely
           carry
           back
           Automedon
           .
        
         
           Though
           to
           the
           Trojans
           I
           intend
           to
           day
        
         
           The
           Victory
           till
           setting
           of
           the
           Sun
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           by
           darkness
           parted
           be
           the
           fray
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           strength
           and
           courage
           to
           them
           gave
           .
        
         
           Automedon
           then
           to
           the
           Troops
           of
           Greece
        
         
           As
           swiftly
           the
           immortal
           Horses
           drave
        
         
           As
           flies
           a
           Vulture
           at
           a
           flock
           of
           Geese
           .
        
         
           For
           from
           the
           Foe
           he
           quickly
           could
           retire
           ,
        
         
           And
           easily
           upon
           them
           go
           again
        
         
           As
           oft
           as
           the
           occasion
           should
           require
           ;
        
         
           But
           by
           his
           hand
           no
           Enemy
           was
           slain
           .
        
         
           For
           since
           he
           was
           upon
           the
           Seat
           alone
           ,
        
         
           He
           could
           not
           both
           together
           fight
           and
           guide
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           him
           came
           at
           last
           Alcimedon
        
         
           Laertes
           Son
           ,
           and
           stood
           by
           th'Charret
           side
           .
        
         
         
           What
           God
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           has
           put
           it
           in
           your
           head
        
         
           Automedon
           ,
           amongst
           so
           many
           Spears
        
         
           To
           be
           alone
           knowing
           your
           friend
           is
           dead
           ▪
        
         
           And
           Hector
           now
           Achilles
           Armour
           wears
           ?
        
         
           Automedon
           unto
           him
           then
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           Alcimedon
           ,
           a
           fitter
           man
           is
           none
        
         
           Than
           you
           are
           the
           immortal
           Steeds
           to
           guide
           ,
        
         
           Since
           Menoctiades
           my
           friend
           is
           gone
           .
        
         
           Get
           up
           then
           you
           and
           the
           good
           Steeds
           command
           ,
        
         
           Whilst
           on
           the
           ground
           I
           with
           the
           Trojans
           fight
           .
        
         
           Alcimedon
           then
           took
           the
           Whip
           in
           hand
        
         
           And
           Reyns
           ;
           Automedon
           did
           then
           alight
           .
        
         
           This
           Hector
           saw
           ,
           and
           to
           Aeneas
           spake
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           Horses
           yonder
           coming
           are
           ;
        
         
           To
           us
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           they
           are
           not
           hard
           to
           take
           .
        
         
           For
           with
           them
           there
           is
           no
           great
           man
           of
           Warre
           ;
        
         
           And
           if
           we
           to
           them
           go
           they
           dare
           not
           stand
           ▪
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Aeneas
           well
           contented
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           forward
           then
           they
           go
           with
           Spear
           in
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           shoulders
           cover'd
           well
           with
           Hide
           and
           Brass
           .
        
         
           And
           Chromius
           with
           them
           and
           Aretus
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           no
           doubt
           but
           both
           the
           men
           to
           slay
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           seize
           Achilles
           Steeds
           they
           meant
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           Charre
           triumphing
           drive
           to
           Troy.
        
         
           Vain
           men
           that
           were
           not
           sure
           themselves
           to
           save
           .
        
         
           To
           
             Jupiter
             Automedon
          
           then
           pray'd
           ,
        
         
           Who
           heard
           his
           Prayer
           ,
           and
           great
           strength
           to
           him
           gave
           ▪
        
         
           And
           then
           unto
           Alcimedon
           he
           said
           ,
        
         
           Alcimedon
           ,
           keep
           still
           thy
           Horses
           near
           ,
        
         
           So
           that
           upon
           my
           back
           may
           fall
           their
           breath
           .
        
         
           For
           quiet
           never
           will
           be
           
           Hector's
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Until
           of
           both
           of
           us
           he
           see
           the
           death
           ,
        
         
           And
           set
           himself
           upon
           Achilles
           Car
           ,
        
         
           And
           put
           the
           Squadrons
           of
           the
           Greeks
           to
           rout
           ,
        
         
           Or
           be
           amongst
           the
           foremost
           slain
           i'th'War
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           to
           th'
           Ajaxes
           cried
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           
             Menelaus
             .
             Ajax
             ,
             Menelaus
          
           ,
        
         
           The
           care
           of
           him
           that
           's
           dead
           to
           others
           give
           ,
        
         
           And
           shew
           your
           Valour
           where
           there
           is
           more
           cause
           .
        
         
           Come
           hither
           and
           take
           care
           of
           us
           that
           live
           .
        
         
         
           For
           Hector
           and
           Aeneas
           both
           are
           here
           .
        
         
           But
           yet
           since
           on
           
           Jove's
           will
           dependeth
           all
        
         
           Both
           good
           and
           evil
           hap
           ,
           I
           'll
           throw
           my
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           him
           where
           he
           pleaseth
           make
           it
           fall
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           spake
           the
           spear
           he
           from
           him
           sent
           ,
        
         
           Which
           chanc'd
           to
           light
           upon
           Ar●tes
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           And
           passing
           through
           into
           his
           Belly
           went.
        
         
           At
           which
           he
           starting
           fell
           upon
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           Automedon
           then
           Hector
           threw
           .
        
         
           But
           stooping
           forward
           he
           the
           Spear
           declin'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           ore
           his
           head
           through
           th'
           empty
           air
           it
           flew
           ,
        
         
           And
           shaking
           fixt
           it
           stood
           i'th'ground
           behind
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Fight
           by
           Mars
           becalmed
           was
           ;
        
         
           But
           with
           their
           Swords
           they
           had
           again
           faln
           on
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           th'
           Ajaxes
           two
           and
           Menelaus
        
         
           Came
           in
           ,
           that
           call'd
           were
           by
           Automedon
           .
        
         
           Aeneas
           then
           and
           Hector
           shrunk
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           Chromius
           with
           them
           ,
           but
           Aretus
           not
           ,
        
         
           But
           on
           the
           ground
           without
           his
           Armour
           lay
           .
        
         
           Automedon
           then
           mounts
           his
           Chariot
        
         
           All
           bloudy
           ,
           and
           the
           Armour
           by
           him
           set
           ,
        
         
           And
           said
           ,
           Though
           this
           revenge
           be
           very
           small
        
         
           For
           great
           Patroclus
           death
           ,
           't
           is
           better
           yet
           ,
        
         
           Though
           this
           a
           worse
           man
           be
           ,
           than
           none
           at
           all
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           Patroclus
           body
           now
           the
           Fight
        
         
           Was
           greater
           than
           before
           and
           fiercer
           grown
           .
        
         
           For
           Pallas
           coming
           did
           the
           Greeks
           incite
           ,
        
         
           By
           Jove
           himself
           (
           whose
           mind
           was
           chang'd
           )
           sent
           down
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           to
           mortals
           Jove
           will
           signifie
        
         
           Th'approach
           of
           War
           ,
           or
           Tempests
           cold
           and
           loud
           ,
        
         
           To
           make
           men
           leave
           their
           work
           ,
           and
           Cattle
           die
           ,
        
         
           He
           sets
           up
           in
           the
           Sky
           a
           purple
           Cloud
           ;
        
         
           In
           such
           a
           Cloud
           wrapt
           up
           Athena
           came
           ,
        
         
           The
           Daughter
           of
           great
           Jove
           ,
           and
           martial
           Maid
           ,
        
         
           To
           th'
           Argive
           Hoast
           their
           courage
           to
           inflame
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Atrides
           ,
           who
           stood
           neerest
           ,
           said
           ,
        
         
           In
           voyce
           and
           shape
           like
           
             Phoenix
             ,
             Menelaus
          
           ,
        
         
           If
           you
           let
           Dogs
           Patroclus
           body
           tear
           ,
        
         
           That
           of
           Achilles
           so
           beloved
           was
           ,
        
         
           You
           will
           be
           scorn'd
           .
           Go
           to
           him
           ,
           do
           not
           fear
           .
        
         
         
           Phoenix
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           would
           Pallas
           strengthen
           me
           ,
        
         
           And
           save
           me
           from
           so
           many
           Spears
           that
           fly
           ,
        
         
           Patroclus
           body
           soon
           should
           rescu'd
           be
           .
        
         
           For
           no
           man
           for
           him
           griev'd
           is
           more
           than
           I.
        
         
           But
           Hector
           fighteth
           like
           a
           raging
           flame
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           goes
           Jove
           gives
           him
           Victory
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Athena
           pleas'd
           was
           with
           the
           same
           ,
        
         
           Because
           to
           her
           he
           trusted
           specially
           ,
        
         
           And
           strengthned
           both
           his
           shoulders
           and
           his
           thighs
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           him
           bold
           as
           is
           a
           busie
           Flie
        
         
           Which
           beaten
           off
           ,
           again
           upon
           you
           flies
           ,
        
         
           And
           fears
           not
           for
           a
           little
           bloud
           to
           die
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           Patroclus
           then
           went
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           And
           mongst
           the
           throng
           of
           Trojans
           threw
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           It
           chanced
           that
           amongst
           them
           one
           there
           was
           ,
        
         
           
             Pydes
             Eëtions
          
           Son
           to
           Hector
           dear
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           wine
           his
           good
           Companion
           .
        
         
           Him
           Menelaus
           with
           his
           Spear
           then
           slew
        
         
           Just
           as
           he
           turn'd
           himself
           about
           to
           run
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           Trojans
           the
           dead
           body
           drew
           .
        
         
           To
           Hector
           then
           came
           Phoebus
           ,
           having
           on
        
         
           The
           form
           of
           Phoenops
           Son
           of
           Asius
           ,
        
         
           In
           
           Hector's
           grace
           inferior
           to
           none
           ,
        
         
           And
           standing
           by
           his
           side
           said
           to
           him
           thus
           .
        
         
           If
           you
           be
           so
           afraid
           of
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           What
           other
           Greek
           will
           be
           afraid
           of
           you
           ?
        
         
           He
           never
           yet
           good
           Spear-man
           counted
           was
        
         
           Nor
           is
           ,
           though
           Podes
           now
           by
           chance
           he
           slew
           ,
        
         
           And
           vainly
           now
           he
           thinks
           alone
           he
           can
        
         
           Bring
           off
           Patroclus
           body
           from
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           unto
           the
           body
           Hector
           ran
           .
        
         
           And
           Jove
           then
           lifted
           up
           his
           mighty
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           thick
           Clouds
           the
           Mountain
           Ida
           wraps
           ,
        
         
           And
           dark
           it
           was
           upon
           the
           Field
           as
           night
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           with
           Lightning
           and
           with
           Thunder
           claps
        
         
           The
           Squadrons
           of
           the
           Argives
           puts
           to
           flight
           .
        
         
           Menelaus
           who
           the
           Boeotions
           led
           ,
        
         
           Hurt
           in
           the
           shoulder
           by
           Polydamas
           ,
        
         
           Of
           the
           Achaeans
           was
           the
           first
           that
           fled
           ,
        
         
           And
           Leitus
           his
           Mate
           the
           second
           was
           ,
        
         
         
           That
           was
           by
           Hector
           wounded
           in
           the
           Wrist
           ,
        
         
           And
           could
           no
           longer
           use
           make
           of
           his
           Spear
           ;
        
         
           But
           from
           the
           battle
           forc'd
           was
           to
           desist
           ,
        
         
           And
           looking
           still
           about
           him
           ran
           in
           fear
           .
        
         
           Him
           Hector
           as
           he
           running
           was
           pursues
           .
        
         
           On
           
           Hector's
           Shield
           then
           lights
           a
           heavie
           Spear
        
         
           That
           thrown
           was
           at
           him
           by
           Idomeneus
           ,
        
         
           But
           brake
           in
           two
           ;
           and
           glad
           the
           Trojans
           were
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           Idomeneus
           then
           Hector
           threw
           ,
        
         
           Beside
           him
           but
           a
           little
           went
           the
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           lighting
           upon
           Caeranus
           him
           slew
           ,
        
         
           Who
           was
           Meriones
           his
           Charretier
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           came
           to
           Lyctus
           all
           the
           way
        
         
           By
           Sea
           ,
           and
           thence
           he
           went
           to
           Troy
           by
           land
           .
        
         
           And
           much
           good
           service
           he
           had
           done
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           For
           fallen
           had
           the
           King
           by
           
           Hector's
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           safe
           had
           been
           himself
           ;
           but
           now
           was
           hit
        
         
           By
           
           Hector's
           Spear
           betwixt
           the
           Cheek
           and
           Ear
           ,
        
         
           And
           struck
           out
           were
           his
           Teeth
           ,
           his
           Tongue
           was
           slit
           ,
        
         
           And
           falling
           to
           the
           ground
           expired
           there
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Meriones
           took
           up
           the
           Reyns
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Idomeneus
           cri'd
           out
           to
           fly
           .
        
         
           To
           little
           purpose
           now
           is
           all
           our
           pains
           ;
        
         
           You
           see
           the
           Trojans
           have
           the
           Victory
           .
        
         
           Idomeneus
           to
           th'Ships
           then
           drave
           away
        
         
           As
           fast
           as
           he
           could
           make
           the
           Horses
           go
           ,
        
         
           As
           being
           certain
           they
           had
           lost
           the
           day
           .
        
         
           And
           Ajax
           did
           the
           same
           acknowledge
           now
           .
        
         
           Meriones
           (
           said
           he
           )
           and
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           That
           Jove
           will
           to
           the
           Trojans
           give
           the
           day
        
         
           A
           man
           may
           see
           that
           little
           judgment
           has
           ,
        
         
           So
           manifestly
           now
           he
           fights
           for
           Troy.
        
         
           The
           Spears
           thrown
           by
           the
           Trojans
           never
           miss
           ,
        
         
           But
           on
           one
           Greek
           or
           other
           always
           light
           ,
        
         
           Ours
           seldom
           hit
           .
           What
           cause
           is
           there
           of
           this
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           great
           Jove
           doth
           for
           the
           Trojans
           fight
           ?
        
         
           Let
           's
           therefore
           here
           consider
           of
           some
           way
        
         
           To
           fetch
           Patroclus
           off
           ,
           and
           then
           go
           home
           .
        
         
           For
           to
           our
           friends
           in
           Greece
           't
           will
           be
           a
           joy
        
         
           To
           see
           us
           safe
           again
           from
           Hector
           come
           ;
        
         
         
           Who
           when
           they
           to
           the
           Sea
           their
           faces
           turn
           ▪
        
         
           Despair
           of
           ever
           seeing
           us
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           think
           that
           Hector
           will
           the
           Navie
           burn
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           we
           there
           shall
           ev'ry
           man
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           O
           that
           we
           had
           some
           fit
           man
           here
           to
           send
        
         
           T'
           Achilles
           Tent
           ;
           for
           nothing
           yet
           knows
           he
           ,
        
         
           That
           by
           the
           Trojans
           slain
           is
           his
           dear
           friend
           ▪
        
         
           But
           't
           is
           so
           dark
           I
           no
           such
           man
           can
           see
           .
        
         
           O
           Jove
           ,
           give
           us
           once
           more
           a
           Sky
           serene
           ;
        
         
           Remove
           this
           Mist
           that
           we
           may
           see
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Or
           if
           to
           kill
           the
           Argives
           all
           you
           mean
           ,
        
         
           O
           Father
           Jove
           ,
           yet
           kill
           us
           in
           the
           light
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Jove
           had
           compassion
           on
           his
           Tears
           .
        
         
           The
           Sun
           again
           his
           glittring
           Beams
           displays
           .
        
         
           Scatters
           the
           Clouds
           again
           and
           th'
           Heaven
           clears
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           
             Menelaus
             Ajax
          
           says
           ,
        
         
           About
           the
           Field
           go
           Menelaus
           now
           ,
        
         
           And
           seek
           Antilochus
           ,
           and
           bid
           him
           go
        
         
           Unto
           Achilles
           Tent
           ,
           and
           let
           him
           know
        
         
           His
           friend
           Patroclus
           slain
           is
           by
           the
           Foe
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           away
           Atrides
           went.
           As
           when
        
         
           A
           hungry
           Lion
           parteth
           from
           a
           Fold
           ,
        
         
           Having
           in
           vain
           provok'd
           the
           Dogs
           and
           Men
        
         
           That
           did
           him
           from
           th'
           expected
           prey
           withhold
           ,
        
         
           Watching
           all
           night
           ,
           when
           fain
           he
           would
           have
           fed
           ;
        
         
           But
           all
           the
           night
           the
           Darts
           about
           him
           fly
        
         
           And
           flaming
           Brands
           which
           Lions
           chiefly
           dread
           ;
        
         
           Away
           he
           goes
           i'
           th'
           morn
           unwillingly
           ;
        
         
           So
           from
           Patroclus
           body
           parted
           he
        
         
           Against
           his
           will
           ,
           thinking
           the
           Greeks
           afraid
        
         
           Might
           leave
           Patroclus
           to
           the
           Enemie
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Meriones
           and
           th'
           Ajaxes
           said
           ,
        
         
           How
           good
           a
           man
           Patroclus
           was
           you
           know
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           in
           our
           defence
           his
           bloud
           he
           shed
           ,
        
         
           And
           therefore
           valiantly
           defend
           him
           now
           .
        
         
           Let
           not
           the
           Foe
           abuse
           his
           body
           dead
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           this
           had
           said
           he
           went
           away
           ,
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Argives
           peeping
           here
           and
           there
           ,
        
         
           Like
           to
           an
           Eagle
           soaring
           for
           a
           Prey
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Bushes
           peeping
           for
           a
           Hare
           ;
        
         
         
           So
           he
           amongst
           the
           Argives
           lookt
           about
        
         
           Seeking
           of
           
           Nestor's
           Son
           Antilochus
           .
        
         
           Nor
           was
           it
           long
           before
           he
           found
           him
           out
        
         
           Cheering
           his
           men
           ,
           and
           said
           unto
           him
           thus
           .
        
         
           Antilochus
           come
           neer
           and
           hear
           from
           me
        
         
           Sad
           news
           ;
           I
           would
           it
           were
           not
           also
           true
           ,
        
         
           That
           now
           the
           Trojans
           have
           the
           Victorie
           ,
        
         
           I
           think
           it
           is
           already
           known
           to
           you
           .
        
         
           But
           further
           know
           that
           slain
           Patroclus
           is
           .
        
         
           Run
           therefore
           to
           Achilles
           quickly
           ,
           and
        
         
           Tell
           him
           the
           news
           .
           It
           may
           be
           ,
           mov'd
           by
           this
        
         
           To
           help
           the
           Argives
           with
           his
           mighty
           hand
           ,
        
         
           He
           'll
           to
           the
           naked
           body
           hither
           come
        
         
           (
           For
           now
           Achilles
           Armour
           Hector
           wears
           )
           .
        
         
           At
           this
           Antilochus
           was
           stricken
           dumb
           ,
        
         
           And
           filled
           were
           and
           swoln
           his
           eyes
           with
           tears
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           Antilochus
           no
           longer
           staid
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           Laodocus
           his
           Armour
           gave
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           the
           same
           upon
           his
           Charret
           laid
           ;
        
         
           For
           to
           that
           end
           he
           neer
           unto
           him
           drave
           .
        
         
           Away
           Antilochus
           then
           weeping
           went
        
         
           To
           carry
           to
           Achilles
           the
           ill
           news
           ,
        
         
           And
           left
           to
           Thrasymed
           his
           Regiment
           .
        
         
           For
           Menelaus
           did
           the
           same
           refuse
           ;
        
         
           Though
           of
           a
           valiant
           Commander
           then
        
         
           The
           tired
           Pylians
           had
           the
           greatest
           need
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Ajaxes
           return'd
           agen
        
         
           Where
           lay
           Patroclus
           body
           ,
           with
           all
           speed
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           thither
           came
           ,
           unto
           them
           said
           ,
        
         
           Antilochus
           is
           to
           Achilles
           gone
           .
        
         
           Although
           I
           see
           not
           how
           he
           should
           us
           aid
           .
        
         
           How
           can
           he
           ,
           seeing
           Armour
           he
           has
           none
           ?
        
         
           Let
           's
           therefore
           now
           bethink
           our selves
           ,
           how
           we
        
         
           Our selves
           may
           bear
           the
           body
           from
           the
           Field
           ;
        
         
           And
           also
           how
           we
           may
           secured
           be
        
         
           Against
           the
           Trojans
           that
           we
           be
           not
           kill'd
           .
        
         
           Ajax
           to
           this
           replying
           said
           ,
           'T
           is
           true
           ,
        
         
           And
           the
           advice
           I
           'll
           give
           you
           will
           be
           right
           .
        
         
           Take
           up
           the
           Corps
           Meriones
           and
           you
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           your
           shoulders
           bear
           it
           from
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
         
           We
           two
           that
           are
           of
           one
           name
           and
           one
           mind
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           Field
           together
           use
           to
           be
        
         
           Will
           fighting
           with
           the
           Trojans
           come
           behind
           ,
        
         
           Till
           at
           the
           Ships
           the
           body
           lain
           we
           see
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Meriones
           and
           Menelaus
        
         
           Up
           to
           their
           shoulders
           hoyst
           the
           body
           dead
           .
        
         
           Whilst
           towards
           them
           the
           back
           of
           Ajax
           was
           ,
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           with
           great
           shouting
           followed
           .
        
         
           Just
           as
           a
           Pack
           of
           Hounds
           pursue
           a
           Boar
        
         
           Wounded
           by
           Hunters
           ,
           running
           with
           great
           cry
           ,
        
         
           Until
           he
           turn
           ;
           then
           follow
           him
           no
           more
           ,
        
         
           But
           scatter'd
           are
           ,
           and
           this
           and
           that
           way
           fly
           ;
        
         
           So
           did
           the
           Trojans
           after
           Ajax
           run
        
         
           As
           long
           as
           towards
           them
           was
           not
           his
           face
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           he
           turned
           ,
           neer
           him
           durst
           stay
           none
           ,
        
         
           But
           stood
           at
           a
           great
           distance
           from
           the
           place
           .
        
         
           Thus
           fetcht
           they
           off
           at
           last
           the
           body
           dead
           ,
        
         
           With
           at
           their
           heels
           of
           Trojan
           Spe●rs
           great
           showers
           ;
        
         
           And
           Argives
           dropt
           abundance
           as
           they
           fled
           ,
        
         
           Like
           houses
           in
           a
           Twon
           on
           fire
           ,
           and
           Tow'rs
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           two
           Mules
           in
           heavie
           way
           are
           set
        
         
           To
           drag
           down
           from
           the
           Hills
           some
           mighty
           Tree
        
         
           To
           be
           a
           Beam
           or
           Mast
           ,
           it
           makes
           them
           sweat
        
         
           Before
           into
           the
           Plain
           it
           drawn
           could
           be
           ;
        
         
           So
           Menelaus
           and
           Meriones
        
         
           Sweating
           and
           moyling
           with
           the
           body
           go
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           a
           Rock
           that
           keepeth
           off
           the
           Seas
           ;
        
         
           So
           Ajax
           at
           their
           backs
           kept
           off
           the
           Fo.
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           led
           by
           Hector
           and
           Aeneas
        
         
           Pursue
           the
           flying
           Greeks
           with
           mighty
           cry
           ,
        
         
           As
           from
           a
           Hawk
           that
           preys
           on
           Birds
           like
           these
           ,
        
         
           A
           Cloud
           of
           Starelings
           cackle
           when
           they
           fly
           .
        
         
           And
           many
           of
           them
           threw
           their
           Arms
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           they
           came
           to
           fight
           had
           quite
           forgot
           .
        
         
           In
           and
           about
           the
           Ditch
           much
           Armour
           lay
        
         
           Of
           flying
           Greeks
           .
           But
           done
           the
           Fight
           was
           not
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XVIII
           .
        
         
           WHilst
           at
           the
           Ships
           the
           Greeks
           and
           Trojans
           sought
           ,
        
         
           Antilochus
           came
           to
           Achilles
           Tent.
        
         
           And
           found
           him
           to
           the
           Argive
           Ditch
           gone
           out
        
         
           Presaging
           in
           his
           minde
           the
           sad
           event
           ,
        
         
           And
           saying
           to
           himself
           ,
           Ay
           me
           what
           's
           this
           ?
        
         
           The
           Battle
           to
           the
           Ships
           is
           come
           again
           ;
        
         
           Pray
           God
           it
           be
           not
           as
           I
           fear
           it
           is
           ,
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           are
           routed
           and
           Patroclus
           slain
           .
        
         
           My
           Mother
           told
           me
           that
           the
           best
           of
           all
        
         
           The
           Myrmidons
           by
           th'
           Trojans
           should
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           I
           bad
           him
           not
           t'
           assault
           the
           Trojan
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           fight
           with
           Hector
           ,
           but
           come
           back
           again
           .
        
         
           As
           speaking
           to
           himself
           Achilles
           stood
           ,
        
         
           Antilochus
           unto
           him
           weeping
           came
           ,
        
         
           The
           news
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           I
           bring
           you
           is
           not
           good
           .
        
         
           I
           cannot
           without
           Tears
           relate
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           Slain
           is
           Patroclus
           .
           On
           the
           ground
           he
           lies
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           they
           fighting
           are
           with
           Swords
           and
           Spears
        
         
           Who
           shall
           his
           Body
           have
           with
           mighty
           cries
        
         
           Though
           naked
           ;
           for
           his
           Armour
           Hector
           wears
           .
        
         
           At
           this
           sad
           news
           dark
           were
           Achilles
           eyes
           .
        
         
           And
           up
           he
           takes
           the
           dust
           with
           both
           his
           hands
           ,
        
         
           And
           throws
           it
           on
           his
           head
           ;
           then
           down
           he
           lies
           ,
        
         
           His
           Face
           and
           Coat
           sulli'd
           with
           dust
           and
           sands
           ,
        
         
           And
           tore
           his
           hair
           .
           And
           then
           the
           lovely
           prey
        
         
           Of
           Captive
           women
           that
           had
           taken
           been
        
         
           By
           him
           and
           by
           Patroclus
           before
           Troy
        
         
           Affrighted
           from
           Achilles
           Tent
           came
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           over
           him
           they
           beat
           their
           Breasts
           and
           moan'd
           .
        
         
           On
           th'
           other
           side
           Antilocus
           was
           fain
        
         
           To
           hold
           his
           hands
           ,
           so
           mightily
           he
           groan'd
           ;
        
         
           Lest
           otherwise
           he
           should
           himself
           have
           slain
           .
        
         
         
           His
           Mother
           Thetis
           hearing
           him
           complain
           ,
        
         
           Though
           sitting
           in
           the
           deepest
           of
           the
           Seas
           ,
        
         
           Wept
           out
           aloud
           ,
           and
           presently
           her
           train
        
         
           About
           her
           came
           of
           the
           Nereiades
           .
        
         
           
             Glauca
             ,
             Thaleia
          
           ,
           and
           Cymodoca
           ,
        
         
           Nesaea
           ,
           Speio
           ,
           Thoa
           ,
           Halia
        
         
           And
           Aemioreia
           ,
           and
           Cymothoa
           ,
        
         
           
             Melita
             Iaera
          
           ,
           and
           Amphithoa
           ,
        
         
           And
           
             Doto
             ,
             Proto
             ,
             Actaea
             ,
             Agava
             ,
          
        
         
           Doris
           ,
           Dexamena
           ,
           Dynamena
           ,
        
         
           And
           Callianeira
           ,
           and
           Amphinoma
           ,
        
         
           
             Pherusa
             Apseudes
          
           ,
           and
           fair
           Panopa
           ,
        
         
           Nemertes
           ,
           and
           the
           milk-white
           Galataea
           ,
        
         
           And
           Clymene
           there
           was
           ,
           and
           Callianassa
           ,
        
         
           And
           
             Maera
             ,
             Orithvia
          
           ,
           and
           glorious
           Amatheia
           ,
        
         
           And
           (
           not
           to
           name
           them
           all
           )
           fair
           Janassa
        
         
           With
           all
           the
           rest
           ,
           and
           fill'd
           the
           silver
           Cave
           ,
        
         
           And
           beat
           their
           breasts
           ,
           and
           round
           ●er
           stood
           dismaid
           .
        
         
           And
           Thetis
           then
           th'
           account
           unto
           them
           gave
        
         
           Of
           her
           great
           grief
           ,
           and
           thus
           unto
           them
           said
           ,
        
         
           Hear
           me
           Nereïdes
           my
           Sisters
           dear
           ,
        
         
           And
           be
           acquainted
           with
           my
           misery
           .
        
         
           Ah
           wretched
           Goddess
           that
           I
           was
           to
           bear
        
         
           The
           best
           of
           all
           the
           Heroes
           ;
           and
           when
           he
        
         
           Was
           quickly
           grown
           up
           to
           a
           goodly
           height
           ,
        
         
           Send
           him
           unto
           the
           War
           at
           Ilium
        
         
           Against
           the
           Trojans
           for
           the
           Greeks
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           From
           whence
           he
           never
           should
           aga●n
           come
           home
           ;
        
         
           But
           spend
           his
           little
           time
           of
           life
           in
           woe
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           can
           nothing
           do
           for
           his
           relief
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           I
           mean
           to
           visit
           him
           ,
           and
           know
           ,
        
         
           Since
           he
           not
           fights
           ,
           what
           cause
           he
           hath
           of
           grief
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           she
           with
           her
           Nymphs
           went
           from
           the
           Cave
           .
        
         
           The
           Sea
           before
           them
           her
           smooth
           water
           tore
           ,
        
         
           And
           gentle
           passage
           to
           the
           Goddess
           gave
           ,
        
         
           Till
           they
           were
           landed
           on
           the
           Trojan
           shore
           ,
        
         
           Where
           lay
           Achilles
           Ships
           upon
           the
           sand
           ;
        
         
           And
           straight
           up
           to
           
             Achilles
             Thetis
          
           went
           ,
        
         
           The
           Nymphs
           attending
           on
           her
           hand
           in
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           seeing
           him
           so
           gr●evously
           lament
           ,
        
         
         
           She
           held
           him
           by
           the
           head
           ,
           and
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Why
           weep
           you
           thus
           sweet
           Child
           ;
           what
           is
           't
           you
           ail
           ?
        
         
           For
           that
           which
           formerly
           to
           Jove
           you
           pray'd
        
         
           Against
           th'
           ingrateful
           Greeks
           ,
           I
           did
           prevail
           .
        
         
           To
           th'Ships
           they
           have
           been
           beaten
           from
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           And
           know
           in
           what
           great
           need
           they
           stand
           of
           you
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           in
           heaps
           been
           by
           the
           Trojans
           kill'd
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           Achilles
           answ'ring
           said
           ,
           'T
           is
           true
        
         
           But
           in
           my
           life
           what
           pleasure
           can
           I
           find
           ,
        
         
           Since
           sweet
           Patroclus
           slain
           is
           by
           his
           Foes
           ,
        
         
           On
           whom
           of
           all
           men
           most
           I
           set
           my
           mind
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hector
           in
           his
           Arms
           triumphing
           goes
           ,
        
         
           Those
           mighty
           Arms
           giv'n
           by
           the
           Gods
           that
           day
        
         
           That
           you
           were
           pleas'd
           a
           mortal
           man
           to
           wed
           ,
        
         
           To
           Pelias
           .
           Oh
           had
           you
           been
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           a
           mortal
           woman
           married
           !
        
         
           You
           had
           not
           for
           your
           Son
           been
           grieved
           then
           ,
        
         
           That
           never
           to
           you
           should
           return
           again
           .
        
         
           Nor
           do
           I
           wish
           to
           live
           with
           mortal
           men
        
         
           But
           till
           I
           with
           my
           Spear
           have
           Hector
           slain
           .
        
         
           By
           what
           you
           say
           (
           said
           Thetis
           to
           her
           Son
           )
        
         
           Short
           liv'd
           you
           are
           .
           Your
           own
           fate
           then
           is
           nigh
           .
        
         
           I
           care
           not
           ,
           said
           Achilles
           ,
           when
           that
           's
           done
        
         
           I
           shall
           be
           very
           well
           content
           to
           die
           .
        
         
           For
           since
           I
           never
           must
           return
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           no
           defence
           in
           me
           Patroclus
           found
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           other
           good
           men
           by
           the
           Trojans
           slain
           ,
        
         
           I
           but
           a
           needless
           weight
           am
           to
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           Oh
           that
           Contention
           lost
           for
           ever
           were
        
         
           And
           Choler
           to
           the
           heart
           of
           man
           so
           sweet
           ,
        
         
           Which
           often
           make
           the
           wisest
           men
           to
           erre
           !
        
         
           In
           Agamemnon
           and
           my self
           I
           see
           't
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           't
           is
           past
           ,
           let
           's
           put
           it
           out
           of
           mind
           .
        
         
           For
           dead
           he
           is
           ,
           and
           cannot
           live
           again
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           I
           'll
           see
           if
           Hector
           I
           can
           find
        
         
           That
           has
           my
           dearest
           friend
           Patroclus
           slain
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           let
           Jove
           do
           what
           himself
           thinks
           good
           .
        
         
           For
           Hercules
           could
           not
           avoid
           his
           fate
           ,
        
         
           Who
           most
           of
           mortals
           in
           his
           favour
           stood
           ,
        
         
           But
           di'd
           by
           Destiny
           and
           
           Juno's
           hate
           ;
        
         
         
           And
           so
           shall
           I
           ,
           when
           my
           day
           shall
           arrive
           ,
        
         
           Lie
           still
           when
           dead
           .
           But
           now
           let
           me
           gain
           same
        
         
           Amongst
           th'
           Achaeans
           while
           I
           am
           alive
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           some
           Trojan
           or
           some
           Dardan
           Dame
        
         
           With
           both
           her
           tender
           hands
           to
           tear
           her
           Cheeks
           ,
        
         
           And
           sigh
           ,
           and
           with
           her
           tears
           her
           beauty
           blot
           ,
        
         
           And
           know
           my
           hand
           from
           that
           of
           other
           Greeks
           ,
        
         
           And
           when
           I
           with
           th'
           Achaeans
           am
           ,
           when
           not
           .
        
         
           And
           therefore
           ,
           Mother
           ,
           dearly
           as
           you
           love
           me
           ,
        
         
           Endeavour
           not
           to
           make
           me
           here
           abide
           .
        
         
           For
           from
           my
           purpose
           you
           cannot
           remove
           me
           .
        
         
           Unto
           
             Achilles
             Thetis
          
           then
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           Dear
           Child
           your
           purpose
           I
           'll
           not
           reprehend
        
         
           Patroclus
           body
           from
           the
           Foe
           to
           save
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           that
           the
           Argive
           people
           you
           defend
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           you
           know
           your
           Arms
           the
           Trojans
           have
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hector
           weareth
           them
           ;
           but
           shall
           not
           long
           .
        
         
           The
           latest
           of
           his
           days
           is
           to
           him
           nigh
           .
        
         
           But
           go
           not
           you
           into
           the
           bloudy
           throng
           ,
        
         
           Till
           here
           agen
           you
           have
           me
           in
           your
           eye
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           she
           turn'd
           to
           the
           Nereiades
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           them
           said
           ,
           Nereiades
           dive
           you
        
         
           To
           Nereus
           at
           the
           bottom
           of
           the
           Seas
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           you
           see
           has
           hapned
           to
           him
           shew
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           up
           to
           Olympus
           must
           be
           gone
        
         
           To
           Vulcan
           (
           if
           such
           favour
           I
           can
           gain
           )
        
         
           To
           get
           a
           good
           new
           Armour
           for
           my
           Son.
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Nymphs
           to
           Sea
           return'd
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           Thetis
           to
           Olympus
           went
           her
           way
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           Greeks
           before
           the
           Trojans
           fly
        
         
           With
           mighty
           cries
           ,
           and
           never
           stop●
           till
           they
        
         
           Were
           at
           the
           Ships
           ,
           and
           to
           the
           wide
           Sea
           nigh
           .
        
         
           Nor
           was
           Patroclus
           body
           rescu'd
           yet
           ;
        
         
           For
           now
           afresh
           the
           Trojans
           to
           them
           came
           .
        
         
           Which
           did
           another
           fiercer
           fight
           beget
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hector
           fell
           upon
           them
           like
           a
           flame
           .
        
         
           Thrice
           laid
           he
           hold
           upon
           Patroclus
           foot
           ,
        
         
           And
           forc'd
           he
           was
           as
           oft
           to
           let
           it
           fall
           ,
        
         
           To
           kill
           some
           others
           .
           Then
           again
           came
           to
           't
           .
        
         
           But
           from
           the
           Body
           went
           not
           back
           at
           all
           .
        
         
         
           No
           more
           could
           Hector
           driven
           be
           away
        
         
           From
           the
           dead
           body
           by
           th'
           Ajaxes
           two
           ,
        
         
           Than
           can
           a
           hungry
           Lion
           from
           his
           Prey
        
         
           For
           any
           thing
           the
           Herds-men
           griev'd
           can
           do
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           had
           Patroclus
           body
           got
           ,
        
         
           And
           gained
           had
           thereby
           a
           great
           renown
           ,
        
         
           But
           Juno
           (
           though
           the
           other
           Gods
           knew
           not
           )
        
         
           T'
           Achilles
           in
           great
           hast
           sent
           Iris
           down
           .
        
         
           T'
           Achilles
           straight
           she
           came
           ,
           and
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Up
           terrible
           Pelides
           to
           the
           Warre
           ,
        
         
           And
           your
           beloved
           friend
           Patroclus
           aid
           ;
        
         
           For
           at
           the
           Ships
           they
           fighting
           for
           him
           are
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           to
           save
           his
           body
           are
           in
           pain
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           fain
           would
           drag
           him
           into
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           Hector
           most
           of
           all
           that
           has
           him
           slain
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           shoulders
           take
           his
           head
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           stick
           it
           up
           upon
           the
           Trojan
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           Leaving
           his
           Corps
           a
           Prey
           to
           Dog
           and
           Kite
           .
        
         
           Th●●k
           what
           reproach
           will
           then
           upon
           you
           fall
           ▪
        
         
           Lie
           then
           no
           longer
           here
           ,
           but
           rise
           and
           fight
           .
        
         
           A●hilles
           then
           repli'd
           ▪
           Iris
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Tell
           me
           what
           God
           o●
           Goddess
           sent
           you
           down
           .
        
         
           Juno
           ▪
           said
           Iris
           ,
           sent
           me
           ;
           none
           but
           she
           .
        
         
           To
           all
           the
           rest
           my
           coming
           is
           unknown
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Achilles
           to
           her
           said
           again
           ,
        
         
           Since
           they
           have
           got
           my
           Arms
           how
           can
           I
           fight
           ?
        
         
           And
           Thetis
           bids
           me
           from
           the
           War
           abstain
        
         
           Till
           she
           return
           agen
           into
           my
           sight
        
         
           Who
           is
           to
           Vulcan
           for
           new
           Armour
           gone
           ,
        
         
           And
           here
           's
           no
           other
           Armour
           for
           me
           fit
        
         
           But
           Ajaxes
           ;
           who
           ,
           I
           hope
           ,
           has
           it
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           Patroclus
           now
           has
           use
           of
           it
           .
        
         
           We
           know
           ,
           said
           Iris
           ,
           Armour
           you
           have
           none
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           you
           are
           ,
           upon
           the
           Ditch
           appear
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           from
           the
           Corps
           will
           soon
           be
           gone
           ,
        
         
           And
           leave
           it
           to
           the
           Greeks
           for
           very
           fear
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Goddess
           Iris
           vanished
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           rose
           ,
           and
           Pallas
           to
           him
           came
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           him
           puts
           her
           Shield
           ,
           and
           on
           his
           head
        
         
           A
           golden
           Cloud
           ,
           from
           which
           arose
           a
           flame
           .
        
         
         
           As
           when
           an
           Isle
           invaded
           is
           by
           Foes
           ,
        
         
           The
           Citizens
           to
           call
           their
           Neighbours
           in
        
         
           Make
           Fires
           ,
           the
           smoak
           up
           to
           the
           Heaven
           goes
        
         
           By
           day
           ;
           by
           night
           the
           Flame
           ,
           and
           far
           are
           seen
           ;
        
         
           Upon
           Achilles
           head
           stood
           such
           a
           flame
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           unto
           the
           Ditch
           he
           went
           and
           shouted
           ,
        
         
           And
           farther
           off
           Athena
           did
           the
           same
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           when
           they
           heard
           it
           strait
           were
           routed
           .
        
         
           As
           clear
           as
           any
           Trumpet
           in
           the
           Wars
           ,
        
         
           They
           heard
           Achilles
           voice
           ,
           and
           were
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           disorder
           turn'd
           about
           their
           Chars
           ,
        
         
           But
           at
           his
           flaming
           head
           we●e
           most
           dismaid
           .
        
         
           Thrice
           shouted
           he
           ,
           thrice
           they
           disorder'd
           were
           ;
        
         
           And
           slain
           were
           of
           the
           Trojans
           twelve
           brave
           men
        
         
           By
           their
           own
           Chars
           and
           Spears
           encumbred
           there
           .
        
         
           In
           so
           much
           haste
           they
           turn'd
           to
           fly
           .
           And
           then
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           the
           body
           laid
           upon
           a
           Bed
        
         
           And
           Bier
           ,
           and
           standing
           by
           his
           side
           lament
           .
        
         
           And
           tears
           abundance
           there
           Achilles
           shed
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           he
           sent
           him
           had
           did
           now
           repent
           .
        
         
           The
           Sun
           by
           Juno
           hastned
           quencht
           his
           fire
           .
        
         
           The
           Argives
           on
           the
           place
           stay
           quietly
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           to
           without
           the
           Ditch
           retire
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           Chars
           the
           weary
           Steeds
           unty
           .
        
         
           Then
           presently
           the
           Chiefs
           to
           counsel
           call
        
         
           Before
           they
           sup
           ,
           and
           standing
           on
           their
           feet
           ,
        
         
           This
           Apparition
           so
           scar'd
           them
           all
           ,
        
         
           That
           none
           amongst
           them
           had
           a
           minde
           to
           sit
           .
        
         
           And
           first
           unto
           them
           spake
           Polydama●
        
         
           Panthoides
           ,
           Hector's
           friend
           ;
           both
           born
           one
           night
           .
        
         
           He
           better
           Counsellor
           than
           Hector
           was
           ,
        
         
           But
           Hector
           beter
           was
           than
           he
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           My
           friends
           ,
           be
           well
           advised
           now
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           It
           is
           not
           safe
           here
           on
           the
           Plain
           to
           stay
           ▪
        
         
           Until
           the
           morning
           light
           again
           we
           see
           ,
        
         
           So
           near
           the
           Argive
           Ships
           ,
           so
           far
           from
           Troy.
        
         
           Whilst
           this
           man
           absent
           was
           in
           discontent
        
         
           With
           Agamemnon
           ,
           and
           forbore
           to
           sight
           ,
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           were
           easie
           Foes
           ;
           to
           th'Ships
           I
           went
        
         
           My self
           ,
           and
           willingly
           lay
           out
           all
           night
           ;
        
         
         
           But
           if
           Achilles
           hither
           now
           should
           come
           ,
        
         
           We
           must
           not
           only
           here
           fight
           for
           our
           lives
           .
        
         
           So
           proud
           he
           is
           ,
           he
           'll
           go
           to
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           the
           City
           fight
           and
           for
           our
           Wives
           .
        
         
           Let
           's
           to
           the
           City
           go
           .
           'T
           is
           as
           I
           say
           ,
        
         
           And
           nothing
           keeps
           him
           from
           us
           but
           the
           night
           .
        
         
           And
           if
           he
           here
           shall
           find
           us
           when
           't
           is
           day
           ,
        
         
           Some
           of
           us
           will
           acknowledge
           I
           say
           right
           .
        
         
           And
           many
           flying
           wish
           when
           't
           is
           too
           late
           ,
        
         
           They
           were
           within
           the
           Walls
           of
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           Dogs
           and
           Kites
           shall
           eat
           without
           the
           Gate
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           my
           ears
           may
           never
           such
           news
           come
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           you
           will
           be
           ruled
           all
           by
           me
           ,
        
         
           Into
           the
           Market-place
           of
           Troy
           by
           night
        
         
           We
           'll
           bring
           our
           strength
           ,
           and
           soon
           as
           we
           can
           see
           ,
        
         
           Stand
           arm'd
           upon
           the
           Tow'rs
           prepar'd
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           Then
           let
           him
           from
           the
           Ships
           come
           fight
           at
           Troy.
        
         
           And
           drive
           about
           the
           Walls
           and
           do
           his
           worst
           ,
        
         
           And
           having
           tir'd
           his
           Horses
           go
           away
           .
        
         
           Take
           it
           he
           shall
           not
           ,
           Dogs
           shall
           eat
           him
           first
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           frowning
           on
           him
           thus
           replies
           .
        
         
           Again
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           I
           from
           you
           must
           dissent
           ,
        
         
           Since
           you
           to
           shut
           our selves
           in
           Troy
           advise
           .
        
         
           We
           have
           already
           there
           too
           long
           been
           pent
           .
        
         
           Troy
           once
           was
           counted
           rich
           in
           Brass
           and
           Gold.
        
         
           But
           since
           Jove
           angry
           was
           ,
           all
           that
           is
           gone
           ,
        
         
           In
           Phrygia
           and
           in
           Maeonia
           sold
           ,
        
         
           And
           little
           left
           in
           Ilium
           to
           be
           won
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           the
           Greeks
           are
           beaten
           and
           dismayd
        
         
           By
           th'
           hand
           of
           Jove
           ,
           your
           fear
           is
           out
           of
           season
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           will
           you
           by
           the
           Trojans
           be
           obey'd
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           shall
           you
           ;
           though
           the
           Trojans
           thought
           it
           reason
           .
        
         
           And
           therefore
           take
           my
           counsel
           ,
           which
           is
           this
           .
        
         
           Go
           now
           and
           ev'ry
           man
           his
           Supper
           take
        
         
           In
           Rank
           and
           File
           there
           where
           he
           placed
           is
           ;
        
         
           And
           set
           good
           Guards
           ,
           and
           keep
           your selves
           awake
           .
        
         
           If
           any
           Trojan
           for
           his
           Goods
           lament
           ,
        
         
           He
           may
           the
           same
           upon
           the
           Town
           bestow
        
         
           In
           service
           of
           the
           Publick
           to
           be
           spent
           ,
        
         
           Rather
           than
           be
           possessed
           by
           the
           Foe
           ;
        
         
         
           And
           armed
           in
           the
           morn
           go
           to
           the
           Fleet
           ,
        
         
           And
           sharply
           charge
           the
           Greeks
           by
           break
           of
           day
           .
        
         
           And
           if
           indeed
           Achilles
           there
           we
           meet
        
         
           He
           were
           not
           best
           oppose
           us
           in
           our
           way
           .
        
         
           For
           from
           him
           I
           will
           neither
           fly
           nor
           shrink
           ,
        
         
           But
           either
           honour
           from
           him
           bear
           away
           ,
        
         
           Or
           he
           from
           me
           .
           Mars
           common
           is
           I
           think
        
         
           To
           them
           that
           fight
           ;
           and
           slain
           are
           they
           that
           slay
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Trojans
           heard
           with
           great
           applause
           ,
        
         
           Fools
           as
           they
           were
           ;
           Pallas
           had
           made
           them
           mad
           .
        
         
           But
           none
           of
           them
           commend
           Polydamas
           ,
        
         
           That
           given
           them
           much
           better
           counsel
           had
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           presently
           to
           Supper
           went.
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           all
           night
           about
           Patroclus
           stand
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           began
           Achilles
           to
           lament
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           Patroclus
           breast
           he
           laid
           his
           hand
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Lion
           coming
           to
           his
           Den
        
         
           Misses
           the
           tender
           Whelps
           he
           left
           behind
           ,
        
         
           He
           roars
           ,
           and
           furiously
           goes
           out
           agen
           .
        
         
           And
           through
           the
           Vallies
           hunts
           ,
           the
           Thief
           to
           find
           ;
        
         
           Such
           fierce
           thoughts
           on
           Achilles
           heart
           then
           lay
           .
        
         
           And
           sighing
           to
           the
           Myrmidons
           he
           spake
           .
        
         
           Oh
           ,
           what
           did
           I
           to
           old
           Menoetius
           say
           !
        
         
           How
           vain
           a
           promise
           did
           I
           to
           him
           make
           !
        
         
           I
           said
           when
           we
           had
           sackt
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           to
           Opus
           would
           bring
           back
           his
           Son
        
         
           Enriched
           with
           his
           portion
           of
           the
           Prey
           .
        
         
           But
           all
           we
           hope
           from
           Jove
           is
           seldom
           done
           .
        
         
           For
           both
           of
           us
           have
           the
           same
           Destiny
        
         
           With
           our
           hearts
           bloud
           to
           dye
           the
           Trojan
           Plain
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           lieth
           now
           ,
           so
           shall
           I
           lie
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           to
           my
           Parents
           come
           again
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           Patroclus
           you
           the
           first
           are
           dead
           ,
        
         
           Your
           Funeral
           I
           will
           not
           celebrate
           ,
        
         
           Till
           I
           have
           brought
           you
           
           Hector's
           Arms
           and
           Head
           ,
        
         
           Whose
           bloudy
           hand
           deliver'd
           your
           sad
           fate
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           twelve
           of
           the
           Noble
           youths
           of
           Troy
        
         
           Beheaded
           in
           revenge
           .
           Till
           then
           stay
           here
           ,
        
         
           Where
           Trojan
           Captive
           women
           night
           and
           day
        
         
           Bewailing
           you
           shall
           stand
           about
           the
           Biere
           .
        
         
         
         
         
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           order
           gave
           for
           water
           hot
           ,
        
         
           To
           clense
           Patroclus
           body
           from
           the
           gore
           .
        
         
           Into
           a
           Caldron
           (
           said
           he
           )
           water
           put
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           a
           Fire
           ,
           and
           set
           the
           Caldron
           ore
           .
        
         
           Into
           a
           Caldron
           water
           then
           they
           put
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           a
           Fire
           and
           set
           the
           Caldron
           ore
           .
        
         
           The
           Flame
           about
           it
           goes
           .
           The
           water
           's
           hot
           .
        
         
           Then
           washed
           from
           the
           body
           was
           the
           gore
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           again
           they
           laid
           him
           on
           the
           Bed
           ,
        
         
           From
           head
           to
           foot
           in
           Linnen
           they
           him
           fold
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           him
           laid
           a
           fair
           white
           Coverled
           ,
        
         
           His
           wounds
           first
           fill'd
           with
           Unguent
           nine
           year
           old
           .
        
         
           About
           the
           body
           of
           Patroclus
           staid
        
         
           Achilles
           and
           the
           Myrmidons
           all
           night
        
         
           Lamenting
           him
           .
           Then
           Jove
           to
           Juno
           said
           ,
        
         
           You
           have
           Achilles
           brought
           again
           to
           fight
        
         
           Against
           the
           Trojans
           on
           the
           Argives
           side
           .
        
         
           Are
           they
           your
           Children
           that
           you
           love
           them
           so
           ?
        
         
           And
           Juno
           then
           to
           Jupiter
           repli'd
           .
        
         
           Harsh
           Cronides
           ,
           what
           words
           do
           you
           let
           go
           ?
        
         
           Since
           mortal
           men
           that
           know
           much
           less
           than
           we
        
         
           May
           to
           a
           Friend
           do
           good
           ,
           and
           hate
           a
           Fo
           ,
        
         
           Why
           may
           not
           I
           that
           boast
           my self
           to
           be
        
         
           The
           Wife
           and
           Sister
           of
           great
           Jove
           do
           so
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           my
           Foes
           the
           Trojans
           feel
           my
           hate
           ?
        
         
           Whilst
           Jove
           and
           Juno
           were
           discoursing
           thus
           ,
        
         
           The
           Goddess
           Thetis
           come
           was
           to
           the
           Gate
        
         
           Of
           
           Vulcan's
           undecaying
           famous
           House
        
         
           Of
           shining
           Brass
           ,
           with
           brighter
           Stars
           thick
           set
           ,
        
         
           That
           'mongst
           the
           Houses
           of
           the
           Heaven
           shone
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           was
           at
           his
           Work-house
           in
           a
           sweat
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           his
           Bellows
           swaying
           up
           and
           down
           .
        
         
           For
           Tripods
           twenty
           he
           had
           laboured
        
         
           With
           golden
           Wheels
           to
           go
           and
           come
           agen
        
         
           At
           his
           command
           ;
           but
           had
           not
           finished
        
         
           The
           Ears
           and
           Chains
           ,
           which
           he
           was
           making
           then
           .
        
         
           And
           whilst
           this
           bus'ness
           Vulcan
           was
           about
           ,
        
         
           Thetis
           was
           come
           and
           at
           the
           Gate
           did
           stand
           .
        
         
           And
           Charis
           Vulcan's
           Wife
           then
           going
           out
        
         
           Saw
           her
           ,
           and
           straightway
           took
           her
           by
           the
           hand
           .
        
         
         
           Thetis
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           't
           is
           strange
           to
           see
           you
           here
           .
        
         
           Much
           honour'd
           and
           a
           welcom
           Guest
           you
           are
           ,
        
         
           Come
           in
           and
           pleased
           be
           t'
           accept
           our
           Chear
           .
        
         
           Then
           led
           her
           in
           ,
           and
           brought
           her
           to
           a
           Chair
           ,
        
         
           A
           dainty
           Chair
           with
           Foot-stool
           joyn'd
           thereto
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           unto
           her
           Husband's
           Shop
           she
           hi'd
           .
        
         
           For
           Thetis
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           you
           have
           work
           to
           do
           .
        
         
           And
           Vulcan
           glad
           ,
           to
           Charis
           thus
           repli'd
           .
        
         
           Is
           Thetis
           here
           that
           sav'd
           me
           from
           mishap
           !
        
         
           When
           for
           my
           lameness
           thrown
           down
           from
           the
           Sky
           ,
        
         
           Thetis
           was
           pleas'd
           to
           catch
           me
           in
           her
           lap
           ,
        
         
           When
           else
           I
           had
           been
           in
           great
           misery
           ?
        
         
           I
           wrought
           for
           her
           and
           for
           Eurynome
        
         
           Nine
           year
           ,
           and
           made
           them
           many
           pretty
           things
        
         
           Within
           a
           Rock
           encompass'd
           by
           the
           Sea
           ,
        
         
           As
           Buckles
           ,
           Clasps
           ,
           fine
           Boxes
           ,
           Beads
           and
           Rings
           ,
        
         
           Which
           neither
           Mortal
           nor
           Immortal
           knew
           ,
        
         
           But
           only
           Thetis
           and
           Eurynome
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           to
           Thetis
           I
           must
           pay
           what
           's
           due
           ,
        
         
           The
           Ransom
           of
           my
           life
           for
           saving
           me
           .
        
         
           Go
           you
           and
           entertain
           her
           well
           ,
           while
           I
        
         
           My
           Tools
           take
           up
           ,
           and
           Bellows
           set
           away
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Bellows
           he
           took
           and
           set
           by
           ,
        
         
           But
           in
           a
           Chest
           his
           working
           Tools
           did
           lay
           .
        
         
           Then
           with
           a
           Sponge
           he
           wip'd
           his
           hands
           and
           face
           ,
        
         
           His
           brawny
           neck
           ,
           and
           hairy
           breast
           ,
           and
           on
        
         
           He
           puts
           his
           Coat
           ,
           and
           with
           his
           staff
           ,
           apace
           ,
        
         
           Though
           haulting
           goes
           ,
           and
           waited
           was
           upon
        
         
           By
           Maids
           of
           Massie
           Gold
           ,
           endu'd
           with
           Wit
           ,
        
         
           And
           Speech
           ,
           &
           Strength
           ,
           and
           learn'd
           in
           Heav'nly
           Art
           ;
        
         
           And
           went
           to
           Thetis
           and
           did
           by
           her
           sit
           ,
        
         
           And
           joyful
           at
           her
           presence
           was
           his
           heart
           ,
        
         
           And
           laid
           his
           hand
           on
           hers
           ,
           and
           to
           her
           said
           ,
        
         
           Thetis
           ,
           so
           welcome
           to
           me
           there
           is
           none
           .
        
         
           Tell
           me
           wherein
           you
           think
           I
           can
           you
           aid
           .
        
         
           And
           if
           it
           can
           be
           done
           ,
           it
           shall
           be
           done
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           
             Vulcan
             Thetis
          
           answered
           ,
        
         
           No
           Goddess
           ever
           was
           distrest
           like
           me
        
         
           Whom
           Jove
           made
           subject
           to
           a
           Mortal's
           Bed
           ,
        
         
           And
           Peleus
           Wife
           constrained
           me
           to
           be
           ,
        
         
         
           Who
           lies
           at
           home
           decrepid
           now
           and
           spent
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           I
           born
           unto
           him
           had
           a
           Son
           ,
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           Heroes
           the
           most
           excellent
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           his
           breeding
           ,
           care
           omitted
           none
           ,
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           grown
           was
           to
           a
           goodly
           height
           ,
        
         
           He
           sent
           was
           to
           the
           War
           at
           Ilium
        
         
           Against
           the
           Trojans
           for
           the
           Greeks
           to
           fight
           ;
        
         
           From
           whence
           he
           never
           shall
           again
           come
           home
           .
        
         
           Though
           yet
           he
           live
           ,
           he
           takes
           therein
           no
           joy
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           to
           comfort
           him
           no
           power
           have
           ,
        
         
           Since
           Agamemnon
           taken
           has
           away
        
         
           Her
           whom
           the
           Greeks
           for
           honour
           to
           him
           gave
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           my
           Son
           no
           longer
           would
           him
           aid
           ;
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           Trojans
           beaten
           were
           the
           Greeks
           ,
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           then
           sent
           Gifts
           and
           pray'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Embassadors
           his
           favour
           seeks
           .
        
         
           Then
           though
           to
           th'Fight
           himself
           he
           would
           not
           go
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           he
           his
           Armour
           to
           Patroclus
           gave
           ,
        
         
           And
           Myrmidons
           t'
           assist
           him
           'gainst
           the
           Fo
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Scaean
           Gate
           the
           Trojans
           drave
           .
        
         
           And
           by
           Patroclus
           taken
           had
           been
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Had
           he
           not
           then
           been
           by
           Apollo
           slain
           ,
        
         
           That
           unto
           Hector
           gave
           a
           glorious
           day
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'Armour
           of
           my
           valiant
           Son
           to
           gain
           .
        
         
           Which
           makes
           me
           now
           come
           hither
           to
           request
        
         
           That
           you
           would
           make
           new
           Armour
           for
           my
           Son
           ,
        
         
           A
           Shield
           ,
           a
           Helmet
           ,
           Armour
           for
           the
           breast
        
         
           And
           for
           the
           legs
           .
           For
           those
           he
           had
           are
           gone
           .
        
         
           Then
           (
           to
           her
           answer'd
           Vulcan
           )
           do
           not
           fear
           .
        
         
           Oh
           that
           when
           for
           him
           the
           harsh
           Fates
           enquire
           ,
        
         
           To
           hide
           him
           from
           them
           I
           as
           able
           were
           ,
        
         
           As
           make
           him
           Arms
           for
           Mortals
           to
           admire
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           unto
           his
           Shop
           he
           went
           ,
           and
           bad
        
         
           His
           golden
           serving
           Statues
           blow
           the
           fire
           .
        
         
           For
           twenty
           Bellowses
           in
           all
           he
           had
        
         
           To
           blow
           as
           he
           should
           ,
           and
           his
           work
           require
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           into
           the
           fire
           he
           threw
           in
           Tin
           ,
        
         
           And
           Brass
           ,
           and
           Silver
           fine
           ,
           and
           pretious
           Gold
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Socket
           puts
           the
           Anvile
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'heavie
           Hammer
           in
           one
           hand
           did
           hold
           ,
        
         
         
           Into
           his
           other
           hand
           the
           Tongs
           he
           takes
           ,
        
         
           And
           forges
           first
           a
           mighty
           Shield
           and
           strong
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           various
           Figures
           in
           it
           makes
           ,
        
         
           And
           fastens
           to
           the
           same
           a
           silver
           Thong
           ,
        
         
           And
           bound
           the
           edge
           about
           with
           triple
           Brass
           .
        
         
           The
           Shield
           it self
           consisted
           of
           five
           plies
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           great
           art
           described
           in
           it
           was
        
         
           The
           surface
           of
           the
           Earth
           ,
           the
           Sea
           and
           Skies
           ,
        
         
           The
           Sun
           ,
           the
           Moon
           at
           Full
           ,
           and
           all
           the
           train
        
         
           Of
           Heaven
           ,
           Pleiades
           ,
           and
           Hyades
           ,
        
         
           Orion
           ,
           and
           the
           Bear
           men
           call
           the
           Wain
        
         
           That
           only
           never
           dives
           into
           the
           Seas
           ,
        
         
           But
           always
           to
           Orion
           has
           an
           Eye
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           it
           were
           two
           Cities
           .
           In
           the
           one
        
         
           Good
           Chear
           and
           Weddings
           ,
           and
           great
           Melody
           ,
        
         
           And
           women
           at
           their
           dores
           stand
           looking
           on
        
         
           To
           see
           the
           Bridegroom
           as
           he
           passed
           by
           ,
        
         
           And
           lusty
           youths
           that
           dancing
           with
           them
           go
           ,
        
         
           To
           Citterns
           and
           to
           Pipes
           ,
           and
           Hymen
           cry
           ,
        
         
           And
           turn
           as
           swift
           as
           Tops
           upon
           the
           To●
           .
        
         
           And
           full
           of
           people
           was
           the
           Market-place
           ,
        
         
           Assembled
           at
           the
           hearing
           of
           a
           Cause
           .
        
         
           A
           man
           was
           slain
           .
           And
           this
           was
           then
           the
           Case
           .
        
         
           One
           said
           that
           he
           had
           satisfi'd
           the
           Laws
           ,
        
         
           The
           other
           said
           that
           nothing
           he
           had
           paid
           ;
        
         
           And
           on
           this
           Issue
           they
           will
           both
           be
           tri'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           their
           Proofs
           before
           the
           Judges
           laid
           .
        
         
           And
           clamour
           great
           of
           friends
           was
           on
           each
           side
           .
        
         
           The
           Cryers
           when
           they
           stilled
           had
           the
           cry
           ,
        
         
           Into
           the
           Judges
           hands
           their
           Scepters
           gave
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           midst
           ,
           of
           Gold
           two
           Talents
           lie
        
         
           For
           him
           that
           has
           the
           better
           Cause
           to
           have
           .
        
         
           Before
           the
           other
           Town
           two
           Armies
           stood
           .
        
         
           The
           Foe
           resolved
           was
           to
           plunder
           it
           .
        
         
           The
           Town
           ,
           to
           save
           it
           ,
           offer'd
           half
           their
           good
           .
        
         
           The
           other
           to
           accept
           it
           thought
           not
           fit
           .
        
         
           Then
           up
           unto
           the
           Walls
           the
           Towns-men
           sent
        
         
           Their
           Women
           ,
           Children
           ,
           and
           their
           men
           grown
           old
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           rest
           out
           from
           the
           City
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           Mars
           and
           Pallas
           with
           them
           ,
           all
           in
           Gold
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           taller
           than
           the
           multitude
           by
           odds
           ,
        
         
           Who
           in
           respect
           of
           them
           seem'd
           very
           low
           .
        
         
           For
           men
           are
           much
           inferior
           to
           the
           Gods.
        
         
           Then
           they
           before
           the
           Gate
           to
           counsel
           go
           .
        
         
           The
           Enemies
           themselves
           in
           ambush
           laid
        
         
           At
           th'watering
           place
           upon
           the
           Rivers
           brink
           ,
        
         
           And
           Scouts
           sent
           out
           ,
           which
           not
           far
           from
           them
           staid
        
         
           To
           tell
           them
           when
           the
           Cattle
           came
           to
           drink
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           were
           informed
           they
           were
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           And
           Shepherds
           two
           that
           did
           suspect
           no
           harm
           ,
        
         
           They
           on
           the
           Shepherds
           and
           the
           Cattle
           fly
           .
        
         
           At
           which
           the
           other
           Army
           took
           th'
           Alarm
           ,
        
         
           And
           rising
           up
           from
           Counsel
           ,
           with
           their
           Horse
        
         
           Pursu'd
           ,
           and
           soon
           they
           overtaken
           were
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           began
           the
           Fight
           .
           Without
           remorse
        
         
           They
           one
           another
           slay
           with
           Sword
           and
           Spear
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           Disorder
           plac'd
           was
           and
           Debate
           ;
        
         
           And
           one
           born
           wounded
           out
           ,
           another
           sound
           ,
        
         
           Another
           dead
           was
           drag'd
           away
           by
           Fate
        
         
           With
           bloudy
           Coat
           and
           Armour
           on
           the
           ground
        
         
           So
           lively
           seemed
           to
           the
           Eye
           their
           features
        
         
           In
           fighting
           and
           in
           fetching
           off
           their
           slain
           ,
        
         
           One
           would
           have
           thought
           they
           had
           been
           living
           creatures
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           the
           Fight
           had
           real
           been
           .
           Again
        
         
           Describ'd
           was
           in
           the
           same
           a
           spacious
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           men
           at
           Plough
           ,
           and
           at
           each
           Ridges
           end
        
         
           At
           turning
           of
           the
           Plough
           about
           ,
           they
           found
        
         
           A
           man
           that
           for
           them
           did
           with
           Wine
           attend
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           again
           the
           Plough
           about
           they
           winde
           ,
        
         
           And
           lab'ring
           to
           the
           other
           end
           go
           back
           ;
        
         
           And
           as
           they
           plough
           ,
           still
           what
           they
           leave
           behinde
           ,
        
         
           Though
           Golden
           't
           was
           ,
           to
           th'
           Eye
           appeared
           black
           .
        
         
           A
           wonder
           '
           t
           was
           .
           Besides
           ,
           in
           the
           same
           Shield
        
         
           Pourtrayed
           was
           a
           goodly
           Close
           of
           Wheat
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           Reapers
           working
           on
           the
           field
           ,
        
         
           That
           threw
           it
           to
           the
           ground
           in
           handfuls
           great
           ;
        
         
           And
           Boys
           that
           follow'd
           took
           it
           from
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           put
           it
           in
           the
           hands
           of
           Binders
           three
           ,
        
         
           By
           whom
           they
           made
           were
           into
           Sheaves
           and
           bound
           .
        
         
           Which
           standing
           by
           ,
           their
           Lord
           was
           glad
           to
           see
           ,
        
         
         
           His
           Squires
           not
           far
           off
           standing
           were
           aside
           ;
        
         
           And
           at
           a
           Tree
           a
           Cow
           kill'd
           of
           the
           best
           ,
        
         
           A
           Supper
           for
           the
           Reapers
           to
           provide
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           woman
           gave
           it
           to
           be
           drest
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           't
           a
           golden
           Vineyard
           was
           pourtray'd
           .
        
         
           The
           Grapes
           that
           on
           it
           hung
           were
           black
           ,
           and
           all
        
         
           The
           Vines
           supported
           and
           from
           drooping
           staid
        
         
           With
           silver
           Props
           ▪
           that
           down
           they
           could
           not
           fall
           ▪
        
         
           A
           Ditch
           there
           was
           about
           it
           black
           ,
           and
           on
        
         
           The
           same
           a
           Hedge
           ,
           the
           colour
           of
           it
           Tin
           ,
        
         
           And
           Path
           unto
           it
           there
           was
           only
           one
           ,
        
         
           By
           which
           the
           Fruit
           in
           Vintage
           was
           brought
           in
           .
        
         
           And
           on
           it
           Boys
           and
           Girls
           described
           were
        
         
           After
           a
           Fiddle
           play'd
           on
           by
           a
           Boy
           ,
        
         
           That
           sing
           ,
           dance
           ,
           whistle
           ,
           and
           full
           Baskets
           bear
        
         
           Of
           Bacchus
           gifts
           unto
           the
           house
           with
           joy
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           it
           was
           a
           Herd
           of
           Bulls
           and
           Kine
           ,
        
         
           Part
           Gold
           ,
           part
           Tin
           ,
           and
           Herds-men
           four
           of
           Gold
        
         
           That
           to
           the
           Pasture
           drave
           them
           with
           Dogs
           nine
        
         
           T'
           a
           sedgy
           River
           ;
           where
           two
           Lions
           bold
        
         
           Upon
           the
           horned
           Herd
           came
           from
           the
           Wood
           ,
        
         
           And
           'mongst
           the
           foremost
           seiz'd
           upon
           a
           Bull.
        
         
           The
           Dogs
           went
           to
           them
           neer
           and
           barking
           stood
           .
        
         
           Then
           roars
           the
           Bull.
           The
           Lions
           tear
           and
           pull
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           same
           he
           pasture
           made
           for
           Seeep
        
         
           Within
           a
           Valley
           large
           with
           Lodges
           good
           ,
        
         
           And
           Folds
           ,
           and
           cover'd
           Houses
           them
           to
           keep
        
         
           In
           safety
           from
           the
           wilde
           Beasts
           of
           the
           Wood.
        
         
           And
           in
           it
           was
           a
           Dancing-place
           pourtray'd
        
         
           Like
           that
           which
           Daedalus
           had
           made
           before
        
         
           For
           Ariadne
           ,
           while
           in
           Crete
           he
           slay'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           it
           Dancing
           Youths
           and
           Maidens
           store
        
         
           Go
           hand
           in
           hand
           .
           The
           Girls
           ,
           some
           clad
           in
           fine
        
         
           White
           Linen
           were
           ,
           and
           some
           in
           Coats
           well
           spun
        
         
           Of
           glossie
           Wooll
           ,
           that
           with
           the
           Oyl
           did
           shine
           ;
        
         
           And
           ev'ry
           one
           a
           Garland
           gay
           had
           on
           .
        
         
           The
           Boys
           with
           silver
           Hange●s
           were
           adorn'd
        
         
           And
           golden
           Swords
           ,
           and
           w●th
           their
           well-taught
           Feet
        
         
           Sometimes
           they
           dancing
           ●n
           a
           Circle
           turn'd
           ,
        
         
           Sometimes
           divided
           in
           two
           〈◊〉
           they
           meet
           .
        
         
         
           And
           round
           about
           of
           people
           stood
           a
           throng
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           lovely
           Dance
           took
           great
           delight
           .
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           midst
           two
           Tumblers
           sung
           the
           Song
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           wondrous
           things
           did
           in
           their
           sight
           .
        
         
           With
           th'
           Ocean
           then
           he
           all
           environed
           .
        
         
           The
           Shield
           now
           done
           he
           went
           about
           the
           rest
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           a
           Helmet
           strong
           fit
           for
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           formed
           was
           of
           massie
           Gold
           the
           Crest
           ,
        
         
           And
           Breast-plate
           shining
           brighter
           than
           the
           fire
           ,
        
         
           And
           Pieces
           for
           his
           legs
           of
           ductile
           Tin.
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           all
           had
           done
           to
           his
           desire
           ,
        
         
           He
           from
           his
           Forge
           return'd
           and
           brought
           it
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           hands
           of
           Thetis
           puts
           the
           same
           ;
        
         
           Which
           she
           received
           from
           him
           joyfully
           .
        
         
           Then
           straightway
           from
           Olympus
           down
           she
           came
           ,
        
         
           As
           swift
           as
           at
           a
           Fowl
           a
           Hawk
           can
           fly
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XIX
           .
        
         
           NO
           sooner
           in
           her
           Saffron
           Robe
           was
           seen
        
         
           Aurora
           ,
           holding
           light
           above
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           Than
           at
           the
           Ships
           the
           Silver-footed
           Queen
        
         
           Achilles
           by
           Patroclus
           weeping
           found
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           many
           of
           his
           friends
           dismay'd
           .
        
         
           Then
           in
           ,
           into
           the
           midst
           of
           them
           she
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           laid
           her
           hand
           on
           his
           ,
           and
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           My
           Son
           ,
           why
           do
           you
           thus
           in
           vain
           lament
           ?
        
         
           Come
           ,
           since
           the
           Gods
           have
           slain
           him
           ,
           leave
           him
           here
           ,
        
         
           And
           take
           the
           Arms
           which
           I
           from
           Vulcan
           bring
           ,
        
         
           Such
           as
           yet
           mortal
           man
           did
           never
           wear
           ;
        
         
           Which
           ,
           as
           she
           lays
           them
           down
           before
           him
           ,
           ring
           .
        
         
           The
           Myrmidons
           were
           troubled
           at
           the
           sight
           ,
        
         
           And
           turn'd
           their
           backs
           affrighted
           at
           the
           show
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           wrath
           was
           more
           enflamed
           by
           't
           .
        
         
           His
           eyes
           a
           fire
           ,
           and
           bended
           was
           his
           brow
           .
        
         
           Yet
           when
           he
           had
           them
           in
           his
           hands
           was
           glad
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           great
           admiration
           them
           survai'd
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           enough
           beholden
           them
           he
           had
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           his
           Mother
           he
           repli'd
           and
           said
           .
        
         
           Mother
           ,
           I
           see
           such
           Arms
           from
           Vulcan
           here
           ,
        
         
           As
           none
           but
           an
           immortal
           could
           have
           made
           ,
        
         
           And
           presently
           will
           put
           them
           on
           ,
           but
           fear
        
         
           Lest
           Flies
           the
           body
           should
           mean
           while
           invade
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           wounds
           some
           filthy
           Vermin
           breed
           .
        
         
           And
           Thetis
           then
           repli'd
           ,
           Son
           ,
           do
           not
           fear
           .
        
         
           For
           I
           my self
           to
           that
           will
           take
           such
           heed
           ,
        
         
           As
           ,
           that
           although
           it
           should
           lie
           here
           a
           year
           ,
        
         
           It
           shall
           no
           worse
           ,
           but
           rather
           better
           be
           .
        
         
           Go
           you
           ,
           and
           th'
           Argive
           Lords
           to
           Councel
           call
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           King
           Agamemnon
           there
           agree
           ,
        
         
           And
           put
           your
           anger
           off
           before
           them
           all
           ;
        
         
         
           And
           spend
           your
           choler
           boldly
           on
           your
           Foes
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           she
           to
           Patroclus
           mov'd
           her
           feet
           ,
        
         
           And
           dropt
           Ambrosia
           into
           his
           nose
           ,
        
         
           To
           keep
           his
           body
           incorrupt
           and
           sweet
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           went
           down
           unto
           the
           shore
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           the
           Heroes
           did
           to
           Councel
           call
        
         
           By
           name
           ,
           though
           they
           were
           ready
           there
           before
           .
        
         
           But
           thither
           at
           the
           news
           came
           th'
           Argives
           all
           ,
        
         
           Steers-men
           and
           Stewards
           of
           Provision
           .
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           rest
           to
           th'Counsel
           thronging
           in
           ,
        
         
           Though
           but
           to
           see
           the
           face
           of
           Thetis
           Son.
        
         
           So
           long
           they
           thought
           he
           absent
           now
           had
           been
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           also
           and
           Ulysses
           came
           ,
        
         
           Though
           of
           their
           wounds
           they
           yet
           not
           cured
           were
           ,
        
         
           Both
           halting
           ,
           leaning
           on
           their
           Spears
           ,
           and
           lame
           .
        
         
           The
           last
           of
           all
           was
           Agamemnon
           there
           ,
        
         
           Wounded
           by
           Coon
           ,
           nor
           recovered
           yet
           ;
        
         
           But
           th'Heroes
           for
           his
           coming
           not
           long
           staid
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           were
           together
           all
           and
           set
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           rose
           ,
           and
           t'
           Agamemnon
           said
           ,
        
         
           Atrides
           ,
           what
           great
           profit
           got
           we
           by
        
         
           This
           our
           unlucky
           strife
           about
           a
           Maid
           ?
        
         
           I
           would
           it
           had
           her
           fortune
           been
           to
           die
           ,
        
         
           Before
           I
           Siege
           unto
           Lyrnessus
           laid
           .
        
         
           To
           Hector
           and
           the
           Trojans
           comes
           the
           gain
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           with
           grief
           will
           think
           on
           't
           while
           they
           live
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           it
           is
           too
           late
           now
           to
           complain
           ,
        
         
           Go
           forth
           and
           orders
           for
           the
           Battle
           give
           ;
        
         
           That
           I
           may
           to
           them
           go
           again
           and
           see
        
         
           If
           at
           the
           Ships
           they
           mean
           to
           stay
           all
           night
           .
        
         
           I
           think
           they
           will
           much
           rather
           wish
           to
           be
        
         
           Within
           the
           Walls
           of
           Troy
           than
           stay
           and
           fight
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Greeks
           were
           glad
           and
           courage
           take
           ,
        
         
           Assured
           that
           Achilles
           would
           them
           aid
           ,
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           sitting
           to
           them
           spake
        
         
           (
           Which
           he
           excus'd
           )
           and
           thus
           unto
           them
           said
           .
        
         
           'T
           were
           fitter
           (
           Argive
           Princes
           )
           I
           stood
           out
           ,
        
         
           That
           so
           my
           words
           you
           might
           the
           better
           hear
           ;
        
         
           But
           such
           a
           number
           standing
           are
           about
           ,
        
         
           My
           voice
           ,
           though
           greater
           ,
           would
           not
           reach
           your
           ear
           .
        
         
         
           Nor
           were
           it
           fit
           for
           me
           to
           go
           about
           ,
        
         
           And
           tell
           my
           minde
           to
           each
           man
           in
           his
           ear
           .
        
         
           T'
           Achilles
           therefore
           only
           I
           'll
           speak
           out
           ,
        
         
           But
           so
           ,
           if
           you
           attend
           ,
           that
           all
           may
           hear
           .
        
         
           I
           often
           have
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           been
           blamed
           by
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           for
           taking
           from
           you
           your
           fair
           prize
           ,
        
         
           When
           not
           in
           me
           ,
           but
           Jove
           the
           fault
           did
           ly
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           Erinnys
           and
           the
           Destinies
           ,
        
         
           That
           did
           me
           of
           my
           wits
           that
           day
           bereave
           .
        
         
           For
           what
           can
           I
           do
           when
           the
           Gods
           do
           all
           ?
        
         
           
           Jove's
           Daughter
           Ate
           did
           me
           then
           deceive
           ,
        
         
           From
           whom
           ,
           on
           Men
           and
           Gods
           great
           troubles
           fall
           .
        
         
           Her
           Feet
           are
           soft
           ,
           because
           she
           never
           treads
        
         
           On
           th'
           Earth
           ;
           but
           when
           she
           mischief
           has
           to
           do
           ,
        
         
           Walks
           in
           the
           Air
           ,
           and
           puts
           it
           in
           mens
           heads
           ,
        
         
           And
           sometimes
           does
           shrewd
           turns
           t'Immortals
           too
           .
        
         
           For
           Juno
           ,
           though
           but
           of
           the
           Female
           Sex
           ,
        
         
           That
           day
           that
           Hercules
           was
           to
           be
           born
           ,
        
         
           Was
           able
           Jove
           the
           best
           o'th'Gods
           to
           vex
           ,
        
         
           And
           labour
           of
           Alcmena
           to
           adjourn
           .
        
         
           For
           Jove
           before
           th'Immortals
           having
           said
        
         
           That
           he
           a
           man
           that
           day
           to
           light
           would
           bring
        
         
           By
           whom
           his
           Race
           in
           Greece
           should
           all
           be
           sway'd
           ,
        
         
           You
           jest
           ,
           said
           Juno
           ,
           you
           mean
           no
           such
           thing
           .
        
         
           I
           'll
           not
           believe
           't
           unless
           you
           first
           be
           sworn
        
         
           That
           he
           shall
           of
           your
           Seed
           in
           Greece
           be
           King
           ,
        
         
           That
           of
           a
           woman
           shall
           this
           day
           be
           born
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           straight
           Jove
           no
           fraud
           imagining
        
         
           The
           great
           Oath
           took
           .
           But
           after
           did
           repent
           .
        
         
           And
           Juno
           from
           Olympus
           lofty
           head
        
         
           Leapt
           down
           ,
           and
           t'
           Argos
           of
           Achaia
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           brought
           the
           Wife
           of
           Sthenelus
           to
           bed
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           was
           she
           delivered
           of
           a
           Son
           ,
        
         
           That
           was
           by
           Perseus
           of
           
           Jove's
           discent
           .
        
         
           Though
           she
           but
           seven
           months
           had
           of
           him
           gone
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           Thebes
           she
           to
           Alcmena
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           hindred
           her
           that
           day
           from
           bringing
           forth
           .
        
         
           Then
           up
           to
           Jupiter
           she
           came
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           said
           ,
           This
           day
           is
           born
           a
           man
           of
           worth
           ,
        
         
           Eurysteus
           in
           Argos
           fit
           to
           reign
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           of
           your
           Seed
           .
           And
           Jove
           in
           choler
           then
        
         
           Took
           Ate
           by
           the
           head
           ,
           and
           swung
           her
           round
           ,
        
         
           And
           swore
           she
           ne're
           to
           Heav'n
           should
           come
           agen
           .
        
         
           And
           having
           said
           it
           ,
           threw
           her
           to
           the
           ground
        
         
           And
           always
           after
           sigh'd
           to
           see
           the
           pain
        
         
           To
           which
           Eurysteus
           did
           put
           his
           Son
           ;
        
         
           As
           I
           do
           when
           I
           see
           the
           Argives
           slain
        
         
           By
           Hector
           ,
           grieve
           to
           think
           what
           I
           have
           done
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           that
           Jove
           has
           made
           me
           to
           offend
           ,
        
         
           I
           for
           my
           Errour
           willing
           am
           to
           pay
           .
        
         
           Come
           then
           ,
           and
           your
           assistance
           to
           us
           lend
           ,
        
         
           And
           quickly
           bring
           your
           Myrmidons
           away
           .
        
         
           And
           all
           that
           by
           Ulysses
           yesterday
        
         
           I
           to
           you
           promis'd
           shall
           performed
           be
           .
        
         
           Or
           presently
           ,
           if
           you
           will
           for
           it
           stay
           ,
        
         
           That
           you
           th'atoning
           Gifts
           your self
           may
           see
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           unto
           him
           thus
           replies
           .
        
         
           As
           for
           your
           Gifts
           to
           give
           them
           me
           or
           no
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           only
           in
           your
           choice
           
             (
             Atrides
          
           )
           lies
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           't
           is
           time
           we
           to
           the
           Trojans
           go
           .
        
         
           To
           make
           fine
           Speeches
           here
           is
           but
           delay
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           your
           men
           o'th'Field
           Achilles
           see
        
         
           Through
           Squadrons
           of
           the
           Trojans
           making
           way
           .
        
         
           The
           Argives
           then
           encouraged
           will
           be
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           then
           t'
           Achilles
           answered
           ,
        
         
           Godlike
           Achilles
           ,
           mighty
           as
           you
           are
           ,
        
         
           Urge
           not
           the
           Greeks
           to
           fight
           till
           they
           be
           fed
           ;
        
         
           They
           fasting
           cannot
           long
           endure
           the
           Warre
           .
        
         
           And
           likely
           't
           is
           the
           Battle
           will
           be
           long
           ;
        
         
           Especially
           if
           Gods
           both
           sides
           assist
           ;
        
         
           And
           Bread
           and
           Wine
           is
           that
           which
           makes
           men
           strong
           .
        
         
           Let
           therefore
           now
           the
           Argives
           be
           dismist
           .
        
         
           Who
           can
           ,
           d'
           ye
           think
           ,
           the
           toil
           of
           Battle
           bear
        
         
           From
           morning
           unto
           night
           ,
           unless
           he
           first
        
         
           With
           food
           his
           heart
           and
           feeble
           limbs
           do
           chear
           ?
        
         
           He
           would
           be
           heavie
           ,
           hungry
           ,
           and
           athirst
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           that
           is
           with
           food
           well
           satisfi'd
           ,
        
         
           Courageous
           is
           ,
           and
           fight
           will
           all
           the
           day
           .
        
         
           His
           heart
           and
           limbs
           are
           strong
           ,
           and
           will
           abide
        
         
           As
           long
           as
           any
           on
           the
           Field
           dare
           stay
           .
        
         
         
           Come
           ,
           let
           the
           people
           now
           to
           Breakfast
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           Agamemnon
           send
           the
           Presents
           in
        
         
           Into
           th'
           Assembly
           where
           we
           sit
           ,
           that
           so
        
         
           By
           the
           Achaeans
           all
           they
           may
           be
           seen
           ;
        
         
           And
           let
           him
           take
           an
           Oath
           before
           us
           ,
           that
        
         
           Briseis
           Bed
           he
           never
           went
           unto
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           all
           this
           while
           has
           done
           unto
           her
           ,
           what
        
         
           A
           Husband
           to
           his
           Wife
           is
           us'd
           to
           do
           .
        
         
           And
           you
           your
           anger
           henceforth
           bridle
           must
           .
        
         
           And
           you
           Atrides
           feast
           him
           like
           a
           friend
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           hereafter
           learn
           to
           be
           more
           just
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           think
           't
           a
           shame
           for
           men
           their
           faults
           to
           mend
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           (
           said
           Atrides
           )
           I
           am
           joy'd
        
         
           The
           counsel
           you
           have
           given
           us
           to
           hear
           .
        
         
           For
           't
           is
           but
           reason
           all
           that
           you
           have
           said
           .
        
         
           And
           I
           with
           all
           my
           heart
           the
           Oath
           will
           swear
           .
        
         
           And
           let
           Achilles
           ,
           though
           in
           haste
           ,
           stay
           here
        
         
           With
           all
           the
           rest
           ,
           that
           they
           my
           Gifts
           may
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           Witnesses
           be
           to
           the
           Oath
           I
           swear
           .
        
         
           And
           for
           the
           Gifts
           
             (
             Ulysses
          
           )
           presently
        
         
           Go
           you
           your self
           with
           good
           men
           whom
           you
           will
           ,
        
         
           And
           bring
           them
           from
           my
           Tent
           ,
           and
           set
           them
           here
           .
        
         
           For
           what
           they
           are
           ,
           you
           well
           remember
           still
           .
        
         
           The
           same
           that
           by
           you
           promis●d
           from
           me
           were
           .
        
         
           And
           you
           Talthybius
           provide
           a
           Swine
           ,
        
         
           That
           we
           may
           offer
           up
           a
           Sacrifice
        
         
           To
           Jove
           ,
           the
           Sun
           ,
           and
           other
           Pow'rs
           Divine
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Achilles
           to
           him
           thus
           replies
           ,
        
         
           Renowned
           Agamemnon
           ,
           I
           think
           yet
        
         
           Another
           time
           for
           Feast
           had
           better
           been
           ;
        
         
           As
           when
           in
           War
           a
           pause
           we
           intermit
           ,
        
         
           And
           whilst
           yet
           unabated
           is
           my
           spleen
           .
        
         
           We
           see
           our
           friends
           lie
           torn
           upon
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           to
           battle
           and
           revenge
           I
           prompt
           .
        
         
           You
           think
           my
           counsel
           therein
           is
           not
           sound
           ,
        
         
           And
           seek
           with
           Feasting
           to
           divert
           them
           from
           't
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           us
           fasting
           to
           the
           Battle
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           good
           Chear
           when
           we
           come
           back
           agen
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           reveng'd
           our selves
           upon
           the
           Fo.
        
         
           For
           I
           will
           neither
           eat
           nor
           drink
           till
           then
           .
        
         
         
           For
           whilst
           Patroclus
           mangled
           lieth
           here
           ,
        
         
           And
           they
           that
           love
           him
           stand
           lamenting
           by
           ,
        
         
           There
           nothing
           is
           that
           I
           can
           think
           good
           Chear
        
         
           But
           Slaughter
           ,
           Bloud
           ,
           and
           Groans
           of
           men
           that
           die
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           Ulysses
           did
           again
           reply
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           ,
           you
           have
           not
           in
           Greece
           your
           Peer
           ,
        
         
           For
           Martial
           worth
           ;
           yet
           Elder
           much
           am
           I
           ,
        
         
           And
           more
           have
           seen
           ;
           I
           pray
           you
           therefore
           hear
           .
        
         
           The
           fare
           of
           War
           soon
           breeds
           Satiety
           .
        
         
           Much
           Straw
           there
           is
           ,
           but
           Harvest
           none
           ,
           or
           small
           .
        
         
           If
           Jove
           once
           hold
           the
           Scales
           unevenly
           ,
        
         
           Innumerable
           are
           the
           men
           that
           fall
           .
        
         
           When
           then
           an
           end
           of
           weeping
           shall
           we
           see
           ?
        
         
           The
           Bellies
           of
           the
           Argives
           must
           not
           mourn
           .
        
         
           They
           that
           go
           to
           the
           War
           must
           patient
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           dead
           unto
           their
           Graves
           be
           born
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           weep
           over
           them
           above
           a
           day
           .
        
         
           And
           we
           that
           safe
           from
           Fight
           are
           come
           again
           ,
        
         
           When
           we
           are
           fed
           can
           all
           day
           fighting
           stay
           .
        
         
           All
           other
           Exhortation
           is
           vain
           .
        
         
           Let
           therefore
           now
           the
           Greeks
           to
           Breakfast
           go
           ,
        
         
           Which
           is
           the
           Soldiers
           best
           encouragement
           .
        
         
           Then
           all
           together
           fall
           upon
           the
           Fo.
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           this
           had
           said
           ,
           away
           he
           went.
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           took
           
             Meges
             ,
             Meriones
          
           ,
        
         
           
             Theas
             ,
             Antilochus
          
           ,
           and
           Thrasymed
           ,
        
         
           And
           Menalippus
           ,
           and
           added
           unto
           these
        
         
           (
           The
           Martial
           Son
           of
           
             Creon
             )
             Lycomed
          
           .
        
         
           And
           brought
           the
           Presents
           from
           Atrides
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           Sev'n
           Tripods
           great
           ,
           and
           twenty
           Caldrons
           bright
           ,
        
         
           Twelve
           Horses
           and
           sev'n
           Women
           with
           them
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           fair'st
           of
           all
           Briseis
           made
           them
           eight
           .
        
         
           Talents
           of
           Gold
           Ulysses
           weigh'd
           out
           ten
           ,
        
         
           And
           took
           the
           pains
           himself
           to
           carry
           that
           .
        
         
           The
           rest
           was
           carri'd
           by
           the
           younger
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           laid
           before
           the
           Princes
           as
           they
           sat
           .
        
         
           Then
           Agamemnon
           rose
           ,
           and
           by
           him
           neer
        
         
           Talthybius
           attended
           with
           a
           Swine
           ,
        
         
           From
           which
           Atrides
           clipt
           a
           lock
           of
           hair
           ,
        
         
           And
           lifts
           his
           hands
           unto
           the
           Pow'rs
           Divine
           .
        
         
         
           O
           Jove
           (
           said
           he
           )
           the
           chiefest
           of
           the
           Gods
           ,
        
         
           O
           Sun
           ,
           and
           Earth
           ,
           and
           Furies
           under
           ground
           ,
        
         
           That
           in
           your
           hands
           carry
           th'
           Eternal
           rods
        
         
           To
           punish
           such
           as
           perjur'd
           shall
           be
           found
           ,
        
         
           My
           hand
           I
           on
           Briseis
           never
           laid
           ,
        
         
           Neither
           for
           Bed
           ,
           nor
           any
           other
           cause
           ;
        
         
           But
           always
           in
           my
           Tent
           untoucht
           she
           staid
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           ever
           by
           me
           once
           attempted
           was
           .
        
         
           And
           if
           herein
           I
           told
           you
           have
           a
           Lye
           ,
        
         
           Let
           all
           the
           dreadful
           torments
           that
           are
           due
        
         
           To
           such
           as
           guilty
           are
           of
           Perjury
        
         
           Upon
           me
           fall
           .
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Swine
           he
           slew
           .
        
         
           Then
           out
           the
           Stomach
           of
           the
           Swine
           did
           cut
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           Talthybius
           took
           in
           his
           hands
           ,
        
         
           And
           threw
           't
           into
           the
           Sea
           the
           Fish
           to
           glut
           .
        
         
           That
           done
           ,
           Achilles
           up
           amongst
           them
           stands
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           thou
           ,
           O
           Jove
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           that
           spoilest
           all
           .
        
         
           Briseis
           at
           my
           Tent
           had
           stayed
           still
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           had
           her
           going
           from
           me
           mov'd
           my
           gall
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           thou
           hadst
           a
           mind
           the
           Greeks
           to
           kill
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Councel
           he
           dissolv'd
           ,
           and
           sent
        
         
           Th'
           Achaeans
           to
           their
           Ships
           to
           break
           their
           fast
           ▪
        
         
           Then
           ev'ry
           man
           unto
           his
           own
           Ship
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           busie
           were
           about
           their
           short
           repast
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           Myrmidons
           the
           Presents
           bear
        
         
           T'
           Achilles
           Ships
           ,
           and
           laid
           them
           in
           his
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           thither
           also
           brought
           the
           Women
           were
           .
        
         
           But
           th'Horses
           to
           the
           Field
           his
           Servants
           sent
           .
        
         
           Briseis
           ,
           when
           she
           saw
           Patroclus
           lie
        
         
           With
           many
           gastly
           wounds
           dead
           on
           the
           Biere
           ,
        
         
           She
           flung
           her
           arms
           about
           him
           and
           did
           crie
           ,
        
         
           And
           her
           white
           Neck
           ,
           and
           Face
           ,
           and
           Breast
           did
           tear
           ,
        
         
           And
           weeping
           over
           him
           did
           thus
           complain
           .
        
         
           O
           dear
           Patroclus
           ,
           whom
           alive
           I
           left
           ,
        
         
           Now
           when
           I
           to
           you
           am
           return'd
           again
           ,
        
         
           Ay
           me
           ,
           I
           find
           you
           of
           your
           life
           bereft
           .
        
         
           How
           fast
           my
           Woes
           on
           one
           another
           fall
           !
        
         
           The
           Husband
           which
           my
           Parents
           made
           me
           wed
           ,
        
         
           And
           three
           good
           Brothers
           of
           one
           Mother
           all
        
         
           I
           saw
           before
           Lyrnessus
           Massacred
           .
        
         
         
           And
           then
           ,
           Patroclus
           ,
           you
           to
           comfort
           me
           ,
        
         
           Told
           me
           that
           I
           should
           be
           Achilles
           Wife
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           married
           in
           Pthia
           be
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           since
           you
           have
           also
           lost
           your
           life
           ,
        
         
           I
           never
           of
           my
           Woe
           shall
           see
           an
           end
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           other
           women
           wept
           and
           roar'd
           ,
        
         
           All
           for
           Patroclus
           ,
           as
           they
           did
           pretend
           .
        
         
           But
           inwardly
           their
           own
           Fate
           they
           deplor'd
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           again
           about
           Achilles
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           urged
           him
           ,
           ere
           he
           to
           Battle
           went
           ,
        
         
           Himself
           to
           strengthen
           with
           a
           little
           food
           ,
        
         
           But
           could
           by
           no
           means
           get
           him
           to
           consent
           .
        
         
           My
           friends
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           importune
           me
           no
           more
        
         
           To
           eat
           or
           drink
           before
           we
           go
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           My
           heart
           within
           me
           now
           is
           vexed
           sore
           .
        
         
           Fear
           not
           ,
           I
           shall
           endure
           from
           morn
           to
           night
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           other
           Princes
           from
           him
           went.
        
         
           The
           two
           Atrides
           and
           Ulysses
           stay
           .
        
         
           And
           Phoenix
           and
           old
           Nestor
           at
           his
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           King
           Idomeneus
           ,
           his
           grief
           t'
           allay
           .
        
         
           But
           nothing
           they
           could
           say
           did
           any
           good
           ,
        
         
           So
           fiercely
           he
           was
           set
           upon
           the
           Fight
           ;
        
         
           And
           looking
           on
           Patroclus
           body
           stood
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           afresh
           lamented
           at
           the
           sight
           .
        
         
           Sweet
           friend
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           you
           wont
           were
           to
           provide
        
         
           Good
           Breakfast
           for
           me
           when
           I
           was
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           But
           since
           that
           comfort
           now
           I
           am
           deni'd
           ,
        
         
           In
           meat
           and
           drink
           I
           take
           no
           more
           delight
           .
        
         
           For
           greater
           hurt
           cannot
           upon
           me
           fall
           ,
        
         
           Although
           for
           want
           of
           me
           my
           Father
           die
           ,
        
         
           While
           absent
           from
           him
           at
           the
           Trojan
           Wall
        
         
           For
           this
           accursed
           
           Helen's
           sake
           I
           lie
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           though
           my
           Son
           Neptolemus
           should
           die
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           I
           in
           Scyros
           Isle
           lest
           to
           be
           bred
           ,
        
         
           Not
           thinking
           then
           that
           here
           both
           you
           and
           I
        
         
           Should
           lose
           our
           lives
           ;
           but
           that
           when
           I
           was
           dead
        
         
           He
           should
           by
           you
           be
           to
           my
           House
           convey'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           to
           know
           my
           Servants
           and
           Estate
           .
        
         
           For
           Peleus
           now
           is
           very
           much
           decay'd
           ,
        
         
           If
           quite
           he
           have
           not
           finished
           his
           Fate
           .
        
         
         
           When
           this
           Achilles
           weeping
           spoken
           had
           ,
        
         
           The
           good
           old
           men
           that
           also
           had
           their
           fears
        
         
           For
           those
           they
           left
           at
           home
           ,
           were
           very
           sad
           .
        
         
           And
           Jove
           had
           pity
           on
           Achilles
           tears
           ,
        
         
           And
           speaking
           to
           Athena
           ,
           Child
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Your
           love
           to
           valiant
           men
           ,
           I
           see
           ,
           is
           gone
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           must
           no
           more
           remembred
           be
           .
        
         
           Behold
           how
           for
           his
           friend
           he
           maketh
           moan
           ,
        
         
           And
           takes
           no
           food
           ,
           though
           th'
           other
           Princes
           feast
           .
        
         
           Let
           not
           his
           strength
           by
           hunger
           be
           decay'd
           ;
        
         
           Distil
           Ambrosia
           into
           his
           breast
           ,
        
         
           And
           Nectar
           .
           Straight
           Athena
           him
           obey'd
           .
        
         
           And
           swift
           as
           any
           Harpy
           came
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           arming
           of
           themselves
           she
           found
           the
           rest
           .
        
         
           But
           that
           Achilles
           strength
           might
           not
           decay
        
         
           She
           dropt
           Ambrosia
           into
           his
           breast
           ,
        
         
           And
           Nectar
           sweet
           ,
           and
           out
           the
           Argives
           went.
        
         
           As
           when
           from
           Jove
           descendeth
           a
           thick
           Snow
           ,
        
         
           Which
           Boreas
           bloweth
           through
           the
           Element
           ;
        
         
           Such
           of
           the
           armed
           Argives
           was
           the
           show
           ;
        
         
           So
           bright
           their
           burnisht
           Arms
           and
           Helmets
           were
           ,
        
         
           The
           lustre
           up
           to
           Heaven
           did
           rebound
           ,
        
         
           And
           smiling
           all
           about
           the
           Fields
           appear
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           moving
           of
           their
           feet
           resound
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           his
           mighty
           Arms
           puts
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           grinds
           his
           teeth
           ,
           and
           fire
           was
           in
           his
           eyes
           ,
        
         
           And
           hasted
           to
           the
           Battle
           to
           be
           gone
           ;
        
         
           So
           much
           his
           heart
           did
           at
           the
           Trojans
           rise
           .
        
         
           First
           to
           his
           legs
           the
           Leg-pieces
           he
           ti'd
        
         
           With
           Buckles
           of
           fine
           silver
           all
           along
           ,
        
         
           And
           next
           his
           Breast-plate
           to
           his
           breast
           appli'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           shoulder
           then
           his
           Sword
           he
           hung
           ,
        
         
           Then
           up
           into
           his
           hands
           his
           Shield
           he
           took
        
         
           Large
           ,
           strong
           ,
           and
           mighty
           ,
           radiant
           was
           the
           same
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           afar
           it
           like
           the
           Moon
           did
           look
           ,
        
         
           Or
           ,
           as
           to
           Seamen
           ,
           on
           the
           wolds
           a
           flame
           ,
        
         
           That
           sure
           are
           of
           a
           storm
           when
           that
           they
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           their
           friends
           to
           scatter'd
           be
           by
           wind
        
         
           To
           places
           where
           they
           not
           desire
           to
           be
           ;
        
         
           So
           then
           the
           Buckler
           of
           Achilles
           shin'd
           .
        
         
         
           And
           next
           he
           puts
           his
           Helmet
           on
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           Which
           shined
           like
           a
           Comet
           in
           the
           Air
           ,
        
         
           So
           finely
           Vulcan
           had
           it
           polished
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           it
           seem
           to
           blaze
           with
           golden
           hair
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           try
           his
           Arms
           if
           fit
           they
           were
           ,
        
         
           He
           walkt
           about
           ,
           and
           thought
           he
           wings
           had
           worn
           .
        
         
           And
           last
           from
           out
           a
           Tub
           he
           took
           his
           Spear
        
         
           (
           Which
           by
           his
           Father
           formerly
           was
           born
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           by
           Chiron
           in
           Mount
           Pel●on
           )
        
         
           Which
           no
           man
           but
           Achilles
           now
           could
           wield
           ,
        
         
           Since
           Peleus
           strength
           decayed
           was
           and
           gone
           .
        
         
           A
           fatal
           Spear
           to
           Heroes
           in
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           And
           Alcimus
           then
           and
           Automedon
        
         
           The
           Horses
           to
           the
           Chariot
           made
           fast
           ,
        
         
           And
           harnest
           them
           and
           put
           their
           Bridles
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           back
           unto
           the
           Seat
           the
           Reyns
           they
           cast
           .
        
         
           With
           Whip
           in
           hand
           then
           mounts
           Automedon
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           him
           Achilles
           not
           long
           staid
        
         
           Yclad
           in
           Armour
           shining
           like
           the
           Sun
           ,
        
         
           And
           roughly
           to
           his
           Horses
           speaking
           said
           ,
        
         
           Xanthus
           and
           Balius
           take
           heed
           I
           pray
           ,
        
         
           A
           little
           better
           of
           your
           Charretier
           ,
        
         
           Than
           of
           Patroclus
           you
           did
           yesterday
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           dead
           and
           stript
           you
           left
           behind
           you
           here
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           his
           sprightly
           head
           low
           Xanthus
           hung
           ,
        
         
           Till
           on
           the
           ground
           his
           golden
           Mane
           was
           laid
           .
        
         
           And
           Juno
           humane
           Speech
           gave
           to
           his
           Tongue
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           Achilles
           then
           he
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Yes
           ,
           great
           Achilles
           ,
           we
           will
           save
           you
           now
           ;
        
         
           But
           know
           ye
           ,
           that
           your
           utmost
           day
           is
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           Not
           by
           our
           faults
           ;
           the
           Gods
           will
           have
           it
           so
           ,
        
         
           And
           ,
           which
           cannot
           be
           shun'd
           ,
           your
           Destiny
           .
        
         
           And
           that
           Patroclus
           is
           disarm'd
           and
           slain
           ,
        
         
           'T
           was
           not
           because
           we
           lazy
           were
           or
           slow
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           Priamides
           might
           honour
           gain
           ,
        
         
           Apollo
           slew
           him
           with
           his
           silver
           Bow.
        
         
           For
           we
           could
           have
           gone
           faster
           than
           the
           wind
           ,
        
         
           If
           that
           could
           to
           him
           any
           good
           have
           done
           .
        
         
           The
           thread
           of
           life
           which
           for
           him
           was
           design'd
        
         
           Was
           by
           the
           Destinies
           draw●
           cut
           〈…〉
           .
        
         
         
           This
           then
           said
           Xanthus
           ,
           but
           could
           not
           proceed
           .
        
         
           His
           Speech
           the
           Furies
           from
           him
           took
           aga●●
        
         
           Xanthus
           (
           repli'd
           Achilles
           )
           there
           's
           no
           need
        
         
           For
           you
           to
           prophecie
           my
           death
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           I
           know
           already
           that
           I
           here
           must
           die
        
         
           Far
           from
           my
           Parents
           ;
           yet
           I
           mean
           to
           stay
        
         
           Till
           I
           have
           made
           the
           Trojans
           hence
           to
           flie
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           his
           Myrmidons
           he
           led
           away
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XX.
           
        
         
           WHilst
           with
           Achilles
           th'
           Argives
           armed
           stand
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           Plain
           the
           Trojans
           ready
           all
           ,
        
         
           Jove
           to
           the
           Goddess
           Thetis
           gave
           command
        
         
           The
           Common
           Councel
           of
           the
           Gods
           to
           call
           .
        
         
           Then
           down
           she
           came
           ,
           and
           calling
           went
           about
           .
        
         
           Ye
           Gods
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           Jove
           calls
           you
           to
           his
           house
           .
        
         
           And
           straight
           the
           Rivers
           from
           their
           streams
           came
           out
        
         
           All
           but
           their
           Father
           old
           Oceanus
           .
        
         
           The
           Nymphs
           from
           ev'ry
           Meadow
           ,
           Spring
           ,
           and
           Grove
        
         
           Up
           to
           the
           Mount
           Olympus
           went
           in
           hast
           ;
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           come
           were
           to
           the
           house
           of
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           In
           Porches
           round
           on
           polish'd
           Seats
           were
           plac'd
           .
        
         
           And
           Neptune
           also
           having
           heard
           the
           Call
           ,
        
         
           Leapt
           from
           the
           Sea
           up
           to
           Olympus
           Hill
           ,
        
         
           And
           sitting
           in
           the
           midst
           before
           them
           all
        
         
           To
           Jove
           he
           spake
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
           What
           is
           your
           will
           ?
        
         
           D'
           ye
           call
           us
           hither
           our
           advice
           to
           hear
           ;
        
         
           To
           give
           the
           day
           to
           Trojan
           or
           to
           Greek
           ?
        
         
           For
           I
           perceive
           the
           Battle
           now
           is
           near
           .
        
         
           My
           mind
           (
           said
           Jupiter
           )
           you
           need
           not
           seek
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           the
           Greeks
           distrest
           I
           have
           a
           care
           .
        
         
           But
           on
           Olympus
           I
           intend
           to
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           please
           my self
           with
           looking
           on
           the
           Warre
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           the
           other
           Gods
           go
           down
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           take
           which
           side
           they
           will.
           For
           else
           I
           fear
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           whom
           the
           Trojans
           did
           so
           dread
           ,
        
         
           When
           in
           the
           Battle
           no
           Immortals
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           more
           enrag'd
           is
           since
           his
           friend
           is
           dead
           ;
        
         
           When
           he
           has
           driy'n
           the
           Trojans
           from
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           Will
           then
           directly
           go
           to
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           And
           overthrow
           the
           Wall
           which
           you
           did
           build
           ,
        
         
           Before
           the
           time
           (
           by
           Fate
           appointed
           )
           come
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Fight
           began
           .
           On
           th'
           Argives
           side
        
         
           Stood
           
             Juno
             ,
             Pallas
             ,
             Neptune
             ,
             Mercury
          
           ;
        
         
           And
           Vulcan
           taking
           in
           his
           strength
           great
           pride
           ,
        
         
           Went
           halting
           'mongst
           them
           with
           his
           legs
           awry
           .
        
         
           On
           th'
           other
           side
           ,
           Mars
           for
           the
           Trojans
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           Phoebus
           ,
           and
           his
           Sister
           Artemis
           ,
        
         
           Their
           Mother
           Leto
           ,
           and
           Scamander
           Flood
           ,
        
         
           And
           Venus
           that
           of
           all
           the
           fairest
           is
           .
        
         
           And
           whilst
           they
           from
           the
           Battle
           stood
           aside
           ,
        
         
           The
           Argives
           mightily
           encourag'd
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           Achilles
           presence
           took
           great
           pride
           ;
        
         
           For
           long
           it
           seem'd
           they
           had
           not
           seen
           him
           there
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           when
           they
           saw
           him
           shook
           for
           fear
           ,
        
         
           So
           like
           to
           Mars
           he
           was
           ,
           his
           Arms
           so
           bright
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           the
           Gods
           on
           both
           sides
           with
           them
           were
           ,
        
         
           Then
           all
           about
           was
           filled
           with
           affright
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           Air
           heard
           was
           Athena
           shrill
        
         
           As
           from
           the
           Ditch
           ,
           and
           sometimes
           from
           the
           shore
           ,
        
         
           And
           Mars
           sometimes
           from
           Callidone
           Hill
           ,
        
         
           And
           sometimes
           as
           at
           Troy
           was
           heard
           to
           rore
           ,
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           he
           ,
           but
           she
           the
           Greeks
           t'incite
           .
        
         
           Thus
           by
           the
           Gods
           from
           Heav'n
           encouraged
        
         
           The
           Armies
           met
           ,
           and
           cruel
           was
           the
           Fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           terribly
           above
           Jove
           thundered
           ,
        
         
           And
           Neptune
           shook
           the
           Earth
           on
           ev'ry
           side
           ,
        
         
           The
           Argive
           Ships
           ,
           and
           stately
           Trojan
           Tow'rs
           ,
        
         
           The
           Plain
           beneath
           ,
           and
           lofty
           Tops
           of
           Ide
           .
        
         
           And
           frighted
           with
           it
           were
           th'
           Infernal
           Pow'rs
           ,
        
         
           And
           Pluto
           starting
           from
           his
           ugly
           Throne
        
         
           To
           Neptune
           cried
           out
           his
           hand
           to
           hold
           ,
        
         
           For
           fear
           his
           dismal
           dwelling
           should
           be
           shown
        
         
           To
           Men
           and
           Gods
           so
           hateful
           to
           behold
           .
        
         
           So
           great
           a
           noise
           the
           Gods
           make
           when
           they
           fight
           .
        
         
           Phoebus
           to
           Neptune
           now
           opposed
           is
           ,
        
         
           And
           Pallas
           stands
           against
           rude
           Mars
           his
           might
           ,
        
         
           And
           Juno
           matched
           is
           with
           Artemis
           ,
        
         
           And
           Mercury
           against
           Latona
           stood
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           that
           Vulcan
           had
           to
           deal
           withal
           ,
        
         
           Was
           the
           divine
           and
           deep
           swift-running
           Flood
           ,
        
         
           Which
           Xanthus
           Gods
           ,
           but
           Men
           Scamander
           call
           .
        
         
         
         
         
         
         
           Thus
           were
           th'Immortals
           matched
           one
           to
           one
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           would
           have
           given
           any
           good
        
         
           That
           he
           had
           matched
           been
           to
           
           Priam's
           Son
           ,
        
         
           T'
           have
           made
           to
           Mars
           a
           Breakfast
           of
           his
           blood
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Apollo
           sets
           Aeneas
           on
        
         
           T'
           encounter
           with
           Achilles
           ;
           and
           array'd
        
         
           I'th'person
           and
           the
           voice
           of
           Lycaon
        
         
           Came
           to
           his
           side
           ,
           and
           thus
           unto
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Aeneas
           ,
           when
           the
           Wine
           was
           in
           your
           head
           ,
        
         
           I
           oft
           have
           heard
           you
           of
           your self
           say
           this
           ,
        
         
           That
           'gainst
           Achilles
           you
           in
           fight
           durst
           stand
           .
        
         
           What
           say
           you
           to
           him
           now
           ?
           See
           ,
           there
           he
           is
           .
        
         
           
             Priamides
             (
             Aeneas
          
           then
           repli'd
           )
        
         
           Why
           would
           you
           have
           me
           with
           Achilles
           fight
           ?
        
         
           I
           once
           already
           was
           upon
           Mount
           Ide
        
         
           Keeping
           our
           Cattle
           ,
           by
           him
           put
           to
           flight
           ;
        
         
           And
           thence
           for
           safety
           to
           Lyrnessus
           fled
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           the
           Town
           Lyrnessus
           quickly
           won
        
         
           And
           Pedasus
           .
           And
           then
           I
           had
           been
           dead
        
         
           If
           Jove
           had
           not
           inabled
           me
           to
           run
           .
        
         
           For
           Pallas
           with
           him
           was
           and
           made
           him
           way
           ,
        
         
           Striking
           his
           Foes
           before
           him
           with
           affright
           ,
        
         
           And
           urging
           him
           the
           Trojans
           to
           destroy
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           more
           than
           Man
           can
           do
           t'
           oppose
           his
           might
           .
        
         
           One
           God
           or
           other
           always
           with
           him
           is
        
         
           To
           put
           aside
           the
           Spears
           before
           they
           come
           .
        
         
           And
           whom
           he
           aims
           at
           he
           doth
           never
           miss
           ▪
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           mark
           his
           Spear
           flies
           always
           home
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           the
           Gods
           unpartial
           would
           be
           ,
        
         
           Although
           of
           solid
           Brass
           his
           body
           were
           ,
        
         
           He
           should
           not
           eas'ly
           get
           the
           Victorie
           .
        
         
           Aeneas
           (
           then
           said
           Phoebus
           )
           do
           not
           fear
           ,
        
         
           But
           pray
           unto
           the
           Gods.
           Your
           Mother
           is
        
         
           
           Jove's
           Daughter
           Cytherea
           ,
           as
           they
           say
           ,
        
         
           A
           greater
           Goddess
           by
           descent
           than
           his
           ;
        
         
           And
           therefore
           boldly
           to
           him
           go
           your
           way
           .
        
         
           His
           mighty
           words
           and
           threats
           you
           must
           not
           fear
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           courage
           breath'd
           into
           his
           breast
           .
        
         
           Then
           through
           the
           foremost
           went
           he
           with
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           Helmet
           of
           strong
           Brass
           with
           glittring
           Crest
           .
        
         
         
           Now
           Juno
           of
           his
           going
           was
           aware
           ,
        
         
           And
           calling
           to
           her
           th'
           other
           Gods
           ,
           she
           said
           ,
        
         
           Neptune
           and
           Pallas
           ,
           let
           us
           have
           a
           care
           ;
        
         
           I
           see
           a
           danger
           that
           ought
           to
           be
           wai'd
           .
        
         
           Aeneas
           yonder
           with
           his
           spear
           in
           hand
           ,
        
         
           Goes
           to
           Achilles
           with
           a
           mind
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           Let
           's
           keep
           him
           off
           ,
           or
           by
           Achilles
           stand
           ,
        
         
           And
           add
           both
           to
           his
           courage
           and
           his
           might
           ,
        
         
           That
           he
           may
           know
           ,
           the
           Gods
           of
           greatest
           Pow'r
        
         
           Are
           on
           his
           side
           ,
           and
           those
           that
           stand
           for
           Troy
        
         
           In
           vertue
           much
           to
           us
           inferiour
           ,
        
         
           And
           dare
           not
           in
           the
           Field
           against
           us
           stay
           ;
        
         
           And
           that
           we
           from
           Olympus
           hither
           came
        
         
           To
           save
           him
           now
           ;
           hereafter
           whatsoere
        
         
           Mischances
           come
           he
           must
           endure
           the
           same
           ,
        
         
           Since
           at
           his
           Birth
           they
           woven
           with
           him
           were
           .
        
         
           For
           if
           unknown
           our
           purpose
           to
           him
           be
           ,
        
         
           To
           meet
           a
           God
           will
           put
           him
           into
           fear
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           dangerous
           Gods
           as
           they
           are
           to
           see
           ;
        
         
           So
           terrible
           to
           mortals
           they
           appear
           .
        
         
           And
           Neptune
           unto
           Juno
           then
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           You
           are
           too
           fierce
           .
           A
           fight
           between
           the
           Gods
        
         
           I
           would
           not
           have
           begin
           upon
           our
           side
           .
        
         
           Nor
           does
           it
           need
           ;
           so
           much
           we
           have
           the
           ods
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           's
           go
           hence
           to
           yonder
           Mountain
           top
           ,
        
         
           And
           leave
           the
           Battle
           in
           the
           hands
           of
           men
           .
        
         
           If
           Mars
           or
           Phoebus
           then
           Achilles
           stop
           ,
        
         
           We
           to
           the
           Battle
           will
           return
           agen
           ,
        
         
           And
           send
           them
           to
           Olympus
           home
           with
           shame
           ,
        
         
           'Mongst
           other
           of
           the
           Gods
           at
           Court
           to
           stay
           ,
        
         
           Well
           beaten
           at
           our
           hands
           ,
           disgrac'd
           ,
           and
           tame
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           this
           had
           said
           ,
           he
           led
           away
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           come
           was
           to
           the
           Castle-wall
           ,
        
         
           Which
           was
           by
           th'
           Trojans
           built
           for
           Hercules
        
         
           By
           Pallas
           help
           ,
           to
           save
           him
           from
           the
           Whale
        
         
           That
           much
           annoy'd
           the
           Trojans
           from
           the
           Seas
           ,
        
         
           He
           and
           his
           Party
           of
           the
           Gods
           stay'd
           there
        
         
           Concealed
           by
           a
           Cloud
           ,
           and
           looking
           on
           .
        
         
           But
           Mars
           and
           Phoebus
           with
           their
           Party
           were
        
         
           Sitting
           upon
           the
           Brow
           of
           Callidon
           .
        
         
         
           Thus
           from
           the
           Field
           the
           Gods
           on
           both
           sides
           staid
        
         
           Consulting
           how
           their
           friends
           the
           day
           might
           win
           .
        
         
           But
           neither
           side
           effectually
           would
           aid
           .
        
         
           For
           not
           a
           God
           amongst
           them
           durst
           begin
           .
        
         
           Now
           cover'd
           over
           was
           the
           Field
           with
           men
        
         
           Both
           Horse
           and
           Foot
           array'd
           in
           Armour
           bright
           .
        
         
           The
           Earth
           resounded
           with
           their
           feet
           .
           And
           then
        
         
           Two
           warriours
           in
           the
           midst
           stood
           out
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           and
           Aeneas
           the
           two
           best
           .
        
         
           And
           first
           Aeneas
           with
           fierce
           looks
           went
           on
        
         
           With
           Spear
           in
           hand
           ,
           and
           Shield
           before
           his
           breast
           .
        
         
           To
           meet
           him
           then
           advanced
           Thetis
           Son.
        
         
           As
           when
           to
           chace
           a
           Lion
           from
           the
           Plain
        
         
           The
           people
           of
           the
           Town
           with
           Weapons
           rise
           ,
        
         
           The
           Lion
           looks
           upon
           them
           with
           disdain
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           he
           did
           their
           multitude
           despise
           ;
        
         
           But
           when
           a
           Spear
           from
           any
           of
           them
           comes
           ,
        
         
           He
           whips
           himself
           in
           t
           '
           anger
           with
           his
           Tail
           ,
        
         
           And
           terribly
           goes
           on
           ,
           and
           yawns
           and
           foams
           ,
        
         
           To
           kill
           ,
           or
           to
           be
           killed
           if
           he
           fail
           :
        
         
           So
           at
           the
           seeing
           of
           Aeneas
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           did
           himself
           to
           th'Fight
           provoke
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           stood
           to
           one
           another
           near
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           first
           unto
           Aeneas
           spoke
           .
        
         
           Aeneas
           ,
           why
           (
           said
           he
           )
           come
           you
           away
        
         
           So
           far
           before
           the
           rest
           ?
           To
           fight
           with
           me
           ?
        
         
           Will
           Priam
           ,
           think
           you
           ,
           make
           you
           King
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           If
           by
           your
           hand
           perhaps
           I
           slain
           should
           be
           ?
        
         
           No.
           He
           is
           wise
           ,
           and
           Sons
           has
           of
           his
           own
           .
        
         
           Or
           will
           the
           Trojans
           set
           you
           out
           great
           Lands
           ,
        
         
           Some
           to
           be
           planted
           ,
           others
           to
           be
           sown
        
         
           When
           ever
           I
           am
           killed
           by
           your
           hands
           ?
        
         
           But
           that
           I
           hope
           will
           never
           be
           .
           You
           know
        
         
           How
           once
           I
           made
           you
           run
           down
           Ida
           Hill
        
         
           Into
           Lyrnessus
           in
           great
           haste
           ;
           and
           how
        
         
           You
           nere
           lookt
           back
           for
           fear
           of
           greater
           ill
           ;
        
         
           And
           how
           the
           Town
           I
           won
           ,
           and
           led
           away
        
         
           The
           women
           Captives
           ;
           though
           't
           was
           then
           
           Jove's
           will
        
         
           That
           from
           my
           hands
           you
           should
           escape
           that
           day
           ,
        
         
           You
           must
           not
           look
           that
           you
           should
           do
           so
           still
           .
        
         
         
           And
           therefore
           I
           advise
           you
           to
           be
           gone
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           throng
           o'
           th'
           Trojans
           to
           abide
           .
        
         
           For
           ev'ry
           Fool
           his
           harm
           knows
           when
           't
           is
           done
           .
        
         
           Th●s
           said
           ,
           Aeneas
           to
           him
           thus
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           Pelides
           ,
           do
           not
           think
           you
           can
           me
           fright
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           I
           were
           a
           Child
           ,
           with
           words
           of
           scorn
           .
        
         
           For
           if
           in
           evil
           words
           I
           took
           delight
           ,
        
         
           I
           cou●d
           as
           many
           easily
           return
           .
        
         
           We
           one
           anothers
           Parents
           know
           by
           fame
           .
        
         
           Peleus
           your
           Father
           was
           ,
           A●chises
           mine
           .
        
         
           Your
           Mother
           is
           Divine
           ,
           Thetis
           by
           name
           ;
        
         
           And
           Venus
           mine
           ,
           of
           the
           Celestial
           line
           .
        
         
           And
           one
           of
           them
           to
           day
           must
           lose
           a
           Son.
        
         
           For
           't
           is
           not
           words
           can
           fetch
           us
           off
           this
           place
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           you
           'll
           know
           my
           Generation
           ,
        
         
           I
           'll
           by
           my
           Father
           likewise
           count
           my
           Race
           .
        
         
           For
           first
           by
           Jove
           was
           Dardanus
           begot
        
         
           That
           rul'd
           the
           Dardans
           under
           Ida
           Hill
        
         
           In
           divers
           Towns.
           For
           Ilium
           yet
           was
           not
           .
        
         
           But
           at
           the
           foot
           of
           Ida
           they
           dwelt
           still
           .
        
         
           And
           
             Dardan
             Erichthonius
          
           begat
           ,
        
         
           That
           was
           the
           wealthiest
           of
           mortal
           men
           .
        
         
           Three
           thousand
           Mares
           he
           had
           ,
           and
           unto
           that
           ,
        
         
           As
           many
           Foals
           all
           feeding
           on
           the
           Fen.
        
         
           And
           twelve
           of
           these
           were
           got
           by
           Boreas
           ,
        
         
           That
           leapt
           their
           Dams
           in
           likeness
           of
           a
           Horse
           ,
        
         
           And
           ore
           the
           ears
           of
           standing
           Corn
           could
           pass
        
         
           And
           never
           make
           them
           stoop
           ;
           such
           was
           their
           force
           ;
        
         
           And
           run
           upon
           the
           Sea
           and
           never
           wet
        
         
           Their
           hoofs
           ,
           which
           very
           wondrous
           was
           to
           see
           .
        
         
           And
           Erichthonius
           did
           Tros
           beget
           .
        
         
           And
           Tros
           the
           Father
           was
           of
           Children
           three
           ,
        
         
           
             Ilus
             ,
             Assaracus
          
           ,
           and
           Ganymed
           .
        
         
           But
           Ganymed
           was
           taken
           up
           by
           Jove
        
         
           (
           So
           fair
           he
           was
           )
           and
           t'Heaven
           carried
           ,
        
         
           To
           minister
           unto
           the
           Gods
           above
           .
        
         
           The
           Son
           of
           Ilus
           was
           Laomedon
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           Tithonus
           got
           and
           Priamus
           ,
        
         
           And
           
             Lampus
             ,
             Clytius
             ,
             Icetaon
          
           .
        
         
           But
           Capys
           Son
           was
           of
           Assaracus
           .
        
         
         
           Capys
           begat
           Anchises
           ,
           and
           he
           me
           .
        
         
           I
           need
           not
           be
           ashamed
           of
           my
           Race
           .
        
         
           Though
           Vertue
           l●eth
           not
           in
           Pedigree
           ,
        
         
           But
           given
           is
           to
           them
           whom
           Jove
           will
           grace
           .
        
         
           Then
           let
           us
           from
           reproachful
           words
           abstain
           ,
        
         
           Whereof
           there
           is
           great
           plenty
           ev'ry
           where
        
         
           To
           serve
           all
           men
           that
           will
           them
           entertain
           ,
        
         
           That
           as
           a
           man
           will
           speak
           ,
           so
           he
           may
           hear
           .
        
         
           What
           need
           we
           like
           two
           women
           in
           the
           street
           ,
        
         
           When
           they
           cannot
           agree
           ,
           to
           rail
           and
           scoff
           ?
        
         
           Who
           ,
           say
           they
           true
           or
           false
           ,
           are
           undiscreet
           .
        
         
           For
           from
           my
           purpose
           you
           'll
           not
           put
           me
           off
        
         
           With
           scornful
           words
           ,
           before
           your
           force
           I
           try
           .
        
         
           Let
           's
           therefore
           here
           no
           longer
           talk
           but
           fight
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           spake
           his
           Spear
           he
           letteth
           fly
           ,
        
         
           Which
           on
           Achilles
           mighty
           Shield
           fell
           right
           ,
        
         
           And
           terribly
           it
           made
           the
           same
           resound
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           far
           before
           him
           held
           his
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           For
           fear
           Aeneas
           through
           it
           might
           him
           wound
           ;
        
         
           Though
           Heav'nly
           Arms
           to
           mortals
           will
           not
           yield
           .
        
         
           But
           that
           he
           thought
           not
           on
           Nor
           did
           the
           Spear
        
         
           Well
           driven
           as
           it
           was
           and
           strong
           ,
           pass
           through
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           five
           plies
           that
           labour'd
           in
           it
           were
        
         
           By
           Mulciber
           ,
           it
           pierced
           only
           two
           ,
        
         
           And
           those
           were
           Brass
           .
           There
           still
           remained
           three
           ,
        
         
           The
           one
           of
           Gold
           ,
           the
           other
           two
           of
           Tin
           ;
        
         
           And
           stopped
           by
           the
           Brass
           it
           could
           not
           be
           ;
        
         
           But
           coming
           to
           the
           Gold
           it
           there
           stuck
           in
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Achilles
           threw
           his
           Spear
           at
           him
           ,
        
         
           Which
           flying
           with
           great
           force
           pass'd
           through
           his
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           Where
           thin
           the
           Brass
           and
           Hide
           was
           near
           the
           Brim
           ,
        
         
           And
           over
           him
           it
           flew
           into
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           For
           when
           Aeneas
           coming
           saw
           the
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           He
           crouched
           low
           ,
           and
           held
           his
           Buckler
           high
           ;
        
         
           And
           though
           the
           same
           proceeded
           but
           from
           fear
           ,
        
         
           It
           made
           the
           Spear
           above
           his
           head
           to
           fly
           .
        
         
           Aeneas
           at
           the
           first
           amazed
           stands
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           Achilles
           with
           his
           Sword
           came
           on
           ,
        
         
           He
           stoopt
           ,
           and
           from
           the
           ground
           took
           in
           his
           hands
           ,
        
         
           That
           neer
           unto
           him
           lay
           a
           mighty
           stone
           ,
        
         
         
           Which
           two
           men
           ,
           such
           as
           now
           are
           ,
           scarce
           could
           bear
           ,
        
         
           And
           hit
           him
           had
           on
           th'
           head
           or
           breast
           in
           vain
           ,
        
         
           That
           with
           Celestial
           Arms
           defended
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Achilles
           Sword
           himself
           been
           slain
           ,
        
         
           If
           it
           had
           not
           by
           Neptune
           been
           foreseen
           .
        
         
           Who
           speaking
           to
           the
           Gods
           did
           thus
           complain
           .
        
         
           O
           Gods
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           great
           pain
           I
           now
           am
           in
        
         
           To
           see
           Aeneas
           by
           Achilles
           slain
           ,
        
         
           For
           harkning
           to
           Apollo
           foolishly
           ;
        
         
           Who
           will
           not
           help
           him
           though
           he
           set
           him
           on
           .
        
         
           But
           wherefore
           should
           we
           let
           Aeneas
           die
        
         
           Others
           to
           please
           ,
           when
           he
           no
           fault
           has
           done
           ?
        
         
           Let
           's
           therefore
           save
           him
           lest
           we
           Jove
           offend
           ,
        
         
           Who
           now
           the
           off-spring
           of
           King
           Priam
           hates
           .
        
         
           And
           that
           Aeneas
           ▪
           Race
           shall
           without
           end
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           rule
           ,
           't
           is
           ordered
           by
           the
           Fates
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           to
           
             Neptune
             Juno
          
           did
           reply
           ,
        
         
           If
           you
           Aeneas
           have
           a
           mind
           to
           save
           ,
        
         
           Save
           him
           your self
           .
           For
           well
           you
           know
           that
           I
        
         
           And
           Pallas
           'mongst
           the
           Gods
           sworn
           often
           have
           ,
        
         
           That
           neither
           of
           us
           shall
           a
           Trojan
           aid
           ,
        
         
           Though
           Ilium
           it self
           were
           in
           a
           flame
           .
        
         
           Away
           went
           Neptune
           soon
           as
           that
           was
           said
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Aeneas
           and
           Achilles
           came
           .
        
         
           And
           ore
           Achilles
           eyes
           a
           mist
           he
           spred
           ,
        
         
           And
           drew
           his
           Spear
           out
           of
           Aeneas
           Shield
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           Achilles
           that
           he
           carried
           ,
        
         
           And
           laid
           it
           at
           his
           feet
           upon
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Aeneas
           lifted
           by
           the
           force
        
         
           Of
           an
           Immortal
           God
           skipt
           to
           the
           Rear
           ,
        
         
           Ore
           many
           Ranks
           of
           Heroes
           and
           of
           Horse
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Caucons
           that
           the
           hindmost
           were
           .
        
         
           Where
           Neptune
           standing
           by
           him
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Aeneas
           ,
           who
           was
           't
           of
           th'
           Immortal
           Gods
           ,
        
         
           That
           to
           engage
           Achilles
           you
           betray'd
           ,
        
         
           That
           stronger
           is
           than
           you
           by
           so
           much
           ods
           ?
        
         
           Henceforth
           take
           heed
           you
           come
           not
           in
           his
           way
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           by
           his
           hand
           you
           die
           .
           When
           he
           is
           gone
           ,
        
         
           You
           boldly
           on
           the
           best
           adventure
           may
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           the
           rest
           you
           slain
           shall
           be
           by
           none
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           to
           Achilles
           went
           agen
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           the
           mist
           to
           vanish
           from
           his
           eyes
           .
        
         
           And
           round
           about
           him
           lookt
           Achilles
           then
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           his
           feet
           return'd
           his
           Spear
           espies
           .
        
         
           And
           said
           unto
           himself
           ,
           O
           strange
           ,
           what
           's
           this
           ?
        
         
           The
           man
           is
           gone
           ,
           my
           Spear
           come
           back
           I
           see
           .
        
         
           Aeneas
           of
           the
           Gods
           beloved
           is
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           thought
           all
           he
           said
           was
           vanitie
           .
        
         
           But
           fare
           him
           well
           .
           He
           will
           not
           come
           agen
           ,
        
         
           So
           glad
           he
           is
           that
           he
           hath
           scaped
           so
           .
        
         
           Now
           I
           will
           first
           put
           courage
           in
           my
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           unto
           some
           other
           Trojans
           go
           .
        
         
           Then
           through
           the
           Argive
           Ranks
           he
           went
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           No
           longer
           of
           the
           Trojans
           be
           so
           shy
           ,
        
         
           But
           man
           to
           man
           go
           close
           .
           Be
           not
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           Strong
           as
           I
           am
           ,
           you
           cannot
           think
           that
           I
        
         
           Can
           follow
           such
           a
           multitude
           and
           fight
           .
        
         
           For
           neither
           Mars
           nor
           Pallas
           can
           do
           that
           ,
        
         
           (
           Though
           Gods
           Immortal
           )
           and
           of
           so
           great
           might
           ,
        
         
           That
           mortal
           men
           cannot
           resist
           .
           Yet
           what
        
         
           My
           strength
           alone
           with
           hands
           and
           feet
           can
           do
           ,
        
         
           I
           think
           I
           shall
           not
           any
           thing
           forbear
           .
        
         
           But
           break
           their
           Ranks
           and
           make
           you
           way
           clean
           through
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           shall
           he
           joyful
           be
           whom
           I
           come
           near
           .
        
         
           Whilst
           this
           Achilles
           to
           the
           Argives
           said
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           no
           less
           the
           Trojans
           did
           excite
           .
        
         
           Why
           should
           you
           of
           Achilles
           be
           afraid
           ?
        
         
           With
           words
           't
           is
           easie
           'gainst
           the
           Gods
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           That
           are
           too
           strong
           to
           fight
           with
           with
           a
           Spear
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           Achilles
           now
           I
           mean
           to
           go
           ,
        
         
           Though
           Fire
           his
           hands
           ,
           and
           Steel
           his
           body
           were
           .
        
         
           For
           more
           by
           half
           he
           says
           than
           he
           can
           do
           .
        
         
           When
           Hector
           to
           the
           Trojans
           this
           had
           said
           ,
        
         
           The
           Fight
           began
           ,
           and
           mighty
           was
           the
           cry
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           for
           
             Hector
             Phoebus
          
           was
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           And
           presently
           came
           in
           ,
           and
           standing
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           (
           said
           he
           )
           return
           into
           the
           throng
           .
        
         
           Take
           heed
           .
           With
           Thetis
           Son
           fight
           not
           at
           all
        
         
           Now
           nor
           henceforth
           (
           he
           for
           you
           is
           too
           strong
           )
        
         
           Lest
           by
           his
           Spear
           or
           Sword
           you
           chance
           to
           fall
           .
        
         
         
           Thus
           Hector
           by
           the
           God
           admonished
        
         
           Into
           the
           Trojan
           Troops
           retir'd
           again
           .
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           then
           before
           Achilles
           fled
           .
        
         
           And
           by
           him
           first
           ●phition
           was
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           the
           Nymph
           Neis
           to
           Otrynteus
           bare
        
         
           In
           Ida
           at
           the
           foot
           of
           Tmolus
           Hill
           ,
        
         
           Great
           Troops
           he
           brought
           unto
           the
           Trojan
           Warre
           ,
        
         
           And
           thought
           he
           could
           the
           great
           Pelid●s
           kill
           .
        
         
           But
           coming
           on
           he
           met
           Achilles
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           The
           fatal
           Spear
           ,
           that
           cleft
           his
           head
           in
           twain
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           triumphed
           ore
           him
           there
        
         
           Though
           fallen
           to
           the
           ground
           he
           were
           and
           slain
           .
        
         
           So
           ;
           Otryntides
           ,
           die
           there
           on
           the
           Earth
           ;
        
         
           Though
           where
           runs
           Hyllus
           into
           Hermus
           deep
           ,
        
         
           On
           the
           Gygean
           Lake
           you
           had
           your
           Birth
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           left
           him
           in
           eternal
           sleep
           ,
        
         
           For
           th'
           Argive
           Charret-wheels
           to
           crush
           and
           grind
           .
        
         
           And
           after
           him
           he
           slew
           Demoleon
           ,
        
         
           A
           Warrier
           good
           ,
           and
           of
           undaunted
           mind
           ,
        
         
           That
           of
           Antenor
           was
           a
           valiant
           Son
        
         
           Him
           through
           the
           head
           with
           Spear
           in
           hand
           he
           smot
           ,
        
         
           And
           out
           together
           came
           both
           bloud
           and
           brain
           .
        
         
           H●s
           Helmet
           though
           of
           Brass
           ,
           preserv'd
           him
           not
           .
        
         
           And
           after
           he
           Demoleon
           had
           slain
        
         
           He
           with
           his
           Spear
           pursu'd
           Hippodamas
           ,
        
         
           Who
           from
           his
           Charre
           had
           leapt
           unto
           the
           ground
        
         
           Frighted
           ,
           and
           now
           before
           him
           running
           was
           ,
        
         
           And
           gave
           him
           on
           the
           back
           a
           mortal
           wound
           ,
        
         
           Whereat
           he
           blows
           and
           roars
           like
           any
           Bull
        
         
           Brought
           to
           the
           Altar
           for
           a
           Sacrifice
           ,
        
         
           When
           young
           men
           by
           the
           Horns
           him
           thither
           pull
        
         
           By
           violence
           ;
           then
           down
           he
           falls
           and
           dies
           .
        
         
           Unluckily
           then
           in
           Achill●s
           sight
        
         
           Was
           Polydorus
           Priam's
           youngest
           Son
        
         
           And
           best
           belov'd
           ;
           whom
           he
           forbad
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           Though
           swiftest
           of
           them
           all
           he
           were
           to
           run
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           the
           vertue
           of
           his
           feet
           to
           shew
           ,
        
         
           Betwixt
           the
           Hoasts
           ran
           up
           and
           down
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           Until
           a
           Spear
           Achilles
           at
           him
           threw
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           wound
           upon
           the
           back
           him
           kill'd
           .
        
         
         
           Out
           at
           his
           Navil
           went
           the
           Spear
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           his
           Guts
           to
           follow
           made
           a
           way
           .
        
         
           But
           Hector
           when
           he
           saw
           his
           Brother
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Amongst
           his
           Troops
           he
           could
           no
           longer
           stay
           ,
        
         
           But
           going
           to
           Achilles
           shook
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           Then
           speaking
           to
           himself
           Achilles
           said
           ,
        
         
           The
           man
           that
           slew
           Patroclus
           I
           see
           here
           .
        
         
           We
           must
           no
           more
           each
           other
           now
           avoid
           .
        
         
           And
           sowrely
           on
           him
           looking
           ,
           said
           ,
           Come
           near
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           may
           quickly
           of
           you
           make
           an
           end
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           to
           him
           answer'd
           without
           fear
           ,
        
         
           In
           vain
           Achilles
           your
           proud
           words
           you
           spend
           .
        
         
           Such
           words
           as
           these
           may
           Children
           terrifie
           .
        
         
           And
           I
           can
           speak
           that
           Language
           when
           I
           list
           .
        
         
           And
           though
           you
           be
           a
           mightier
           man
           than
           I
           ,
        
         
           The
           Victory
           does
           not
           in
           that
           consist
           ,
        
         
           But
           he
           shall
           have
           it
           whom
           the
           Gods
           appoint
        
         
           Though
           he
           be
           weaker
           ,
           if
           his
           Spear
           fly
           true
           .
        
         
           Which
           mine
           may
           do
           ,
           and
           sharp
           is
           at
           the
           point
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           his
           Spear
           he
           at
           Achill●s
           threw
           .
        
         
           Which
           back
           to
           
           Hector's
           feet
           Athena
           blew
        
         
           With
           soft
           and
           gentle
           breath
           without
           a
           sound
           .
        
         
           And
           straight
           Achilles
           thundring
           to
           him
           flew
           .
        
         
           But
           then
           Apollo
           snatcht
           him
           from
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           Which
           is
           by
           any
           God
           done
           in
           a
           trice
           ;
        
         
           And
           in
           a
           Mist
           conceal'd
           him
           from
           his
           sight
           .
        
         
           And
           after
           him
           Achilles
           leapt
           up
           thrice
           ,
        
         
           And
           thrice
           the
           Air
           obscure
           in
           vain
           did
           smite
           .
        
         
           Then
           whoopt
           he
           after
           him
           and
           threatning
           said
           ,
        
         
           Dog
           ,
           an
           ill
           death
           agen
           thou
           scaped
           hast
           ,
        
         
           That
           fighting
           ,
           to
           Apollo
           pray'st
           for
           aid
           .
        
         
           But
           yet
           I
           shall
           dispatch
           you
           at
           the
           last
           ,
        
         
           If
           any
           of
           the
           Gods
           for
           me
           appear
        
         
           But
           now
           I
           must
           to
           other
           Trojans
           go
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           at
           Dryops
           straight
           he
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           sent
           his
           Soul
           unto
           the
           Shades
           below
           .
        
         
           To
           meet
           Demuchus
           then
           he
           went
           half
           way
           ,
        
         
           That
           with
           his
           Sword
           came
           toward
           him
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           Him
           with
           a
           wound
           i'
           th'
           neck
           he
           made
           to
           stay
           ;
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Sword
           then
           killed
           him
           outright
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           by
           him
           slain
           the
           Sons
           of
           Bias
           were
        
         
           Laogonus
           and
           Dardanus
           ,
           the
           one
        
         
           With
           his
           great
           Sword
           ,
           the
           other
           with
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           And
           next
           he
           killed
           Tros
           Alastor's
           Son
           ,
        
         
           Who
           not
           resisted
           but
           fell
           at
           his
           knee
           ,
        
         
           And
           beg'd
           his
           life
           ,
           for
           being
           of
           his
           age
           ,
        
         
           Hoping
           for
           that
           he
           pitied
           might
           be
           .
        
         
           But
           that
           Achilles
           wrath
           could
           not
           asswage
           .
        
         
           He
           quite
           mistook
           his
           nature
           like
           a
           child
           .
        
         
           For
           cruel
           was
           Achilles
           and
           hard-harted
           ;
        
         
           But
           he
           sweet-natur'd
           thought
           he
           was
           and
           mild
           .
        
         
           Whereas
           he
           never
           thought
           how
           others
           smarted
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Achilles
           gave
           him
           such
           a
           wound
        
         
           That
           with
           the
           bloud
           his
           Liver
           started
           out
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           he
           left
           him
           dying
           on
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           more
           Trojan
           Leaders
           lookt
           about
           .
        
         
           Then
           coming
           to
           him
           he
           saw
           Mulius
           ,
        
         
           And
           strook
           him
           through
           the
           head
           from
           ear
           to
           ear
           .
        
         
           Then
           with
           his
           Sword
           he
           killed
           Echeclus
        
         
           
           Antenor's
           Son
           that
           to
           him
           came
           too
           near
           .
        
         
           Then
           on
           the
           arm
           he
           hit
           Demolion
           .
        
         
           The
           Spear
           stuck
           in
           ,
           and
           forc'd
           him
           there
           to
           stay
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           came
           furiously
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Sword
           he
           skim'd
           his
           head
           away
        
         
           Helmet
           and
           all
           .
           Then
           Regmus
           with
           a
           wound
        
         
           Upon
           the
           belly
           he
           slew
           with
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Who
           from
           his
           Charret
           fell
           unto
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           And
           after
           him
           he
           flew
           his
           Charretier
        
         
           Areitbous
           ,
           whilst
           he
           his
           Horses
           turns
           .
        
         
           As
           a
           thick
           Coppice
           in
           a
           windy
           day
           ,
        
         
           If
           set
           on
           fire
           unmercifully
           burns
           ;
        
         
           So
           went
           Achilles
           killing
           ev'ry
           way
           .
        
         
           As
           Oxen
           from
           the
           Straw
           tread
           out
           the
           Corn
           ,
        
         
           So
           trampling
           went
           his
           Horses
           ore
           the
           dead
           ,
        
         
           That
           with
           their
           Bucklers
           by
           the
           wheels
           were
           torn
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'Axle-tree
           with
           bloud
           was
           covered
        
         
           And
           Spoaks
           ;
           in
           part
           with
           droppings
           from
           the
           wheels
        
         
           (
           For
           going
           on
           the
           ground
           the
           wheels
           were
           go●y
           )
        
         
           And
           partly
           beaten
           up
           with
           th'Horses
           heels
           ,
        
         
           And
           bloudy
           were
           his
           hands
           ;
           and
           all
           for
           glory
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XXI
           .
        
         
           WHen
           to
           the
           River
           Xanthus
           they
           were
           come
           ,
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           at
           the
           Ford
           half
           of
           them
           pass'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           High
           way
           fled
           to
           Ilium
           ;
        
         
           The
           other
           leapt
           into
           the
           Stream
           for
           haste
           ;
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           winding
           flood
           there
           swimming
           strive
           .
        
         
           As
           Locusts
           when
           by
           sudden
           Tier
           sprung
        
         
           In
           swarms
           unto
           the
           River
           fly
           and
           dive
           ;
        
         
           So
           they
           themselves
           into
           Scamander
           flung
           .
        
         
           And
           filled
           was
           the
           Stream
           with
           Horse
           and
           Men.
        
         
           Achilles
           on
           the
           Bank-side
           left
           his
           Spear
        
         
           Set
           up
           on
           end
           against
           a
           Tree
           ;
           and
           then
        
         
           Achilles
           leapt
           in
           with
           his
           Sword
           ;
           and
           there
        
         
           He
           kill'd
           as
           fast
           as
           he
           could
           turn
           and
           strike
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           their
           bloud
           the
           Stream
           was
           dyed
           red
           .
        
         
           And
           grievous
           't
           was
           to
           hear
           them
           groan
           and
           shrike
           ,
        
         
           That
           in
           the
           flood
           were
           by
           him
           massacred
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           the
           Dolphins
           in
           a
           River
           are
           ,
        
         
           The
           other
           Fish
           scud
           to
           the
           Banks
           in
           sholes
           ,
        
         
           So
           did
           it
           with
           the
           swimming
           Trojans
           fate
           ,
        
         
           They
           fled
           to
           th'Banks
           and
           hid
           themselves
           in
           holes
           .
        
         
           And
           twelve
           of
           them
           alive
           Achilles
           took
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           their
           Girdles
           hands
           behind
           them
           bound
           ,
        
         
           Then
           caus'd
           them
           to
           be
           led
           out
           of
           the
           Brook
           ▪
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Ships
           conveyed
           safe
           and
           sound
           ;
        
         
           To
           slay
           them
           at
           Patroclus
           Funeral
           .
        
         
           Then
           from
           the
           River
           out
           he
           came
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           
           Priam's
           Son
           Lycaon
           met
           withal
        
         
           That
           from
           Scamander
           flying
           was
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           Whom
           Prisoner
           he
           had
           taken
           once
           before
           ,
        
         
           When
           in
           his
           Father's
           ground
           he
           was
           by
           night
        
         
           Cutting
           of
           Spoak●staves
           from
           a
           Sycamore
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           him
           now
           the
           second
           time
           did
           light
           .
        
         
         
           To
           Lemnos
           first
           he
           sent
           him
           to
           be
           sold
           ,
        
         
           And
           bought
           he
           there
           was
           by
           Eetion
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           for
           him
           had
           good
           store
           of
           Gold.
        
         
           But
           he
           got
           loose
           and
           home
           again
           did
           run
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           eleven
           days
           he
           staid
           ;
           and
           well
        
         
           Was
           entertained
           in
           his
           Father's
           house
           .
        
         
           The
           twelfth
           into
           Achilles
           hands
           he
           fell
        
         
           Agen
           ,
           that
           sent
           him
           then
           to
           Er●bus
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           seeing
           him
           without
           a
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Without
           a
           Shield
           ,
           and
           nothing
           on
           his
           head
        
         
           (
           For
           he
           had
           cast
           away
           his
           Arms
           for
           fear
        
         
           When
           almost
           tir'd
           he
           from
           the
           River
           fled
           )
        
         
           Achilles
           grumbling
           to
           himself
           then
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           strange
           !
           These
           Trojans
           are
           stout-hearted
           men
           ,
        
         
           That
           being
           sent
           away
           ,
           will
           not
           be
           staid
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           War
           must
           needs
           come
           back
           agen
           .
        
         
           Here
           's
           one
           I
           sent
           to
           Lemnos
           to
           be
           sold
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           is
           come
           to
           fight
           with
           me
           agen
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           strange
           the
           Sea
           could
           not
           him
           from
           me
           hold
           ,
        
         
           That
           can
           against
           their
           wills
           hold
           other
           men
           .
        
         
           But
           well
           ,
           I
           'll
           give
           him
           of
           my
           Spear
           a
           tast
           ,
        
         
           And
           send
           him
           to
           the
           Earth
           ,
           that
           I
           may
           see
        
         
           Whether
           the
           Earth
           or
           no
           can
           hold
           him
           fast
           ,
        
         
           By
           which
           are
           holden
           better
           men
           than
           he
           .
        
         
           Whilst
           this
           Achilles
           said
           ,
           the
           man
           came
           near
           ,
        
         
           To
           beg
           his
           life
           ;
           for
           loath
           to
           die
           was
           he
           .
        
         
           To
           wound
           him
           then
           Achilles
           lifts
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           But
           under
           it
           he
           got
           unto
           his
           knee
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           one
           hand
           laid
           hold
           upon
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           Achilles
           knee
           the
           other
           laid
           .
        
         
           And
           kneeling
           down
           before
           him
           shook
           with
           fear
           ,
        
         
           And
           lamentably
           to
           him
           speaking
           said
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           ,
           I
           beseech
           you
           pity
           me
           ,
        
         
           And
           save
           my
           life
           although
           't
           were
           but
           for
           this
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           your
           Pris'ner
           was
           .
           Captivitie
        
         
           At
           least
           for
           life
           a
           Sanctuary
           is
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           you
           unto
           Lemnos
           sent
           me
           had
           ,
        
         
           You
           for
           me
           got
           a
           hundred
           Oxens
           price
           .
        
         
           And
           for
           my
           Ransom
           now
           I
           should
           be
           glad
        
         
           You
           would
           be
           pleas'd
           to
           take
           that
           value
           thrice
           .
        
         
         
           'T
           is
           but
           twelve
           days
           since
           I
           came
           back
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           way
           had
           been
           in
           grievous
           pain
           ,
        
         
           And
           when
           I
           thought
           I
           should
           my
           friends
           enjoy
           ,
        
         
           I
           fallen
           am
           into
           your
           hands
           again
           .
        
         
           O
           how
           have
           I
           so
           much
           incur'd
           the
           hate
        
         
           Of
           Jupiter
           to
           shorten
           thus
           my
           life
           !
        
         
           Or
           from
           my
           Mother
           cometh
           my
           hard
           fate
        
         
           La●thoe
           ,
           whom
           Priam
           made
           his
           Wife
           ?
        
         
           Al●heus
           got
           her
           ,
           King
           of
           Pedasus
           .
        
         
           And
           she
           of
           
           Priam's
           many
           Wives
           was
           one
           .
        
         
           For
           many
           more
           beside
           had
           Priamus
           ;
        
         
           And
           by
           her
           had
           me
           and
           another
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           both
           of
           us
           must
           by
           you
           now
           be
           kill'd
           .
        
         
           For
           Polydore
           you
           have
           already
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Whilst
           like
           a
           Child
           he
           ran
           about
           the
           Field
           .
        
         
           And
           for
           my self
           (
           I
           fear
           )
           I
           pray
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           But
           what
           am
           I
           that
           must
           no
           Quarter
           have
           ?
        
         
           Though
           by
           the
           Father
           I
           am
           
           Hector's
           Brother
           ,
        
         
           That
           sent
           the
           good
           Patroclus
           to
           his
           grave
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           I
           am
           nothing
           to
           him
           by
           the
           Mother
           .
        
         
           Thus
           pleaded
           he
           .
           Achilles
           then
           replied
           ,
        
         
           Tell
           me
           no
           more
           of
           Ransome
           or
           of
           Quarter
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           true
           ,
           I
           did
           before
           Patroclus
           died
           ,
        
         
           Suffer
           some
           Trojans
           for
           their
           lives
           to
           barter
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           if
           any
           of
           the
           Trojans
           fall
        
         
           Into
           my
           hands
           before
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           those
           of
           
           Priam's
           Race
           the
           least
           of
           all
        
         
           Must
           from
           me
           hope
           to
           get
           alive
           away
           .
        
         
           But
           wherefore
           (
           friend
           )
           should
           you
           think
           much
           to
           die
           ?
        
         
           Patroclus
           a
           much
           better
           man
           is
           gone
           .
        
         
           You
           see
           how
           strong
           and
           tall
           a
           man
           am
           I
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           a
           noble
           Father
           am
           the
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           a
           Goddess
           for
           my
           Mother
           .
           Yet
        
         
           At
           morn
           ,
           or
           noon
           ,
           or
           night
           ,
           with
           Shaft
           or
           Spear
        
         
           I
           'm
           sure
           by
           one
           or
           other
           to
           be
           hit
        
         
           And
           lose
           my
           life
           .
           Why
           therefore
           should
           you
           fear
           ?
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           
           Lycaon's
           heart
           and
           limbs
           both
           fail'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           Spear
           let
           's
           go
           his
           hold
           ,
           and
           wide
        
         
           His
           hands
           he
           spread
           and
           his
           sad
           fate
           bewayl'd
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           his
           Sword
           drew
           from
           his
           side
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           gave
           him
           on
           the
           neck
           a
           mighty
           wound
           .
        
         
           The
           Swords
           whole
           bredth
           into
           his
           neck
           he
           took
           ,
        
         
           And
           presently
           he
           fell
           dead
           to
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           threw
           him
           then
           into
           the
           Brook
           ,
        
         
           And
           said
           insulting
           ,
           Go
           now
           to
           the
           deep
           ,
        
         
           And
           feed
           the
           Fishes
           that
           will
           lick
           your
           blood
           ;
        
         
           Your
           Mother
           over
           you
           shall
           never
           weep
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Sea
           you
           go
           shall
           with
           the
           Flood
           ,
        
         
           Where
           to
           the
           curled
           water
           leaps
           a
           Fish
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           
           Iycaon's
           dainty
           fat
           to
           feed
           .
        
         
           And
           until
           Troy
           be
           by
           us
           won
           ,
           I
           wish
        
         
           That
           th'
           other
           Trojans
           may
           no
           better
           speed
           ,
        
         
           But
           flying
           ,
           by
           my
           Spear
           be
           tost
           like
           Hay
        
         
           (
           Scamander
           shall
           afford
           them
           little
           aid
           ,
        
         
           Though
           to
           his
           Stream
           they
           Bulls
           and
           Horses
           slay
           )
        
         
           Till
           for
           Patroclus
           death
           they
           all
           have
           paid
           .
        
         
           With
           these
           his
           haughty
           words
           Scamander
           griev'd
           ,
        
         
           Contrived
           how
           Achilles
           to
           repel
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           the
           Trojans
           best
           might
           be
           reliev'd
        
         
           That
           to
           escape
           into
           his
           water
           fell
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           Asteropaeus
           spi'd
        
         
           Pelegons
           Son
           the
           Son
           of
           Axius
           ,
        
         
           Of
           Axius
           the
           River
           deep
           and
           wide
        
         
           By
           th'Daughter
           of
           King
           Acessamenus
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           with
           a
           mind
           to
           kill
           him
           went
        
         
           As
           he
           was
           newly
           come
           out
           of
           the
           water
           .
        
         
           But
           Xanthus
           gave
           him
           such
           encouragement
        
         
           (
           Because
           Achilles
           fill'd
           his
           Stream
           with
           slaughter
           )
        
         
           That
           there
           Asteropaeus
           for
           him
           staid
           ,
        
         
           And
           both
           in
           right
           and
           left
           hand
           had
           a
           Spear
        
         
           And
           never
           sought
           the
           Combat
           to
           avoid
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           were
           to
           one
           another
           near
           ,
        
         
           Who
           are
           you
           (
           said
           Achilles
           )
           and
           whose
           Son
           ,
        
         
           That
           in
           my
           anger
           dares
           approach
           me
           so
           ?
        
         
           For
           I
           in
           Arms
           encountred
           am
           by
           none
        
         
           But
           those
           whose
           Parents
           destin'd
           are
           to
           wo.
        
         
           Asteropaeus
           to
           him
           then
           repli'd
           .
        
         
           Why
           ask
           you
           me
           whose
           Son
           and
           who
           I
           am
           ?
        
         
           The
           Forces
           of
           Paeonia
           I
           guide
           ;
        
         
           To
           whom
           eleven
           days
           since
           I
           hither
           came
           .
        
         
         
           Of
           my
           descent
           the
           Author
           Axius
           is
           ,
        
         
           The
           fairest
           Stream
           that
           on
           the
           Earth
           doth
           run
           .
        
         
           His
           Son
           was
           Pelegon
           ,
           and
           I
           am
           his
           .
        
         
           Thus
           who
           I
           am
           't
           is
           told
           you
           ,
           and
           whose
           Son.
        
         
           And
           now
           ,
           Achilles
           ,
           it
           is
           time
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           from
           his
           two
           hands
           his
           two
           Spears
           fly
        
         
           (
           For
           both
           Asteropaeus
           hands
           were
           right
           )
        
         
           The
           one
           of
           them
           his
           mighty
           Shield
           did
           try
        
         
           But
           pierc'd
           it
           not
           ;
           the
           plate
           of
           Gold
           withstood
           .
        
         
           The
           other
           gave
           his
           arm
           a
           little
           wound
        
         
           Neer
           to
           his
           elbow
           ,
           and
           fetcht
           out
           some
           blood
           ,
        
         
           And
           so
           beyond
           him
           went
           and
           stuck
           i'th'ground
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           his
           Spear
           with
           all
           his
           strength
        
         
           Incensed
           at
           Asteropaeus
           threw
           ,
        
         
           Which
           missing
           into
           th'
           Earth
           went
           half
           its
           length
           .
        
         
           Then
           from
           his
           side
           his
           Sword
           Achilles
           drew
           .
        
         
           Asteropaeus
           to
           Achilles
           Spear
        
         
           Went
           back
           ,
           and
           at
           it
           thrice
           he
           pluckt
           in
           vain
           ;
        
         
           Then
           thought
           to
           break
           it
           ;
           but
           Achilles
           there
        
         
           Was
           with
           his
           Sword
           ,
           and
           with
           that
           he
           was
           slain
           .
        
         
           For
           by
           the
           Sword
           his
           belly
           was
           so
           ript
           ,
        
         
           That
           all
           his
           bowels
           issu'd
           at
           the
           wound
           .
        
         
           There
           him
           Achilles
           of
           his
           Armour
           stript
           ,
        
         
           And
           ore
           him
           crow'd
           as
           he
           lay
           on
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           Lie
           there
           ,
           said
           he
           ;
           shall
           Rivers
           Sons
           compare
        
         
           With
           th'off-spring
           of
           the
           blessed
           Gods
           above
           ?
        
         
           The
           Issue
           of
           a
           Brook
           ,
           you
           say
           ,
           you
           are
           ,
        
         
           But
           I
           the
           Issue
           am
           of
           mighty
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           For
           Peleus
           my
           Father
           was
           ,
           and
           his
        
         
           Was
           Aeacus
           whom
           Jupiter
           begot
           .
        
         
           But
           greater
           he
           than
           any
           River
           is
           ,
        
         
           Then
           equal
           to
           his
           Race
           ,
           their
           Race
           is
           not
           .
        
         
           A
           River
           great
           enough
           you
           had
           at
           hand
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           you
           found
           had
           done
           you
           little
           good
           .
        
         
           For
           nothing
           can
           the
           Pow'r
           of
           Jove
           withstand
           ;
        
         
           Not
           Achelous
           with
           his
           Royal
           Flood
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           th'
           Ocean
           it self
           of
           Waters
           King
           ,
        
         
           From
           whose
           abundance
           Seas
           their
           water
           take
        
         
           And
           ev'ry
           River
           ,
           Stream
           ,
           and
           Well
           ,
           and
           Spring
        
         
           That
           goeth
           on
           the
           Earth
           ,
           and
           ev'ry
           Lake
           ;
        
         
         
           Who
           when
           they
           but
           a
           clap
           of
           Thunder
           hear
           ,
        
         
           From
           Jove
           some
           danger
           presently
           they
           dread
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           from
           th'
           Earth
           he
           pulled
           out
           his
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           left
           o'th'Sands
           Asteropaeus
           dead
           .
        
         
           Where
           Xanthus
           from
           his
           wound
           shall
           wash
           the
           blood
           ,
        
         
           And
           Eels
           and
           other
           fish
           feed
           on
           his
           fat
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           pursued
           those
           that
           stood
        
         
           Upon
           Scamander
           Bank
           amazed
           at
        
         
           The
           fury
           of
           the
           giddy
           Stream
           ;
           and
           when
        
         
           They
           saw
           their
           Leader
           killed
           in
           their
           sight
        
         
           By
           th'
           hand
           of
           terrible
           Achilles
           ,
           then
        
         
           They
           ev'ry
           one
           betook
           themselves
           to
           flight
           .
        
         
           Then
           with
           his
           Sword
           he
           slew
           Thersilochus
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           him
           the
           stout
           Astypylus
           ,
        
         
           And
           
             Ophelestes
             ,
             Mydon
             ,
             Aenius
          
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           these
           ,
           Mnesus
           ,
           and
           Thrasius
           .
        
         
           And
           had
           shed
           yet
           much
           more
           Paeonian
           blood
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           Scamander
           at
           it
           took
           offence
           ,
        
         
           And
           like
           a
           man
           above
           his
           water
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Achilles
           spake
           his
           mind
           from
           thence
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           ,
           truly
           you
           excel
           in
           might
           ,
        
         
           And
           Acts
           you
           do
           of
           great
           iniquitie
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           Gods
           assisted
           are
           in
           fight
           .
        
         
           But
           though
           by
           Jove
           you
           should
           allowed
           be
        
         
           To
           kill
           the
           Trojans
           ,
           kill
           them
           on
           the
           Plain
           .
        
         
           My
           Stream
           so
           choaked
           is
           with
           Carcasses
           ,
        
         
           I
           cannot
           drive
           my
           waters
           to
           the
           Main
           .
        
         
           I
           wonder
           you
           should
           do
           such
           deeds
           as
           these
           .
        
         
           Let
           those
           you
           kill
           be
           killed
           openlie
           .
        
         
           Go
           therefore
           from
           me
           .
           Thus
           Scamander
           said
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           unto
           the
           River
           answer'd
           he
           ,
        
         
           Divine
           Scamander
           ,
           you
           shall
           be
           obey'd
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           pursue
           the
           Trojans
           I
           mean
           still
           ,
        
         
           Till
           I
           have
           chas'd
           them
           up
           to
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           And
           fight
           with
           Hector
           ,
           if
           he
           stay
           ,
           I
           will
           ,
        
         
           And
           see
           if
           his
           or
           my
           last
           day
           be
           come
           .
        
         
           Scamander
           then
           unto
           Apollo
           spake
           :
        
         
           Phoebus
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           you
           
           Jove's
           commandment
           slight
           ▪
        
         
           That
           bad
           you
           of
           the
           Trojans
           care
           to
           take
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           defend
           them
           all
           you
           could
           till
           night
           .
        
         
         
           Into
           the
           Stream
           Achilles
           leaps
           agen
           .
        
         
           At
           which
           Scamander
           swelling
           lifts
           his
           Waves
           ,
        
         
           And
           out
           he
           throws
           the
           bodies
           of
           dead
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           Achilles
           hand
           the
           living
           faves
           .
        
         
           Then
           throws
           a
           Billow
           on
           Achilles
           head
           .
        
         
           And
           heavie
           on
           his
           Shield
           the
           Current
           lay
           ;
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           ground
           by
           no
           means
           he
           could
           tread
           ,
        
         
           So
           fast
           the
           River
           carri'd
           him
           away
           .
        
         
           But
           ore
           the
           water
           hung
           an
           Elmen
           limb
        
         
           Which
           he
           laid
           hold
           on
           .
           Then
           fell
           down
           the
           Tree
        
         
           Into
           the
           River
           .
           And
           that
           saved
           him
           ,
        
         
           And
           served
           as
           a
           Bridge
           to
           set
           him
           free
           .
        
         
           And
           swiftly
           then
           Achilles
           from
           him
           ran
           .
        
         
           But
           after
           him
           Scamander
           sent
           his
           water
           ,
        
         
           Resolv'd
           to
           quench
           the
           fury
           of
           the
           man
           ,
        
         
           And
           save
           the
           Trojans
           in
           his
           Stream
           from
           slaughter
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           as
           far
           as
           one
           can
           throw
           a
           Spear
        
         
           Achilles
           from
           the
           Flood
           obliquely
           flies
        
         
           Swift
           as
           a
           Hawk
           ;
           but
           yet
           was
           ne'r
           the
           near
           ;
        
         
           For
           still
           he
           water
           has
           before
           his
           eyes
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           man
           makes
           passage
           with
           his
           Spade
        
         
           For
           water
           to
           his
           Garden
           from
           a
           Hill
           ,
        
         
           The
           Stream
           outruns
           him
           that
           the
           Channel
           made
           ;
        
         
           So
           Xanthus
           was
           before
           Achilles
           still
           .
        
         
           And
           ever
           as
           Achilles
           turn'd
           or
           stood
        
         
           To
           see
           if
           any
           God
           would
           by
           him
           stand
           ,
        
         
           Above
           his
           shoulders
           rose
           the
           mighty
           Flood
           ,
        
         
           And
           while
           he
           starts
           from
           's
           feet
           removes
           the
           Sand.
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           himself
           bewailing
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           Jupiter
           (
           and
           lookt
           up
           to
           the
           Skie
           )
        
         
           Let
           some
           God
           'gainst
           this
           River
           give
           me
           aid
           ,
        
         
           And
           any
           other
           death
           then
           let
           me
           die
           .
        
         
           But
           none
           I
           know
           on
           whom
           the
           fault
           to
           lay
        
         
           But
           my
           dear
           Mother
           ,
           who
           to
           flatter
           me
           ,
        
         
           Said
           I
           should
           die
           before
           the
           Walls
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Apollo
           only
           killed
           be
           .
        
         
           O
           that
           I
           had
           by
           
           Hector's
           hand
           been
           slain
           ,
        
         
           The
           best
           of
           all
           the
           men
           that
           fight
           for
           Troy
           !
        
         
           But
           now
           I
           perish
           like
           a
           silly
           Swain
        
         
           Passing
           a
           Torrent
           in
           a
           rainy
           day
           .
        
         
         
           These
           words
           Achilles
           had
           no
           sooner
           said
           ,
        
         
           But
           Neptune
           and
           Athena
           with
           him
           were
           ;
        
         
           And
           on
           Achilles
           hand
           their
           hands
           they
           laid
           .
        
         
           Then
           Neptune
           said
           ,
           Achilles
           ,
           do
           not
           fear
           .
        
         
           Encouraged
           by
           two
           such
           Gods
           as
           we
           ,
        
         
           Pallas
           and
           I
           ,
           and
           that
           by
           
           Jove's
           command
           ,
        
         
           Retiring
           soon
           you
           shall
           the
           River
           see
           .
        
         
           For
           ●ear
           of
           him
           you
           need
           not
           hold
           your
           hand
           .
        
         
           But
           drive
           the
           Trojans
           all
           to
           Ilium
        
         
           Save
           those
           that
           fly
           .
           And
           having
           Hector
           slain
        
         
           (
           As
           we
           assure
           you
           you
           shall
           do
           )
           then
           come
        
         
           Triumphantly
           unto
           the
           Ships
           again
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           unto
           the
           Gods
           again
           they
           came
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           boldly
           waded
           in
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           Where
           many
           Bodies
           dead
           and
           Bucklers
           swam
           .
        
         
           With
           so
           much
           courage
           Pallas
           had
           him
           fill'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           water
           stoutly
           lifts
           his
           knees
           .
        
         
           For
           Pallas
           now
           his
           strength
           augmented
           had
           .
        
         
           And
           Xanthus
           vext
           before
           ,
           when
           he
           saw
           this
           ,
        
         
           Foamed
           and
           roar'd
           as
           one
           that
           had
           been
           mad
           ;
        
         
           And
           cried
           out
           for
           help
           to
           Simois
           .
        
         
           Brother
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           assist
           me
           here
           ,
           to
           stay
        
         
           This
           raging
           man
           that
           t'
           Ilium
           going
           is
           .
        
         
           I
           am
           afraid
           he
           'll
           take
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           Make
           haste
           to
           help
           me
           ;
           and
           your
           Channel
           fill
        
         
           With
           water
           both
           from
           Torrent
           and
           from
           Spring
           ,
        
         
           And
           stones
           and
           trees
           bring
           with
           you
           from
           the
           Hill
           ,
        
         
           That
           on
           this
           furious
           man
           we
           may
           them
           fling
           ;
        
         
           So
           that
           his
           strength
           shall
           do
           him
           little
           good
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Armour
           ,
           which
           upon
           the
           Field
           shall
           lie
        
         
           Concealed
           from
           the
           eyes
           of
           men
           in
           mud
        
         
           And
           sand
           enough
           .
           Thus
           bury
           him
           will
           I
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           his
           Tomb.
           The
           Argives
           will
           not
           find
        
         
           Where
           lie
           his
           bones
           .
           I
           'll
           earth
           upon
           him
           throw
           .
        
         
           They
           shall
           not
           need
           ,
           if
           they
           should
           be
           so
           kind
           ,
        
         
           More
           Monument
           upon
           him
           to
           bestow
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           foam'd
           ,
           and
           full
           of
           bodies
           dead
        
         
           He
           at
           Achilles
           a
           great
           Billow
           bowl'd
           ,
        
         
           Which
           coming
           to
           him
           cover'd
           had
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           But
           Juno
           chanc'd
           to
           see
           it
           as
           it
           rowl'd
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           unto
           Vulcan
           shrikt
           in
           great
           affright
           ,
        
         
           Rise
           quickly
           (
           dear
           child
           )
           Cyllipodion
           ,
        
         
           Xanthus
           against
           you
           coming
           is
           to
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           defend
           your self
           your
           Flames
           put
           on
           .
        
         
           And
           I
           will
           Zephyrus
           and
           Notus
           call
        
         
           From
           Sea
           ,
           that
           for
           you
           shall
           so
           blow
           the
           flame
           ;
        
         
           That
           th'Armour
           ,
           and
           the
           heads
           o'
           th'
           Trojans
           all
        
         
           Shall
           not
           be
           able
           to
           endure
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           Go
           to
           his
           Bank
           ,
           and
           burn
           up
           ev'ry
           Tree
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           throw
           fire
           on
           him
           ,
           and
           never
           fear
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           by
           his
           threats
           or
           pray'rs
           perswaded
           be
        
         
           To
           cease
           ,
           until
           again
           you
           from
           me
           hear
           .
        
         
           And
           Vulcan
           then
           made
           ready
           a
           huge
           flame
           .
        
         
           And
           first
           the
           dead
           he
           burnt
           upon
           the
           Plain
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           water
           with
           his
           fire
           he
           came
        
         
           To
           send
           it
           to
           the
           Channel
           back
           again
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           field
           new
           moistned
           is
           with
           rain
        
         
           In
           Summer-time
           ,
           't
           is
           quickly
           dri'd
           agen
        
         
           By
           Boreas
           ;
           so
           soon
           dri'd
           was
           the
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           And
           burnt
           the
           bodies
           were
           of
           the
           dead
           men
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           River
           then
           his
           flame
           he
           turn'd
           ,
        
         
           Where
           th'Elms
           and
           Willows
           ,
           Tamarisks
           ,
           and
           Lote
           ,
        
         
           Sedges
           ,
           and
           many
           other
           Plants
           he
           burn'd
        
         
           That
           in
           or
           by
           the
           River
           grew
           about
           .
        
         
           And
           Eels
           and
           Fishes
           in
           the
           water
           hote
        
         
           Tumbled
           and
           turn'd
           their
           bellies
           up
           with
           heat
           ;
        
         
           Into
           such
           pain
           by
           Vulcan
           they
           were
           put
           ;
        
         
           And
           Xanthus
           fainting
           cover'd
           was
           with
           sweat
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           to
           Vulcan
           spake
           .
           Vulcan
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           No
           God
           is
           able
           to
           resist
           your
           might
           .
        
         
           What
           are
           the
           Trojans
           or
           the
           Greeks
           to
           me
           ?
        
         
           Give
           over
           .
           I
           'll
           no
           longer
           with
           you
           fight
           .
        
         
           Thus
           spake
           Scamander
           ,
           boyling
           all
           the
           while
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           upon
           a
           fire
           of
           well-dri'd
           wood
        
         
           The
           grease
           of
           a
           fat
           Swine
           is
           made
           to
           boil
           ;
        
         
           So
           boiled
           he
           ,
           and
           went
           not
           on
           ,
           but
           stood
        
         
           Making
           to
           Juno
           his
           complaint
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Why
           does
           your
           Son
           on
           me
           more
           fiercely
           fly
        
         
           Than
           on
           the
           rest
           that
           do
           the
           Trojans
           aid
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           be
           blamed
           more
           deserve
           than
           I
           ?
        
         
         
           Let
           him
           give
           over
           ,
           and
           I
           'll
           do
           so
           too
           ;
        
         
           And
           swear
           besides
           ,
           if
           you
           my
           Oath
           require
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           will
           nothing
           for
           the
           Trojans
           do
           ,
        
         
           Although
           the
           Greeks
           should
           set
           the
           Town
           on
           fire
           .
        
         
           This
           Xanthus
           said
           ;
           and
           Juno
           hearing
           it
           ,
        
         
           To
           Vulcan
           with
           a
           loud
           voice
           spake
           agen
           ,
        
         
           Vulcan
           now
           hold
           your
           hand
           .
           It
           is
           not
           fit
        
         
           T'
           offend
           a
           God
           too
           much
           ,
           to
           pleasure
           men
           .
        
         
           And
           Vulcan
           hearing
           her
           his
           fire
           puts
           out
           ;
        
         
           And
           Xanthus
           back
           into
           his
           Channel
           went.
        
         
           Thus
           were
           they
           parted
           and
           no
           longer
           sought
           ;
        
         
           And
           Juno
           ,
           though
           in
           choler
           ,
           was
           content
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Gods
           amongst
           themselves
           fell
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           one
           against
           another
           stood
           in
           Duel
           ,
        
         
           And
           Heav'n
           and
           Earth
           resounded
           as
           they
           fought
           .
        
         
           Giving
           each
           other
           many
           wounds
           and
           cruel
           .
        
         
           And
           up
           unto
           Olympus
           rise
           the
           Cry
           ,
        
         
           Where
           Jove
           sat
           on
           his
           Throne
           in
           Majestie
           ,
        
         
           And
           casting
           on
           the
           Fields
           of
           Troy
           his
           eye
           ,
        
         
           Laughed
           to
           see
           them
           fight
           that
           could
           not
           die
           .
        
         
           Mars
           first
           began
           ,
           and
           to
           Athena
           said
           ,
        
         
           You
           ,
           Impudent
           ,
           that
           to
           engage
           in
           fight
        
         
           The
           Gods
           amongst
           themselves
           are
           not
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           To
           satisfie
           your
           pride
           and
           endless
           spight
           ,
        
         
           Remember
           how
           you
           on
           me
           set
           Tydide
        
         
           To
           throw
           his
           spear
           at
           me
           ,
           and
           openly
        
         
           Unto
           my
           body
           you
           the
           same
           did
           guide
        
         
           With
           your
           own
           wicked
           hand
           ,
           and
           wounded
           me
           ,
        
         
           I
           'll
           pay
           you
           now
           ,
           which
           was
           no
           sooner
           spoken
           ,
        
         
           But
           Mars
           his
           Spear
           was
           at
           
           Athena's
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           Which
           not
           
           Jove's
           Thunder-bolt
           could
           ere
           have
           broken
           .
        
         
           Then
           took
           she
           up
           a
           stone
           that
           lay
           i'th'Field
           ,
        
         
           Great
           ,
           knobby
           ,
           black
           ,
           that
           had
           been
           heretofore
        
         
           Set
           there
           ,
           of
           some
           mans
           land
           to
           shew
           the
           bound
           .
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           same
           she
           strook
           Mars
           ore
           and
           ore
           .
        
         
           There
           lay
           he
           ,
           and
           sev'n
           Acres
           hid
           of
           ground
           .
        
         
           And
           over
           him
           insulting
           ,
           then
           said
           she
           ,
        
         
           Lie
           there
           ,
           and
           know
           I
           can
           you
           overcome
           ;
        
         
           And
           that
           your
           Mother
           glad
           of
           this
           will
           be
        
         
           For
           fighting
           'gainst
           the
           Greeks
           for
           Ilium
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           she
           from
           him
           turn'd
           .
           Then
           to
           him
           went
        
         
           Venus
           ,
           and
           led
           him
           groaning
           from
           the
           place
           .
        
         
           Pallas
           (
           said
           Juno
           )
           see
           that
           Impudent
        
         
           That
           leads
           him
           out
           ,
           and
           do
           her
           some
           disgrace
           .
        
         
           Then
           Pallas
           to
           her
           went
           ,
           and
           with
           her
           hand
        
         
           Hit
           her
           o'th'breast
           ;
           then
           both
           fell
           on
           the
           Plain
           ;
        
         
           For
           Mars
           without
           her
           could
           no
           longer
           stand
           .
        
         
           Then
           Pallas
           over
           them
           insults
           again
           .
        
         
           So
           may
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           lie
           all
           that
           stand
           for
           Troy
        
         
           As
           these
           do
           here
           .
           Had
           it
           not
           been
           for
           them
           ,
        
         
           The
           War
           had
           ended
           been
           ;
           we
           come
           away
           ;
        
         
           And
           Troy
           destroyed
           with
           all
           
           Priam's
           Stem
           .
        
         
           This
           Pallas
           said
           ,
           and
           Juno
           smil'd
           ;
           and
           to
        
         
           
             Apollo
             Neptune
          
           straightway
           neerer
           came
           .
        
         
           Why
           fight
           we
           not
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           since
           others
           do
           ?
        
         
           If
           we
           stand
           still
           ,
           we
           cannot
           without
           shame
        
         
           Return
           to
           Jove
           ,
           where
           scorned
           we
           shall
           be
           .
        
         
           Have
           you
           forgot
           how
           to
           Laomedon
        
         
           To
           work
           for
           him
           ,
           Jove
           once
           sent
           you
           and
           me
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           our
           wages
           was
           agreed
           upon
           ,
        
         
           How
           I
           built
           houses
           for
           the
           Trojans
           all
           ,
        
         
           As
           he
           direction
           gave
           me
           standing
           by
           ,
        
         
           Besides
           ,
           how
           hard
           I
           labour'd
           at
           the
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           How
           fair
           I
           made
           it
           ,
           and
           how
           strong
           and
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           he
           sent
           you
           
             (
             Phoebus
          
           )
           to
           attend
        
         
           His
           Herds
           of
           Kine
           upon
           Mount
           Ida
           side
           ,
        
         
           And
           when
           our
           work
           and
           th'year
           was
           at
           an
           end
        
         
           How
           proudly
           he
           our
           wages
           us
           deni'd
        
         
           And
           threatned
           you
           to
           bind
           you
           hand
           and
           foot
           ,
        
         
           And
           sell
           you
           in
           some
           Island
           for
           a
           slave
           ,
        
         
           And
           cut
           off
           both
           your
           and
           my
           ears
           to
           boot
           ,
        
         
           And
           forc'd
           we
           were
           by
           flight
           our selves
           save
           ?
        
         
           Yet
           for
           his
           people
           you
           have
           ever
           fought
           ,
        
         
           Though
           by
           you
           they
           deserve
           to
           be
           destroy'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           will
           not
           joyn
           with
           us
           to
           root
           them
           out
           .
        
         
           To
           
             Neptune
             Phoebus
          
           then
           repli'd
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           Neptune
           ,
           you
           would
           think
           me
           mad
           ,
           if
           I
        
         
           Should
           fight
           with
           you
           for
           such
           a
           thing
           as
           man.
        
         
           They
           are
           but
           leaves
           ,
           now
           fresh
           ,
           to
           morrow
           die
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           this
           had
           said
           ,
           away
           he
           ran
           .
        
         
         
           For
           with
           his
           Uncle
           loth
           he
           was
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           His
           Sister
           then
           Diana
           to
           him
           came
           ,
        
         
           That
           angry
           was
           to
           see
           him
           put
           to
           flight
           .
        
         
           Apollo
           (
           said
           she
           )
           is
           it
           not
           a
           shame
        
         
           Thus
           easily
           to
           give
           the
           Victory
        
         
           To
           Neptune
           ?
           Wherefore
           carry
           you
           a
           Bow
        
         
           And
           Arrows
           ,
           and
           to
           nothing
           them
           apply
           ?
        
         
           D'
           ye
           carry
           them
           like
           Children
           for
           a
           show
           ?
        
         
           Let
           me
           not
           hear
           you
           boasting
           any
           more
        
         
           That
           you
           to
           fight
           with
           Neptune
           did
           not
           fear
           ,
        
         
           As
           in
           my
           Father's
           house
           you
           did
           before
           .
        
         
           Thus
           she
           .
           But
           Phoebus
           did
           not
           answer
           her
           .
        
         
           Then
           Juno
           angry
           to
           Diana
           came
           ,
        
         
           Bold-face
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           how
           dare
           you
           with
           me
           fight
        
         
           That
           stronger
           than
           you
           are
           a
           great
           deal
           am
           ?
        
         
           D'
           ye
           think
           that
           in
           your
           Bow
           there
           is
           such
           might
           ?
        
         
           I
           know
           to
           women
           you
           a
           Lion
           are
           ,
        
         
           And
           Jove
           permits
           you
           which
           you
           will
           to
           kill
           .
        
         
           But
           me
           to
           overcome
           't
           is
           harder
           farre
        
         
           Than
           t'hunt
           a
           Stag
           or
           Boar
           upon
           a
           Hill.
        
         
           But
           since
           you
           have
           a
           mind
           to
           understand
        
         
           What
           I
           can
           do
           ,
           I
           'll
           let
           you
           see
           it
           now
           .
        
         
           Then
           both
           her
           wrists
           she
           seiz'd
           with
           her
           left
           hand
           ,
        
         
           With
           th'
           other
           from
           her
           shoulders
           took
           her
           Bow
           ,
        
         
           And
           beats
           her
           with
           the
           same
           about
           the
           ears
           ,
        
         
           And
           laught
           to
           see
           her
           wrigling
           strive
           to
           fly
           .
        
         
           At
           last
           she
           freed
           her self
           ,
           and
           shedding
           tears
        
         
           She
           fled
           (
           leaving
           her
           Bow
           and
           Shafts
           to
           lie
        
         
           Upon
           the
           ground
           dispersed
           here
           and
           there
           )
        
         
           Then
           forth
           came
           Hermes
           and
           Latona
           bright
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           were
           to
           one
           another
           neer
           ,
        
         
           Leto
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           I
           will
           not
           with
           you
           fight
        
         
           That
           are
           
           Jove's
           Mistriss
           .
           Boast
           amongst
           the
           Gods
        
         
           That
           you
           have
           got
           the
           Victory
           in
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           no
           other
           means
           but
           the
           great
           ods
        
         
           You
           have
           in
           strength
           ;
           and
           I
           will
           not
           deny
           't
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Latona
           gather'd
           up
           the
           Bow
        
         
           And
           Arrows
           of
           her
           Daughter
           Artemis
           .
        
         
           To
           Jove
           went
           Artemis
           to
           let
           him
           know
           ▪
        
         
           How
           ill
           she
           had
           been
           us'd
           ;
           and
           at
           his
           knees
        
         
         
           She
           weeping
           sate
           .
           And
           Jove
           then
           made
           her
           rise
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           her
           said
           ,
           Dear
           child
           ,
           what
           God
           was
           that
        
         
           That
           was
           so
           rash
           as
           t'
           use
           you
           in
           this
           wise
           ,
        
         
           As
           one
           that
           openly
           had
           done
           a
           fault
           ?
        
         
           'T
           was
           Juno
           (
           then
           said
           Artemis
           )
           your
           Wife
           ;
        
         
           And
           she
           it
           was
           that
           was
           of
           all
           the
           first
        
         
           To
           set
           the
           Gods
           amongst
           themselves
           at
           strife
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Jove
           and
           she
           between
           themselves
           discourst
           ,
        
         
           Then
           Phoebus
           went
           into
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           For
           still
           he
           had
           a
           care
           to
           guard
           the
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           For
           fear
           the
           Greeks
           the
           City
           should
           destroy
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           Olympus
           th'
           other
           Gods
           went
           all
           ,
        
         
           One
           part
           triumphing
           ,
           th'
           other
           discontent
           ,
        
         
           And
           sate
           down
           by
           their
           Father
           Jupiter
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           Achilles
           fiercely
           forward
           went
        
         
           Killing
           of
           Men
           and
           Horses
           with
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           As
           in
           a
           Town
           on
           fire
           the
           people
           all
        
         
           Are
           busie
           ,
           and
           the
           most
           of
           them
           undone
           ,
        
         
           So
           did
           it
           with
           the
           Trojans
           then
           befal
           ;
        
         
           Some
           slain
           were
           by
           Achilles
           ,
           and
           some
           run
           .
        
         
           Now
           Priam
           standing
           was
           upon
           a
           Tower
           ,
        
         
           And
           saw
           the
           Trojans
           by
           Achilles
           chac'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           to
           turn
           again
           they
           had
           no
           power
           .
        
         
           And
           down
           unto
           the
           Gates
           he
           came
           in
           haste
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Porters
           order
           gave
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Open
           the
           Gates
           and
           let
           the
           people
           in
           ,
        
         
           That
           from
           Achilles
           hither
           fly
           dismai'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           shut
           them
           when
           you
           see
           they
           are
           within
           .
        
         
           For
           if
           that
           cruel
           man
           should
           with
           them
           get
        
         
           Within
           the
           Wall
           ,
           't
           would
           be
           a
           dismal
           day
           .
        
         
           The
           Porters
           then
           the
           Gates
           wide
           open
           set
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           Gates
           the
           Trojans
           took
           their
           way
           ,
        
         
           Pursued
           by
           Achilles
           as
           they
           fled
           .
        
         
           And
           sure
           he
           taken
           had
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           Apollo
           then
           encouraged
        
         
           Agenor
           to
           oppose
           him
           by
           the
           way
           .
        
         
           And
           lest
           he
           should
           be
           by
           Achilles
           slain
        
         
           He
           at
           the
           Beech-tree
           neer
           him
           took
           his
           stand
        
         
           When
           need
           should
           be
           to
           bring
           him
           off
           again
        
         
           Unwounded
           from
           Achilles
           heavie
           hand
           .
        
         
         
           But
           when
           Agenor
           saw
           Achilles
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           He
           troubled
           was
           ,
           and
           to
           himself
           thus
           spake
           .
        
         
           What
           shall
           I
           do
           ?
           if
           from
           him
           I
           should
           fly
        
         
           To
           Ilium
           the
           way
           that
           others
           take
           ,
        
         
           He
           'll
           overtake
           me
           and
           cut
           off
           my
           head
           .
        
         
           For
           swifter
           much
           he
           is
           of
           foot
           than
           I.
        
         
           What
           if
           I
           let
           him
           on
           the
           Trojans
           tread
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           some
           other
           way
           to
           Ida
           fly
           ,
        
         
           And
           hide
           my self
           i'th'Bushes
           there
           till
           night
           ?
        
         
           But
           why
           do
           I
           discourse
           thus
           foolishly
           ?
        
         
           I
           cannot
           pass
           the
           Plain
           but
           in
           his
           sight
           ;
        
         
           And
           then
           I
           lost
           am
           without
           remedy
           .
        
         
           But
           if
           I
           stay
           and
           fight
           with
           him
           ,
           what
           then
           ?
        
         
           His
           body
           is
           not
           made
           of
           Steel
           nor
           Brass
           ,
        
         
           But
           mortal
           is
           (
           they
           say
           )
           like
           other
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           like
           to
           other
           men
           but
           one
           life
           has
           .
        
         
           His
           glorious
           Acts
           are
           Jupiters
           ,
           not
           his
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           for
           Achilles
           coming
           staid
        
         
           As
           when
           i'th'Woods
           a
           Panther
           rowsed
           is
           ,
        
         
           At
           hearing
           of
           the
           Hounds
           he
           's
           not
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Hunter
           goes
           for
           all
           his
           Spear
           :
        
         
           And
           though
           pierc'd
           through
           therewith
           will
           to
           him
           fly
        
         
           Upon
           the
           Spear
           it self
           ;
           that
           being
           near
        
         
           He
           either
           may
           revenged
           be
           or
           die
           ,
        
         
           So
           resolutely
           then
           
           Antenor's
           Son
        
         
           Agenor
           for
           Achilles
           waiting
           staid
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           him
           aim'd
           his
           Spear
           as
           he
           came
           on
           .
        
         
           And
           lifting
           up
           his
           voice
           unto
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           ,
           Oh
           ,
           you
           think
           this
           day
           to
           win
        
         
           The
           Town
           of
           Troy.
           There
           's
           yet
           much
           work
           to
           do
           .
        
         
           For
           many
           mighty
           men
           there
           are
           therein
           ,
        
         
           And
           many
           dangers
           to
           be
           waded
           through
           .
        
         
           They
           of
           their
           Wives
           and
           Parents
           will
           take
           care
           ,
        
         
           And
           little
           Babes
           ;
           but
           you
           shall
           perish
           here
        
         
           As
           terrible
           and
           mighty
           as
           you
           are
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           spake
           ,
           he
           at
           him
           threw
           his
           Spear
           ;
        
         
           Which
           on
           his
           leg
           below
           the
           knee
           did
           light
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           stroak
           resounded
           then
           the
           Tin.
        
         
           But
           the
           Celestial
           Arms
           were
           of
           such
           might
           ,
        
         
           That
           it
           rebounded
           back
           and
           went
           not
           in
           .
        
         
         
           And
           when
           Achilles
           was
           to
           throw
           at
           him
           ,
        
         
           Away
           Apollo
           snatcht
           him
           from
           his
           sight
        
         
           Concealed
           in
           a
           Mist
           obscure
           and
           dim
           ,
        
         
           And
           carri'd
           him
           in
           safety
           from
           the
           Fight
           .
        
         
           And
           that
           the
           flying
           Trojans
           might
           escape
        
         
           Achilles
           hand
           ,
           and
           save
           themselves
           in
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           He
           took
           upon
           himself
           
           Agenor's
           shape
           ,
        
         
           And
           put
           himself
           into
           Achilles
           way
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           pursues
           ,
           and
           Phoebus
           flies
        
         
           Along
           
           Scamander's
           Bank
           upon
           the
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           And
           kept
           before
           him
           still
           ,
           but
           in
           such
           wise
           ,
        
         
           As
           t'
           overtake
           him
           he
           might
           hope
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           thus
           by
           Phoebus
           was
           deceived
        
         
           Till
           from
           the
           Town
           he
           far
           was
           led
           away
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           flying
           Trojans
           were
           received
           ,
        
         
           And
           thronging
           got
           within
           the
           Gates
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           For
           none
           of
           them
           without
           the
           Gate
           durst
           stay
        
         
           To
           ask
           ,
           who
           had
           escaped
           and
           who
           not
           ;
        
         
           So
           glad
           they
           were
           of
           getting
           into
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           That
           how
           all
           others
           sped
           they
           never
           thought
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XXII
           .
        
         
           THus
           were
           the
           Trojans
           driven
           into
           Troy
        
         
           Like
           Deer
           ,
           and
           up
           unto
           the
           Wall
           they
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           their
           bodies
           rub'd
           the
           sweat
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           good
           Wine
           renew'd
           their
           Spirits
           spent
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Wall
           advancing
           was
           the
           Fo.
        
         
           But
           Hector
           hamper'd
           by
           his
           cruel
           Fate
        
         
           Into
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           refus'd
           to
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           staid
           without
           ,
           before
           the
           Scaean
           Gate
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           
             Achilles
             Phoebus
          
           spake
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Why
           do
           you
           thus
           pursue
           me
           (
           Peleus
           Son
           )
        
         
           That
           am
           a
           God
           ?
           which
           but
           by
           passion
           swai'd
        
         
           You
           might
           have
           known
           ;
           but
           rashly
           you
           run
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           only
           look
           how
           you
           may
           slaughter
           men
           .
        
         
           For
           else
           ,
           why
           could
           you
           not
           contented
           be
           ,
        
         
           When
           you
           had
           pent
           the
           Trojans
           up
           ;
           but
           then
        
         
           Must
           leave
           your
           way
           so
           far
           to
           follow
           me
           ,
        
         
           And
           cannot
           kill
           me
           ;
           for
           I
           cannot
           die
           ?
        
         
           At
           this
           Achilles
           vext
           was
           at
           the
           heart
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           Apollo
           answer'd
           angerlie
           ;
        
         
           Apollo
           thou
           the
           most
           pernitious
           art
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           Gods
           ,
           that
           hast
           me
           thus
           misled
           .
        
         
           For
           had
           I
           unto
           Ilium
           kept
           my
           way
        
         
           I
           strowed
           had
           the
           Field
           with
           Trojans
           dead
        
         
           Before
           they
           could
           have
           entred
           into
           Troy.
        
         
           But
           by
           your
           fraud
           that
           honour
           I
           have
           lost
        
         
           Because
           the
           strength
           of
           men
           you
           need
           not
           fear
           ▪
        
         
           But
           I
           would
           make
           you
           pay
           for
           't
           to
           your
           cost
           ,
        
         
           If
           to
           revenge
           my self
           I
           able
           were
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           to
           Troy
           he
           went
           a
           mighty
           pace
           ,
        
         
           And
           mighty
           things
           conceived
           in
           his
           mind
           ,
        
         
           And
           stretcht
           his
           legs
           and
           knees
           as
           in
           a
           Race
        
         
           Good
           Horses
           do
           ,
           to
           leave
           the
           rest
           behind
           ▪
        
         
         
           Old
           Priam
           first
           upon
           him
           set
           his
           eyes
           ;
        
         
           For
           brightly
           from
           afar
           his
           Armour
           shin'd
        
         
           Like
           the
           fair
           Star
           that
           does
           in
           Autumn
           rise
           ,
        
         
           But
           Agues
           brings
           ,
           and
           is
           to
           men
           unkind
           ,
        
         
           And
           called
           is
           
           Orion's
           Dog.
           So
           bright
        
         
           Achilles
           in
           his
           Armour
           did
           appear
           ,
        
         
           And
           put
           the
           old
           man
           Priam
           in
           affright
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           him
           groan
           and
           roar
           and
           tear
           his
           hair
           .
        
         
           To
           Hector
           then
           he
           cri'd
           aloud
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           come
           in
           ,
           come
           in
           my
           dearest
           Son
           ;
        
         
           For
           mightily
           I
           for
           you
           am
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           Fight
           not
           against
           that
           cruel
           man
           alone
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           stronger
           is
           than
           you
           by
           ods
           ;
        
         
           Lose
           not
           your
           life
           to
           give
           him
           Victorie
           .
        
         
           Oh
           that
           he
           were
           beloved
           by
           the
           Gods
        
         
           No
           better
           than
           he
           is
           belov'd
           by
           me
           !
        
         
           He
           eaten
           had
           ere
           now
           been
           on
           the
           Plain
        
         
           By
           Dogs
           and
           Fowl
           ,
           and
           I
           been
           comforted
        
         
           A
           little
           ,
           for
           my
           Sons
           whom
           he
           hath
           slain
           ,
        
         
           Or
           in
           the
           Islands
           far
           hence
           trafficked
           .
        
         
           Lycaon
           now
           I
           miss
           and
           Polydore
           .
        
         
           They
           came
           not
           into
           Troy
           with
           them
           that
           fled
           .
        
         
           Their
           Mother
           brought
           me
           with
           her
           wealth
           good
           store
        
         
           To
           pay
           their
           Ransom
           if
           they
           be
           not
           dead
           .
        
         
           If
           they
           be
           slain
           ,
           't
           is
           then
           remediless
           .
        
         
           Their
           Parents
           and
           the
           people
           all
           will
           grieve
           ;
        
         
           But
           yet
           their
           sorrow
           will
           be
           much
           the
           less
        
         
           If
           Hector
           still
           preserved
           be
           and
           live
           .
        
         
           Come
           therefore
           quickly
           in
           (
           dear
           Child
           )
           and
           save
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           and
           their
           Wives
           ,
           your self
           and
           Wife
           ;
        
         
           And
           do
           not
           let
           Achilles
           th'
           honour
           have
        
         
           Alone
           to
           have
           deprived
           you
           of
           life
           .
        
         
           Besides
           ,
           you
           should
           some
           pity
           take
           of
           me
        
         
           That
           now
           upon
           the
           very
           brink
           of
           age
        
         
           The
           cruel
           slaughter
           of
           my
           Sons
           must
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           Daughters
           drag'd
           and
           hurri'd
           by
           the
           rage
        
         
           Of
           the
           Achaeans
           into
           slaverie
           ,
        
         
           And
           Chambers
           torn
           by
           the
           insulting
           Fo
           ,
        
         
           And
           Babes
           dasht
           'gainst
           the
           ground
           expiring
           lie
           ,
        
         
           Wh●lst
           into
           servitude
           their
           Mothers
           go
           .
        
         
         
           And
           after
           all
           this
           ,
           slain
           must
           I
           be
           too
           .
        
         
           My
           Dogs
           will
           eat
           me
           raw
           ,
           and
           lap
           my
           blood
           ,
        
         
           And
           pleased
           be
           (
           not
           knowing
           what
           they
           do
           )
        
         
           That
           at
           my
           Table
           dayly
           take
           their
           food
           .
        
         
           When
           young
           men
           slain
           are
           by
           the
           chance
           of
           Warre
           ,
        
         
           There
           nothing
           is
           whereof
           to
           be
           ashamed
           ;
        
         
           But
           when
           by
           Dogs
           abus'd
           and
           eaten
           are
        
         
           White
           heads
           and
           beards
           ,
           and
           parts
           not
           to
           be
           named
           ,
        
         
           There
           's
           nothing
           to
           a
           man
           more
           miserable
           .
        
         
           Thus
           said
           old
           Priam
           tugging
           his
           gray
           hairs
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           prevail
           with
           Hector
           was
           not
           able
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           then
           his
           Mother
           spake
           with
           tears
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           her
           bosom
           layed
           out
           a
           Teat
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           if
           this
           ere
           pleased
           you
           (
           said
           she
           )
        
         
           Dear
           Son
           ,
           I
           pray
           you
           into
           Troy
           retreat
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           compassion
           on
           my
           miserie
           .
        
         
           Come
           in
           ;
           between
           you
           let
           there
           be
           a
           Wall.
        
         
           For
           if
           you
           should
           be
           slain
           ,
           your
           Wife
           and
           I
        
         
           Shall
           not
           lament
           you
           at
           your
           Funeral
           ;
        
         
           But
           at
           the
           Ships
           a
           prey
           for
           Dogs
           you
           'll
           lie
           .
        
         
           Thus
           weeping
           he
           and
           she
           to
           Hector
           pray'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           nothing
           to
           them
           answer'd
           he
           agen
           ;
        
         
           But
           obstinately
           for
           Achilles
           stay'd
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           a
           Snake
           roll'd
           up
           before
           his
           den
           ,
        
         
           With
           venom
           fed
           ,
           when
           coming
           towards
           him
        
         
           He
           sees
           a
           man
           ,
           and
           stirred
           is
           his
           gall
           ,
        
         
           Looks
           cruelly
           ;
           so
           Hector
           looking
           grim
        
         
           Staid
           with
           his
           Shield
           set
           up
           against
           the
           Wall
           ;
        
         
           And
           grieving
           ,
           to
           himself
           he
           spake
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           If
           I
           should
           now
           into
           the
           City
           go
           ,
        
         
           Polydamas
           the
           first
           would
           me
           upbraid
           ,
        
         
           That
           yesternight
           advis'd
           me
           to
           do
           so
           ,
        
         
           Then
           when
           Achilles
           in
           the
           Field
           was
           seen
           .
        
         
           But
           his
           good
           counsel
           I
           refused
           then
           ,
        
         
           Which
           to
           have
           follow'd
           had
           much
           better
           been
           ;
        
         
           Lost
           by
           my
           folly
           are
           so
           many
           men
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           I
           fear
           the
           Trojans
           and
           their
           Wives
        
         
           Will
           censure
           me
           ,
           and
           some
           man
           worse
           than
           I
        
         
           Say
           I
           have
           cast
           away
           the
           peoples
           lives
           ,
        
         
           Presuming
           on
           my
           strength
           so
           foolishly
           .
        
         
         
           So
           they
           will
           say
           .
           And
           therefore
           better
           't
           is
        
         
           To
           venture
           on
           Achilles
           ,
           though
           I
           die
           ,
        
         
           A
           better
           way
           I
           cannot
           take
           than
           this
           .
        
         
           For
           should
           I
           lay
           my
           Shield
           and
           Helmet
           by
           ,
        
         
           And
           leave
           my
           Spear
           set
           up
           against
           the
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Achilles
           thus
           disarmed
           come
           ,
        
         
           And
           offer
           Helen
           to
           restore
           with
           all
        
         
           The
           wealth
           she
           with
           her
           brought
           to
           Ilium
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Greeks
           give
           half
           the
           goods
           of
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           take
           an
           Oath
           that
           we
           will
           nothing
           hide
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           any
           thing
           out
           of
           their
           sight
           convey
           ,
        
         
           But
           bring
           it
           forth
           and
           faithfully
           divide
           .
        
         
           But
           whither
           to
           no
           purpose
           runs
           my
           mind
           ?
        
         
           I
           will
           not
           do
           't
           .
           For
           it
           were
           but
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
           I
           ne'r
           the
           sooner
           should
           his
           favour
           find
           ,
        
         
           But
           by
           him
           so
           much
           eas'lier
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           I
           cannot
           with
           him
           talk
           from
           Hill
           nor
           Tree
           ,
        
         
           As
           boys
           and
           wenches
           do
           .
           He
           is
           too
           nigh
           .
        
         
           And
           therefore
           here
           ▪
           I
           'll
           stay
           for
           him
           ,
           and
           see
        
         
           Whether
           my
           Fate
           it
           be
           or
           his
           to
           die
           .
        
         
           Whilst
           yet
           he
           spake
           Achilles
           near
           him
           was
           ,
        
         
           As
           terrible
           as
           Mars
           ,
           and
           shook
           his
           Spear
           ;
        
         
           As
           flaming
           fire
           relucent
           was
           the
           brass
           ,
        
         
           Or
           as
           the
           Sun
           at
           morning
           doth
           appear
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           durst
           no
           longer
           stay
           ,
           but
           fled
           .
        
         
           Fear
           nimbly
           made
           his
           feet
           and
           knees
           to
           move
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           no
           less
           swiftly
           followed
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           Hawk
           is
           flying
           at
           a
           Dove
           ,
        
         
           The
           Dove
           flies
           out
           aside
           ,
           her self
           to
           save
           ;
        
         
           But
           by
           the
           Hawk
           agen
           is
           followed
           ,
        
         
           That
           gives
           not
           over
           till
           the
           prey
           he
           have
           ;
        
         
           Achilles
           so
           pursu'd
           and
           Hector
           fled
           ,
        
         
           Keeping
           the
           Cart-way
           still
           under
           Troy
           Wall
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Watch-tow'r
           came
           and
           Sycamore
           ,
        
         
           And
           the
           two
           Springs
           that
           into
           Xanthus
           fall
           ,
        
         
           Whereof
           the
           one
           is
           always
           cover'd
           ore
        
         
           With
           smoak
           as
           if
           upon
           a
           fire
           it
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           hot
           water
           all
           the
           year
           doth
           flow
           .
        
         
           The
           water
           of
           the
           other
           all
           the
           year
        
         
           As
           cold
           is
           as
           the
           Hail
           ,
           or
           Ice
           ,
           or
           Snow
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           two
           fine
           Washing-places
           built
           were
           there
           ,
        
         
           To
           which
           the
           Trojan
           women
           us'd
           to
           come
           ,
        
         
           And
           wash
           their
           Garments
           when
           they
           sully'd
           were
        
         
           Before
           the
           Argives
           came
           to
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           This
           way
           they
           ran
           ,
           and
           swifty
           mov'd
           their
           thighs
           .
        
         
           For
           't
           was
           not
           for
           a
           piece
           of
           flesh
           or
           hide
           ,
        
         
           Which
           of
           Foot-races
           is
           the
           usual
           Prize
           ,
        
         
           But
           for
           the
           life
           of
           Hector
           that
           they
           vi'd
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           Race-horses
           run
           for
           some
           great
           Prize
           ,
        
         
           That
           used
           to
           it
           are
           ,
           most
           swiftly
           run
           ;
        
         
           So
           Hector
           and
           Achilles
           now
           ran
           thrice
        
         
           About
           Troy
           Wall
           ,
           the
           Gods
           all
           looking
           on
           .
        
         
           Then
           (
           speaking
           to
           the
           Gods
           )
           Behold
           ,
           said
           Jove
           ,
        
         
           I
           Hector
           see
           in
           danger
           to
           be
           slain
           ,
        
         
           A
           good
           and
           pious
           man
           ,
           and
           whom
           I
           love
           ;
        
         
           And
           for
           him
           now
           my
           heart
           is
           in
           great
           pain
           .
        
         
           For
           he
           hath
           made
           me
           many
           a
           Sacrifice
        
         
           Both
           in
           my
           house
           on
           Ida
           and
           in
           Troy
           ;
        
         
           And
           now
           before
           the
           swift
           Achilles
           flies
           .
        
         
           Say
           ,
           shall
           he
           die
           ,
           or
           be
           convey'd
           away
           ?
        
         
           Father
           ,
           said
           Pallas
           then
           ,
           what
           's
           this
           you
           say
           ?
        
         
           He
           's
           Mortal
           ,
           and
           by
           Fate
           condemned
           is
           ,
        
         
           And
           will
           you
           now
           the
           Execution
           stay
           ?
        
         
           You
           may
           .
           But
           th'
           other
           Gods
           will
           take
           't
           amiss
           .
        
         
           And
           Jove
           to
           Pallas
           then
           again
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           Sweet
           Child
           ,
           it
           was
           not
           seriously
           meant
           ,
        
         
           But
           only
           said
           .
           You
           shall
           not
           be
           deni'd
           .
        
         
           Do
           what
           you
           please
           your self
           ;
           I
           am
           content
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Athena
           glad
           leapt
           down
           to
           Troy.
        
         
           
             Achilles
             Hector
          
           still
           pursu'd
           ;
           and
           as
        
         
           A
           Hound
           in
           view
           pursueth
           all
           the
           way
        
         
           A
           frighted
           Hare
           ,
           so
           coursed
           Hector
           was
           .
        
         
           Nor
           suffer'd
           was
           to
           double
           or
           to
           squat
           .
        
         
           For
           when
           he
           to
           the
           Gate
           ran
           for
           defence
           ,
        
         
           Between
           the
           Gate
           and
           him
           Achilles
           gat
           ,
        
         
           So
           that
           he
           could
           not
           stay
           for
           help
           from
           thence
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           never
           would
           the
           Wall
           forsake
           ;
        
         
           But
           Hector
           still
           upon
           the
           Cart-way
           fled
           .
        
         
           As
           men
           can
           neither
           flie
           nor
           overtake
        
         
           When
           in
           a
           Dream
           they
           think
           it
           in
           their
           bed
           ;
        
         
         
           So
           Hector
           from
           Achilles
           could
           not
           fly
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           could
           
             Achilles
             Hector
          
           overtake
           .
        
         
           For
           
             Phoebus
             Hector
          
           did
           with
           strength
           supply
           .
        
         
           But
           of
           him
           then
           no
           further
           care
           did
           take
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           by
           a
           signe
           all
           else
           forbad
        
         
           To
           throw
           a
           Spear
           ,
           for
           fear
           the
           greatest
           glory
        
         
           Some
           other
           of
           the
           Argives
           should
           have
           had
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           come
           after
           but
           as
           accessory
           .
        
         
           When
           to
           the
           Springs
           the
           fourth
           time
           they
           were
           nigh
           ,
        
         
           Jove
           took
           his
           golden
           Balance
           up
           ,
           and
           laid
        
         
           In
           one
           o'th'Scales
           Achilles
           Destiny
           ,
        
         
           And
           
           Hector's
           in
           the
           other
           ;
           and
           them
           weigh'd
           .
        
         
           
           Hector's
           was
           heaviest
           ,
           and
           down
           fell
           the
           same
        
         
           As
           low
           as
           Hell
           ,
           so
           much
           it
           overweigh'd
           .
        
         
           Then
           Phoebus
           parted
           .
           And
           t'
           Achilles
           came
        
         
           Athena
           nigh
           ,
           and
           speaking
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           ,
           now
           (
           I
           think
           )
           we
           shall
           not
           miss
        
         
           Of
           killing
           Hector
           ,
           but
           with
           honour
           go
        
         
           To
           th'Ships
           ,
           as
           greedy
           as
           of
           Fight
           he
           is
           .
        
         
           For
           sure
           I
           am
           he
           cannot
           scape
           us
           now
           .
        
         
           Phoebus
           in
           vain
           to
           Jove
           shall
           for
           him
           pray
           .
        
         
           But
           stay
           you
           here
           and
           breathe
           a
           while
           .
           For
           I
        
         
           Will
           to
           him
           go
           and
           make
           him
           for
           you
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           so
           encourage
           him
           he
           shall
           not
           fly
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Achilles
           leaning
           on
           his
           Spear
        
         
           Staid
           where
           he
           was
           .
           To
           
             Hector
             Pallas
          
           came
           .
        
         
           So
           like
           Deiphobus
           she
           did
           appear
        
         
           In
           shape
           and
           voice
           ,
           he
           took
           her
           for
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           she
           with
           him
           was
           ,
           she
           to
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Brother
           ,
           you
           still
           are
           by
           Achilles
           cours'd
        
         
           About
           the
           Wall
           of
           Troy.
           Be
           not
           afraid
           .
        
         
           I
           'll
           by
           you
           stand
           ,
           and
           let
           him
           do
           his
           worst
           .
        
         
           Deiphobus
           ,
           said
           Hector
           ,
           who
           before
        
         
           Was
           dearest
           to
           me
           of
           my
           Brothers
           all
           ,
        
         
           I
           bound
           am
           now
           to
           honour
           you
           much
           more
           ,
        
         
           That
           t'aid
           me
           durst
           appear
           without
           the
           Wall
        
         
           When
           all
           the
           rest
           remain
           within
           for
           fear
           .
        
         
           Pallas
           to
           Hector
           then
           repli'd
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Brother
           ,
           my
           Father
           and
           my
           Mother
           dear
           ,
        
         
           And
           friends
           with
           their
           entreaties
           had
           me
           staid
           ,
        
         
         
           So
           dreadful
           is
           Achilles
           to
           them
           all
           .
        
         
           But
           I
           would
           not
           .
           But
           come
           ,
           let
           's
           go
           and
           trie
        
         
           Whether
           it
           be
           our
           fate
           by
           him
           to
           fall
           ,
        
         
           Or
           his
           by
           
           Hector's
           hand
           and
           Spear
           to
           die
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           she
           went
           before
           him
           with
           her
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           he
           some
           fraud
           mistrusting
           should
           have
           staid
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           were
           unto
           Achilles
           near
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           spake
           first
           ,
           and
           to
           Achilles
           said
           ,
        
         
           Pelides
           though
           before
           you
           I
           have
           fled
        
         
           Now
           thrice
           about
           the
           Wall
           ,
           and
           durst
           not
           stay
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           now
           to
           stand
           I
           am
           determined
        
         
           And
           fight
           till
           either
           I
           be
           slain
           or
           slay
           .
        
         
           But
           come
           ,
           let
           's
           first
           the
           Gods
           to
           witness
           call
        
         
           Of
           what
           shall
           be
           agreed
           'twixt
           you
           and
           me
           .
        
         
           If
           by
           my
           hand
           it
           be
           your
           chance
           to
           fall
           ,
        
         
           Your
           body
           dead
           shall
           not
           abused
           be
           .
        
         
           I
           'll
           take
           your
           Arms
           and
           send
           them
           into
           Troy.
        
         
           Your
           body
           dead
           the
           Greeks
           shall
           have
           again
        
         
           Entire
           and
           not
           disgraced
           any
           way
           .
        
         
           Do
           you
           the
           like
           to
           me
           if
           I
           be
           slain
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           sowrely
           looking
           said
           agen
           ,
        
         
           Talk
           not
           of
           Oaths
           and
           Covenants
           to
           me
           ,
        
         
           That
           nothing
           worth
           'twixt
           Lions
           are
           and
           Men
           ,
        
         
           And
           Wolves
           with
           Lambs
           on
           nothing
           can
           agree
           .
        
         
           And
           you
           and
           I
           shall
           one
           another
           hate
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Oaths
           and
           Pacts
           between
           us
           will
           stand
           good
        
         
           Till
           we
           blood-thirsty
           Mars
           shall
           satiate
        
         
           Either
           with
           
           Hector's
           or
           Achilles
           blood
           .
        
         
           It
           now
           behoves
           you
           all
           your
           Pow'r
           to
           show
           ,
        
         
           And
           be
           an
           able
           man
           of
           War
           indeed
           .
        
         
           You
           cannot
           ,
           as
           you
           did
           ,
           run
           from
           me
           now
           ,
        
         
           Although
           (
           I
           think
           )
           you
           never
           had
           more
           need
           .
        
         
           For
           by
           Athena
           slain
           you
           shall
           be
           here
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           the
           slaughter
           of
           the
           Greeks
           be
           paid
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           at
           him
           threw
           his
           heavie
           Spear
           .
        
         
           But
           Hector
           stooping
           did
           the
           same
           avoid
           .
        
         
           And
           ore
           his
           head
           the
           Spear
           then
           harmless
           flew
           .
        
         
           But
           Pallas
           quickly
           snatcht
           it
           from
           the
           sand
        
         
           Invisibly
           ,
           which
           Hector
           never
           knew
           ,
        
         
           And
           put
           the
           same
           into
           Achilles
           hand
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           Hector
           to
           Achilles
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           ,
           you
           have
           miss'd
           .
           My
           Fate
           unknown
        
         
           Is
           to
           you
           yet
           .
           And
           me
           to
           make
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           You
           have
           devised
           fables
           of
           your
           own
           .
        
         
           Upon
           my
           back
           your
           Spear
           shall
           never
           fall
           .
        
         
           If
           by
           it
           to
           be
           slain
           my
           fate
           it
           be
           ,
        
         
           It
           shall
           be
           on
           my
           breast
           or
           not
           at
           all
           .
        
         
           But
           how
           my
           Spear
           will
           speed
           now
           let
           me
           see
           .
        
         
           Oh
           that
           it
           would
           into
           your
           body
           go
           !
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           would
           the
           War
           much
           better
           bear
           ,
        
         
           Since
           from
           your
           hand
           proceeds
           the
           greatest
           wo.
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           spake
           away
           he
           sent
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           And
           on
           Achilles
           Shield
           it
           lighted
           just
           ,
        
         
           But
           enter'd
           not
           ;
           and
           other
           he
           had
           none
           .
        
         
           Upon
           Deiphobus
           lay
           all
           his
           trust
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           he
           call'd
           Deiphobus
           was
           gone
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           then
           perceiv'd
           his
           death
           was
           neer
           ;
        
         
           And
           Oh
           (
           said
           he
           )
           the
           Gods
           now
           for
           me
           call
           .
        
         
           Deiphobus
           (
           I
           thought
           )
           stood
           by
           me
           here
           .
        
         
           But
           Pallas
           '
           t
           was
           .
           He
           's
           still
           within
           the
           Wall.
        
         
           I
           shall
           not
           scape
           .
           I
           see
           ,
           Jove
           heretofore
           ,
        
         
           And
           Phoebus
           too
           ,
           did
           mean
           it
           should
           be
           so
           .
        
         
           They
           sav'd
           me
           oft
           ,
           but
           will
           do
           so
           no
           more
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           me
           somewhat
           do
           before
           I
           go
           ;
        
         
           That
           men
           may
           speak
           of
           me
           in
           time
           to
           come
           ;
        
         
           And
           not
           ignoble
           die
           .
           And
           at
           that
           word
        
         
           He
           roused
           up
           his
           fainting
           heart
           ,
           and
           from
        
         
           His
           side
           he
           drew
           his
           great
           and
           heavie
           Sword.
        
         
           As
           when
           an
           Eagle
           stoopeth
           to
           the
           plain
        
         
           From
           a
           dark
           cloud
           ,
           a
           tender
           Lamb
           t'
           invade
           ,
        
         
           Or
           fearful
           Hare
           ;
           so
           Hector
           went
           amain
        
         
           T'
           Achilles
           brandishing
           his
           shining
           Blade
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           angry
           on
           the
           other
           side
        
         
           Came
           on
           ,
           and
           cruel
           thoughts
           had
           in
           his
           mind
           ,
        
         
           And
           up
           he
           kept
           his
           Shield
           his
           breast
           to
           hide
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           head
           like
           fire
           his
           Helmet
           shin'd
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           went
           at
           ev'ry
           step
           he
           trod
           ,
        
         
           His
           Plume
           by
           Vulcan
           made
           of
           golden
           hair
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           his
           Crest
           applied
           ,
           gave
           a
           nod
           ,
        
         
           And
           ore
           his
           shoulders
           terribly
           did
           flare
           .
        
         
         
           As
           Hesperus
           at
           midnight
           does
           appear
           ,
        
         
           The
           brightest
           Star
           that
           shineth
           in
           the
           Sky
           ;
        
         
           So
           gloriously
           the
           point
           shin'd
           of
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           Thus
           terribly
           to
           Hector
           he
           drew
           nigh
           .
        
         
           And
           view'd
           his
           Arms
           to
           see
           which
           way
           his
           Spear
        
         
           Might
           with
           most
           ease
           unto
           his
           body
           pass
           .
        
         
           But
           ev'ry
           where
           entire
           and
           close
           they
           were
           ,
        
         
           Save
           at
           the
           neck
           a
           little
           gap
           there
           was
           .
        
         
           At
           that
           he
           aim'd
           ,
           and
           with
           great
           force
           he
           smot
        
         
           Him
           with
           his
           mighty
           Spear
           clean
           through
           the
           neck
           ;
        
         
           And
           yet
           the
           Spear
           his
           wind-pipe
           wounded
           not
           .
        
         
           Then
           down
           he
           fell
           ,
           but
           able
           was
           to
           speak
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           over
           him
           insulting
           said
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           you
           thought
           when
           you
           Patroclus
           kill'd
           ▪
        
         
           You
           safe
           were
           ,
           and
           of
           me
           were
           not
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           Because
           you
           knew
           I
           was
           not
           in
           the
           Field
        
         
           And
           like
           a
           fool
           ne'r
           thought
           of
           what
           a
           frier
        
         
           To
           take
           revenge
           he
           left
           had
           at
           the
           Fleet.
        
         
           Who
           now
           has
           brought
           you
           to
           an
           evil
           end
           ,
        
         
           For
           Dogs
           to
           eat
           ,
           whilst
           he
           has
           burial
           meet
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hector
           feebly
           to
           him
           said
           again
           ,
        
         
           Let
           not
           by
           Dogs
           my
           body
           eaten
           be
           ,
        
         
           But
           be
           contented
           that
           you
           have
           me
           slain
           .
        
         
           My
           friends
           at
           any
           price
           will
           ransome
           me
           .
        
         
           Take
           Brass
           and
           Gold
           as
           much
           as
           you
           require
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           my
           Father
           send
           my
           body
           home
           ,
        
         
           To
           be
           consumed
           in
           the
           Fun'ral
           fire
        
         
           By
           th'
           Trojans
           and
           their
           Wives
           in
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Hector
           said
           .
           Achilles
           answer'd
           to
           't
           ,
        
         
           Hector
           you
           Dog
           ,
           speak
           not
           of
           Price
           to
           me
           .
        
         
           If
           I
           my self
           could
           eat
           thee
           I
           would
           do
           't
           .
        
         
           But
           by
           the
           Dogs
           I
           'm
           sure
           you
           'll
           eaten
           be
           .
        
         
           If
           they
           would
           give
           me
           twenty
           times
           as
           much
           ,
        
         
           Or
           buy
           thy
           body
           weight
           for
           weight
           with
           Gold
           ,
        
         
           And
           promise
           as
           much
           more
           ,
           your
           deeds
           are
           such
           ,
        
         
           Your
           body
           shall
           not
           at
           that
           price
           be
           sold.
        
         
           Nor
           shall
           your
           Mother
           lay
           you
           on
           a
           bed
           ,
        
         
           And
           over
           you
           lamenting
           stand
           and
           howl
           ;
        
         
           But
           in
           the
           open
           field
           you
           shall
           lie
           dead
        
         
           Until
           devour'd
           you
           be
           by
           Dogs
           and
           Fowl.
        
         
         
           Hector
           repli'd
           (
           though
           ready
           now
           to
           die
           )
        
         
           I
           knew
           you
           had
           a
           heart
           as
           hard
           as
           steel
           .
        
         
           But
           thus
           much
           to
           you
           I
           will
           prophecie
           ,
        
         
           The
           vengeance
           of
           the
           Gods
           you
           'll
           for
           it
           feel
           ,
        
         
           When
           one
           day
           Paris
           and
           Apollo
           shall
           ,
        
         
           As
           terrible
           and
           strong
           as
           you
           are
           now
           ,
        
         
           Make
           you
           before
           the
           Scaean
           Gate
           to
           fall
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           di'd
           ;
           and
           to
           the
           Shades
           below
        
         
           Leaving
           his
           Limbs
           ,
           his
           Soul
           bewailing
           flew
           .
        
         
           And
           yet
           Achilles
           did
           agen
           reply
           ,
        
         
           And
           briefly
           to
           him
           answer'd
           ,
           Now
           die
           you
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           the
           Gods
           call
           for
           me
           so
           will
           I.
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           from
           his
           body
           pluckt
           the
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           laid
           it
           by
           him
           down
           upon
           the
           place
           ;
        
         
           And
           took
           his
           Armour
           off
           .
           Then
           others
           near
        
         
           Stood
           gazing
           at
           his
           stature
           and
           his
           grace
           ,
        
         
           And
           wondring
           at
           him
           ,
           t'one
           another
           said
           ,
        
         
           We
           safely
           now
           to
           Hector
           may
           go
           nigher
           ;
        
         
           His
           raging
           fit
           is
           very
           much
           allay'd
        
         
           Since
           when
           unto
           the
           Ships
           he
           came
           with
           fire
           .
        
         
           Then
           spake
           Achilles
           to
           the
           Greeks
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           My
           Friends
           ,
           that
           in
           the
           Army
           have
           command
           ,
        
         
           Since
           by
           the
           Gods
           this
           great
           man
           is
           destroy'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           lies
           before
           you
           killed
           by
           my
           hand
           ,
        
         
           Who
           did
           the
           Argive
           people
           more
           annoy
        
         
           Than
           all
           the
           other
           Trojans
           put
           together
           ,
        
         
           Let
           's
           armed
           as
           we
           are
           go
           up
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           An
           see
           on
           what
           they
           are
           resolved
           ,
           whether
        
         
           They
           'll
           quit
           the
           City
           ,
           seeing
           
           Hector's
           dead
           ,
        
         
           Or
           still
           defend
           the
           same
           without
           him
           will.
        
         
           But
           why
           should
           this
           come
           now
           into
           my
           head
        
         
           When
           unbewail'd
           Patroclus
           lieth
           still
           ?
        
         
           For
           my
           Patroclus
           I
           must
           not
           forget
        
         
           As
           long
           as
           I
           am
           living
           and
           can
           go
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           I
           come
           to
           th'
           house
           of
           Hades
           ,
           yet
        
         
           I
           still
           shall
           think
           upon
           him
           there
           below
           .
        
         
           But
           back
           unto
           the
           Ships
           we
           now
           will
           go
           .
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           youth
           of
           
             Argos
             Paeans
          
           sing
           ,
        
         
           Whilst
           thither
           we
           in
           Triumph
           bring
           the
           Fo
        
         
           With
           whose
           great
           praise
           the
           Town
           of
           Troy
           did
           ring
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           full
           of
           spight
           on
           Hector
           flies
           ,
        
         
           And
           slits
           his
           legs
           from
           th'ankles
           to
           the
           heels
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           a
           rope
           them
           to
           his
           Charret
           ties
           .
        
         
           Then
           drives
           away
           ;
           and
           rais'd
           is
           by
           the
           wheels
        
         
           A
           Cloud
           of
           dust
           ;
           and
           in
           it
           all
           the
           while
           ,
        
         
           Along
           the
           ground
           drag'd
           was
           his
           comely
           head
           ,
        
         
           Once
           glorious
           ,
           now
           by
           the
           Greeks
           made
           vile
           ,
        
         
           Since
           to
           them
           Jove
           had
           him
           delivered
           .
        
         
           Which
           when
           his
           Mother
           from
           the
           Wall
           beheld
           ,
        
         
           Enrag'd
           she
           from
           her
           head
           pluckt
           off
           her
           ●●ood
           ,
        
         
           And
           threw
           it
           from
           her
           ,
           tore
           her
           hair
           ,
           and
           squeal'd
           .
        
         
           And
           Priam
           lamentably
           sighing
           stood
           .
        
         
           About
           him
           were
           the
           Trojans
           shedding
           tears
           ,
        
         
           Sighing
           ,
           and
           sobbing
           ,
           and
           in
           such
           affray
        
         
           As
           if
           all
           Troy
           had
           flam'd
           about
           their
           ears
           .
        
         
           And
           much
           ado
           they
           Priam
           had
           to
           stay
           .
        
         
           For
           down
           he
           lay
           ,
           and
           spake
           to
           ev'ry
           one
           ,
        
         
           Forbear
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           I
           will
           go
           to
           this
           man
        
         
           (
           As
           fierce
           and
           cruel
           as
           he
           is
           )
           alone
           ,
        
         
           And
           move
           him
           to
           compassion
           ,
           if
           I
           can
           ;
        
         
           And
           what
           respect
           he
           hath
           to
           age
           I
           'll
           see
           .
        
         
           For
           Pelius
           is
           old
           as
           well
           as
           I
           ,
        
         
           That
           got
           that
           mischief
           both
           to
           Troy
           and
           me
           ,
        
         
           To
           th'
           Trojans
           all
           ,
           but
           me
           especially
           .
        
         
           For
           he
           hath
           kill'd
           me
           many
           a
           goodly
           Son
           ,
        
         
           Which
           all
           together
           make
           me
           not
           so
           smart
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           wounds
           so
           deep
           as
           
           Hector's
           death
           hath
           done
           ,
        
         
           Which
           is
           alone
           enough
           to
           break
           my
           heart
           .
        
         
           Oh
           blessed
           Gods
           that
           it
           had
           been
           your
           will
        
         
           He
           in
           his
           Mothers
           hands
           and
           mine
           had
           di'd
           ,
        
         
           That
           over
           him
           we
           might
           have
           wept
           our
           fill
           !
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Trojans
           wept
           again
           and
           sigh'd
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hecuba
           amongst
           the
           Wives
           of
           Troy
        
         
           Began
           her
           plaint
           .
           Hector
           ,
           my
           Son
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
        
         
           Oh
           my
           dear
           Son
           ,
           my
           glory
           and
           my
           joy
           ,
        
         
           Why
           should
           I
           'mongst
           the
           living
           longer
           be
           ,
        
         
           Since
           you
           are
           dead
           and
           gone
           that
           night
           and
           day
        
         
           The
           Trojans
           (
           men
           and
           women
           )
           did
           defend
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           a
           God
           was
           honoured
           in
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           are
           come
           to
           an
           untimely
           end
           ?
        
         
         
           Thus
           wayl'd
           his
           Mother
           .
           But
           Andromache
        
         
           Knew
           not
           how
           Hector
           sped
           without
           the
           Gate
           .
        
         
           For
           at
           a
           shining
           figur'd
           Garment
           she
        
         
           Within
           an
           inner
           Chamber
           weaving
           sate
           .
        
         
           And
           given
           had
           her
           Maids
           command
           to
           set
        
         
           A
           Trevet
           on
           the
           fire
           ,
           that
           Hector
           might
        
         
           When
           he
           came
           in
           ,
           wash
           off
           his
           blood
           and
           sweat
        
         
           Contracted
           by
           great
           labour
           in
           the
           Fight
           ,
        
         
           Not
           dreaming
           of
           her
           Husband's
           death
           .
           But
           when
        
         
           She
           heard
           the
           lamentation
           at
           the
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           And
           outcries
           both
           of
           women
           and
           of
           Men
           ,
        
         
           She
           trembling
           stood
           ,
           and
           let
           her
           Shittle
           fall
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           unto
           her
           Maids
           she
           call'd
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Come
           hither
           two
           of
           you
           ,
           and
           with
           me
           go
           .
        
         
           I
           hear
           my
           Mother
           cry
           ,
           and
           am
           afraid
        
         
           To
           
           Priam's
           Sons
           there
           hapned
           is
           some
           wo.
        
         
           I
           'll
           to
           the
           Tow'r
           go
           up
           my self
           and
           see
        
         
           What
           '
           t
           is
           .
           My
           heart
           is
           at
           my
           mouth
           .
           I
           fear
        
         
           Lest
           by
           
             Achilles
             Hector
          
           chaced
           be
        
         
           Alone
           ,
           and
           will
           be
           killed
           by
           his
           Spear
           .
        
         
           Oh
           how
           I
           tremble
           !
           he
           can
           never
           stay
           ,
        
         
           But
           out
           before
           the
           rest
           will
           always
           run
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           unto
           any
           man
           give
           way
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           his
           strength
           could
           matched
           be
           by
           none
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           out
           went
           she
           like
           a
           woman
           mad
           ,
        
         
           And
           panting
           up
           into
           the
           Tow'r
           she
           hi'd
           ,
        
         
           Where
           she
           no
           sooner
           lookt
           about
           her
           had
           ,
        
         
           But
           saw
           her
           Husband
           to
           a
           Charret
           ti'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Achilles
           drag'd
           away
           ,
           and
           dead
           .
        
         
           And
           presently
           she
           fell
           into
           a
           Swown
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           comely
           Dressings
           of
           her
           head
           ,
        
         
           Veil
           ,
           Kerchess
           ,
           Rubans
           ,
           Knots
           to
           th'ground
           came
           down
           ,
        
         
           And
           Coronet
           unto
           her
           given
           by
        
         
           Venus
           ,
           when
           she
           with
           Hector
           married
           .
        
         
           Her
           Sister
           laws
           that
           stood
           about
           her
           nigh
        
         
           Then
           took
           her
           up
           with
           sorrow
           almost
           dead
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           again
           her
           Spirits
           to
           her
           came
           ,
        
         
           She
           wept
           ,
           and
           spake
           ,
           and
           stopt
           and
           spake
           agen
           .
        
         
           Hector
           ,
           of
           women
           I
           most
           wretched
           am
           ;
        
         
           And
           you
           the
           most
           unfortunate
           of
           men
           ,
        
         
         
           Both
           born
           to
           one
           and
           the
           same
           evil
           fate
           ,
        
         
           You
           here
           in
           Ilium
           King
           
           Priam's
           Son.
        
         
           And
           I
           in
           Thebe
           child
           infortunate
        
         
           Of
           the
           infortunate
           Eëtion
           .
        
         
           And
           you
           now
           to
           the
           Shades
           below
           are
           gone
           ,
        
         
           And
           me
           a
           woful
           Widow
           here
           have
           left
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           me
           my
           sweet
           Babe
           your
           tender
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           cannot
           (
           since
           you
           are
           of
           life
           bereft
           )
        
         
           Do
           to
           him
           any
           good
           ,
           nor
           he
           to
           you
           .
        
         
           And
           though
           he
           should
           escape
           the
           Argives
           now
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           poverty
           and
           woe
           will
           him
           pursue
           ,
        
         
           And
           other
           men
           his
           goodly
           fields
           will
           plough
           .
        
         
           A
           Child
           that
           is
           an
           Orphan
           has
           no
           friend
           ;
        
         
           And
           (
           though
           with
           tears
           )
           must
           stoop
           to
           whatsoere
        
         
           To
           the
           supplying
           of
           his
           need
           shall
           tend
        
         
           When
           he
           his
           want
           of
           Food
           no
           more
           can
           bear
           .
        
         
           So
           to
           your
           friends
           my
           Child
           shall
           go
           ,
           and
           take
        
         
           One
           by
           the
           Cloak
           ,
           another
           by
           the
           Coat
           ,
        
         
           That
           give
           him
           may
           some
           Wine
           for
           pity's
           sake
           ,
        
         
           Enough
           to
           cool
           his
           lips
           ,
           but
           not
           his
           throat
           .
        
         
           Or
           else
           some
           Son
           of
           them
           that
           sit
           at
           meat
        
         
           May
           rate
           ,
           or
           give
           him
           a
           good
           box
           o'th'Ear
           ,
        
         
           And
           bid
           him
           quickly
           out
           o'th'Hall
           to
           get
           ,
        
         
           And
           tell
           him
           that
           his
           Father
           dines
           not
           there
           .
        
         
           Then
           weeping
           comes
           Astyanax
           to
           me
           ,
        
         
           That
           us'd
           was
           by
           his
           Father
           to
           be
           fed
        
         
           With
           Mutton
           fat
           and
           Marrow
           on
           his
           knee
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Nurse
           repose
           on
           a
           soft
           Bed.
        
         
           But
           since
           his
           Father
           now
           is
           dead
           and
           gone
           ,
        
         
           Astyanax
           (
           whom
           so
           the
           Trojans
           call
        
         
           Because
           defended
           were
           by
           you
           alone
        
         
           (
           When
           you
           were
           here
           )
           the
           Trojan
           Gates
           and
           Wall
           )
        
         
           Intolerable
           grief
           is
           like
           to
           find
           ,
        
         
           Since
           at
           the
           Ships
           you
           dead
           and
           naked
           lie
        
         
           For
           Worms
           to
           feed
           on
           when
           the
           Dogs
           have
           din'd
           ,
        
         
           While
           all
           your
           precious
           Garments
           here
           have
           I
        
         
           Of
           womans
           work
           ,
           and
           burn
           them
           will
           ,
           since
           you
        
         
           Now
           never
           in
           them
           likely
           are
           to
           lie
           ,
        
         
           'T
           is
           to
           the
           Wives
           of
           Troy
           an
           honour
           due
           .
        
         
           This
           weeping
           spoken
           made
           the
           women
           sigh
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XXIII
           .
        
         
           THus
           wayl'd
           the
           Trojans
           then
           in
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           To
           Hellespont
           th'
           Achaeans
           streight
           went
           down
           ,
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           to
           their
           hollow
           Ships
           were
           come
        
         
           Dispers'd
           themselves
           each
           man
           unto
           his
           own
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           only
           staid
           his
           Myrmidons
        
         
           Upon
           the
           place
           ;
           and
           thus
           unto
           them
           spake
           .
        
         
           You
           ,
           Myrmidons
           my
           stout
           Companions
           ,
        
         
           You
           must
           not
           from
           your
           Chars
           your
           Horses
           take
           .
        
         
           With
           Horses
           and
           with
           Chars
           we
           first
           must
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           Patroclus
           weep
           about
           his
           Biere
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           we
           have
           by
           weeping
           eas'd
           our
           wo
           ,
        
         
           Unty
           your
           Horses
           and
           we
           'll
           all
           sup
           here
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           wayl'd
           .
           Achilles
           first
           began
           ;
        
         
           And
           thrice
           about
           Patroclus
           Biere
           they
           drave
           .
        
         
           And
           Thetis
           (
           fallen
           was
           so
           great
           a
           man
           )
        
         
           Amongst
           them
           stood
           ,
           and
           tears
           unto
           them
           gave
        
         
           Which
           down
           their
           Armour
           fell
           into
           the
           Sand.
        
         
           Achilles
           bad
           him
           then
           with
           tears
           ,
           farewel
           .
        
         
           And
           laying
           on
           Patroclus
           breast
           his
           hand
           ,
        
         
           Rejoyce
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           Patroclus
           though
           in
           Hell.
        
         
           For
           now
           I
           to
           you
           shall
           my
           word
           make
           good
           ,
        
         
           Since
           hither
           I
           have
           Hector
           dragged
           dead
           ,
        
         
           For
           Dogs
           to
           eat
           .
           And
           to
           revenge
           your
           blood
           ,
        
         
           Twelve
           Trojans
           I
           will
           at
           your
           Pile
           behead
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           Hector
           laid
           upon
           his
           face
        
         
           I'th'dust
           before
           the
           Biere
           disgracefully
           .
        
         
           The
           Myrmidons
           mean
           while
           their
           Arms
           unlace
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'Horses
           from
           the
           Chariots
           unty
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           down
           by
           Achilles
           Ship
           they
           sat
           ,
        
         
           Who
           gave
           unto
           them
           all
           a
           Fun'ral
           Feast
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           them
           flew
           both
           Goats
           and
           Muttons
           fat
           ,
        
         
           And
           Swine
           good
           store
           ,
           and
           many
           a
           well-fed
           Beast
           .
        
         
         
           But
           to
           Achilles
           then
           came
           in
           the
           Lords
           ,
        
         
           To
           wait
           upon
           him
           t'
           
           Agamemnon's
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           That
           he
           might
           try
           with
           comfortable
           words
        
         
           If
           he
           could
           mitigate
           his
           discontent
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           were
           there
           Atrides
           first
           commands
        
         
           His
           Ministers
           to
           bring
           in
           water
           hot
        
         
           To
           wash
           the
           gore
           from
           off
           his
           face
           and
           hands
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           peremptorily
           said
           ,
           Not
        
         
           And
           swearing
           ,
           unto
           Agamemnon
           said
           ,
        
         
           By
           Jove
           that
           is
           of
           all
           the
           Gods
           most
           high
           ,
        
         
           Till
           I
           Patroclus
           in
           the
           fire
           have
           laid
           ,
        
         
           And
           rais'd
           him
           have
           a
           Tomb
           wherein
           to
           lie
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           burnt
           these
           Locks
           of
           mine
           ,
           not
           hand
        
         
           Nor
           face
           shall
           washed
           be
           by
           me
           .
           But
           now
        
         
           Let
           's
           sup
           .
           I'th'morning
           I
           will
           give
           command
        
         
           That
           for
           his
           Pile
           we
           may
           have
           wood
           enough
           ,
        
         
           That
           speedily
           the
           body
           we
           may
           burn
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           out
           of
           our
           sight
           we
           have
           it
           laid
           ,
        
         
           The
           people
           to
           their
           business
           may
           return
           .
        
         
           Thus
           he
           advised
           ,
           and
           it
           was
           obey'd
           .
        
         
           The
           people
           then
           in
           haste
           to
           supper
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           had
           good
           chear
           ,
           and
           heartily
           they
           fed
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           their
           hunger
           and
           their
           thirst
           was
           spent
           ,
        
         
           Into
           their
           Tents
           went
           ev'ry
           man
           to
           bed
           .
        
         
           Down
           went
           Achilles
           to
           the
           waters
           side
        
         
           Attended
           on
           by
           many
           Myrmidons
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           a
           place
           clean
           washed
           by
           the
           Tide
        
         
           He
           laid
           him
           down
           to
           sleep
           upon
           the
           stones
           .
        
         
           Nor
           was
           it
           long
           ere
           sleep
           upon
           him
           crept
           .
        
         
           For
           labour'd
           very
           hard
           he
           had
           that
           day
           .
        
         
           For
           Hector
           him
           in
           exercise
           had
           kept
        
         
           Running
           before
           him
           round
           the
           Wall
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Spirit
           of
           Patroclus
           dead
           ,
        
         
           Like
           him
           in
           Stature
           ,
           Garments
           ,
           Voice
           ,
           and
           Eyes
        
         
           Appeared
           to
           him
           standing
           at
           his
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           speaking
           said
           unto
           him
           in
           this
           wise
           .
        
         
           You
           sleep
           ,
           Achilles
           ,
           and
           have
           me
           forgot
           ,
        
         
           Though
           when
           I
           was
           alive
           you
           lov'd
           me
           well
           .
        
         
           Pray
           bury
           me
           ,
           these
           Spirits
           here
           will
           not
        
         
           Let
           me
           come
           in
           within
           the
           Gates
           of
           Hell
           ,
        
         
         
           Nor
           let
           me
           mix
           with
           those
           beyond
           the
           River
           ,
        
         
           But
           make
           me
           wander
           'bout
           the
           house
           of
           Dis.
        
         
           Give
           me
           your
           hand
           upon
           't
           ,
           for
           I
           shall
           never
        
         
           Return
           ,
           when
           once
           my
           body
           burned
           is
           .
        
         
           We
           shall
           no
           more
           together
           counsel
           take
           ,
        
         
           Since
           by
           my
           Fate
           I
           taken
           am
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           you
           your self
           ,
           divine
           Achilles
           ,
           make
        
         
           Account
           to
           die
           before
           the
           Walls
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           favour
           let
           me
           have
           ,
           I
           pray
           ,
        
         
           That
           when
           my
           flesh
           consum'd
           is
           in
           the
           flame
           ,
        
         
           My
           bones
           with
           yours
           you
           will
           be
           pleas'd
           to
           lay
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           Urn
           that
           holds
           them
           be
           the
           same
           ;
        
         
           That
           golden
           Urn
           which
           Thetis
           gave
           to
           you
           .
        
         
           We
           long
           with
           one
           another
           lived
           have
           .
        
         
           For
           when
           Amphidamas
           his
           Son
           I
           slew
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           your
           house
           I
           fled
           my
           life
           to
           save
           ,
        
         
           From
           Opus
           being
           little
           past
           a
           boy
           ,
        
         
           And
           childishly
           the
           quarrel
           took
           at
           ●hess
           ;
        
         
           And
           never
           meant
           him
           ill
           before
           that
           day
           ,
        
         
           And
           sorry
           was
           I
           for
           my
           foolishness
           .
        
         
           Your
           Father
           to
           his
           House
           then
           took
           me
           in
           ,
        
         
           Made
           me
           your
           man
           ,
           and
           lov'd
           and
           cherisht
           me
           ,
        
         
           And
           since
           so
           long
           we
           have
           together
           been
           ,
        
         
           Why
           should
           not
           now
           our
           bones
           together
           be
           ?
        
         
           Achilles
           to
           the
           shadow
           then
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           Sweet
           friend
           ,
           what
           need
           had
           you
           to
           come
           from
           Hell
        
         
           To
           tell
           me
           this
           ?
           I
           for
           you
           do
           provide
        
         
           That
           all
           you
           say
           may
           be
           performed
           well
           .
        
         
           Come
           neerer
           to
           me
           that
           embrace
           we
           may
        
         
           A
           little
           while
           ,
           and
           one
           another
           moan
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           his
           arms
           he
           spreads
           ;
           and
           then
           away
        
         
           Patroclus
           sunk
           ,
           and
           left
           him
           there
           alone
           .
        
         
           At
           this
           amazed
           up
           Achilles
           starts
           .
        
         
           Oh
           ,
           oh
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           I
           see
           't
           is
           certain
           then
           ,
        
         
           In
           Hell
           there
           Souls
           are
           ,
           though
           they
           have
           no
           hearts
           ,
        
         
           But
           Idols
           only
           are
           ,
           and
           Forms
           of
           Men.
        
         
           For
           by
           me
           standing
           was
           the
           Soul
           all
           night
        
         
           Of
           my
           Patroclus
           to
           me
           dictating
           ,
        
         
           And
           wonderfully
           like
           him
           't
           was
           to
           th'
           sight
           ;
        
         
           And
           what
           he
           wanted
           told
           me
           ev'ry
           thing
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           again
           about
           the
           body
           dead
        
         
           Achilles
           and
           the
           Myrmidons
           lament
           ,
        
         
           And
           so
           continu'd
           till
           the
           day
           was
           spread
           ;
        
         
           But
           to
           the
           Wood
           then
           Agamemnon
           sent
        
         
           From
           ev'ry
           part
           of
           th'
           Army
           men
           to
           Ide
           ,
        
         
           Whereof
           some
           Axes
           carri'd
           in
           their
           hands
           ,
        
         
           And
           others
           Ropes
           .
           And
           with
           them
           goes
           for
           Guide
        
         
           Meriones
           ,
           and
           ,
           as
           their
           Chief
           ,
           commands
           .
        
         
           Ore
           Hills
           and
           Dales
           then
           to
           the
           Woods
           they
           went
        
         
           Driving
           their
           Mules
           before
           them
           all
           the
           way
           ;
        
         
           And
           lusty
           Oaks
           unto
           the
           ground
           they
           sent
           ,
        
         
           And
           cleft
           them
           into
           pieces
           as
           they
           lay
           .
        
         
           And
           those
           unto
           the
           Mules
           with
           Ropes
           they
           ti'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           ev'ry
           one
           of
           them
           took
           in
           his
           hand
        
         
           Either
           a
           heavie
           Bough
           or
           Limb
           beside
           .
        
         
           For
           so
           Meriones
           had
           giv'n
           command
           .
        
         
           This
           done
           ,
           they
           back
           descended
           to
           the
           Plain
        
         
           Fast
           as
           they
           could
           through
           Bry'rs
           and
           Bushes
           store
           ;
        
         
           And
           quickly
           at
           the
           Ships
           they
           were
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           laid
           their
           wood
           in
           order
           on
           the
           shore
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           
             Myrmidons
             Achilles
          
           spake
           ,
        
         
           You
           Myrmidons
           put
           on
           yor
           Armus
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           And
           Horse-men
           all
           your
           Charrets
           ready
           make
           ,
        
         
           And
           mount
           into
           your
           Seats
           and
           follow
           me
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           were
           ready
           ,
           foremost
           went
           the
           Horse
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           a
           Cloud
           of
           Foot
           were
           followed
           .
        
         
           I'th'midst
           between
           them
           carri'd
           was
           the
           Corse
        
         
           With
           locks
           of
           hair
           thrown
           on
           him
           covered
           ,
        
         
           Which
           the
           sad
           Mourners
           from
           their
           heads
           had
           shorn
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           went
           himself
           next
           to
           the
           Biere
           ,
        
         
           Who
           for
           his
           friend
           did
           principally
           mourn
           .
        
         
           When
           at
           the
           place
           of
           Funeral
           they
           were
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           the
           ground
           they
           layed
           down
           the
           Biere
           ,
        
         
           And
           quickly
           in
           a
           Pile
           they
           heapt
           the
           wood
           .
        
         
           Then
           cuts
           Achilles
           off
           his
           yellow
           hair
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           body
           at
           a
           distance
           staid
           ,
        
         
           And
           towards
           Greece
           and
           Phthiae
           turn'd
           his
           eye
           ,
        
         
           And
           speaking
           to
           Spercheius
           River
           said
           ,
        
         
           My
           Father
           to
           you
           made
           a
           Vow
           ,
           when
           I
        
         
           Return'd
           ,
           his
           hair
           should
           unto
           you
           be
           paid
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           to
           the
           other
           Gods
           a
           Hecatomb
           ,
        
         
           And
           fifty
           fat
           Rams
           at
           your
           Spring
           to
           slay
           .
        
         
           Thus
           vowed
           he
           .
           But
           I
           shall
           ne'r
           come
           home
           ,
        
         
           But
           here
           must
           die
           before
           the
           Gates
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           Since
           then
           my
           Fathers
           wish
           you
           not
           fulfil
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           I
           return
           into
           my
           native
           Land
           ,
        
         
           My
           hair
           now
           to
           Patroclus
           give
           I
           will.
        
         
           And
           at
           that
           word
           he
           puts
           it
           in
           his
           hand
           .
        
         
           At
           this
           the
           Greeks
           a
           weeping
           fell
           agen
           ,
        
         
           And
           wept
           had
           till
           the
           setting
           of
           the
           Sun
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           Achilles
           spake
           t'
           Atrides
           then
           ,
        
         
           And
           pray'd
           him
           that
           the
           people
           might
           be
           gone
           .
        
         
           King
           Agamemnon
           ,
           will
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Be
           never
           with
           lamenting
           satisfi'd
           ?
        
         
           'T
           is
           in
           your
           pow'r
           ;
           let
           them
           dispersed
           be
        
         
           Unto
           their
           Ships
           their
           suppers
           to
           provide
           ,
        
         
           For
           we
           will
           of
           the
           Fun'ral
           take
           a
           care
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           the
           Leaders
           of
           the
           Army
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           such
           as
           specially
           concerned
           are
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Atrides
           sent
           the
           rest
           away
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           wood
           into
           a
           Pile
           they
           laid
           .
        
         
           A
           hundred
           foot
           it
           was
           from
           side
           to
           side
           ;
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           top
           the
           Corps
           .
           Then
           kill'd
           and
           flaid
        
         
           Both
           Sheep
           and
           Beeves
           ,
           and
           with
           their
           fat
           they
           hide
        
         
           Patroclus
           body
           dead
           from
           head
           to
           foot
           .
        
         
           And
           by
           it
           laid
           the
           Cattle
           flaid
           to
           burn
           .
        
         
           To
           th'
           Biere
           Achilles
           went
           and
           laid
           into
           't
        
         
           Of
           Honey
           one
           ,
           of
           Oyl
           another
           Urn.
        
         
           And
           of
           Patroclus
           Horses
           four
           he
           slew
           ;
        
         
           And
           of
           nine
           little
           Dogs
           he
           kept
           kill'd
           two
           .
        
         
           And
           those
           into
           the
           Fun'ral
           pile
           he
           threw
           ;
        
         
           And
           last
           of
           all
           twelve
           Trojans
           adds
           thereto
           .
        
         
           This
           done
           ,
           again
           he
           to
           Patroclus
           said
           ,
        
         
           My
           dear
           Patroclus
           ,
           once
           again
           ,
           farewel
           .
        
         
           Twelve
           lusty
           Trojans
           on
           your
           Pile
           are
           laid
           .
        
         
           I
           'm
           faithful
           to
           you
           though
           you
           be
           in
           Hell
           ,
        
         
           But
           Hector
           for
           the
           Dogs
           shall
           be
           a
           prey
           .
        
         
           But
           Venus
           'nointed
           him
           with
           Oyl
           of
           Rose
           ,
        
         
           And
           so
           preserved
           him
           both
           night
           and
           day
           ,
        
         
           That
           not
           a
           Dog
           did
           on
           him
           lay
           his
           nose
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           Phoebus
           sent
           from
           Heav'n
           a
           Cloud
           obscure
        
         
           The
           place
           whereon
           his
           body
           lay
           to
           hide
           ,
        
         
           To
           th'
           end
           it
           might
           the
           scorching
           Sun
           endure
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           be
           shrivel'd
           up
           nor
           shrunk
           nor
           dri'd
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Achilles
           a
           new
           bus'ness
           finds
           .
        
         
           He
           could
           not
           set
           on
           flame
           the
           new-sell'd
           wood
           ,
        
         
           But
           forc'd
           he
           was
           to
           pray
           to
           the
           two
           Winds
        
         
           Zephyr
           and
           Boreas
           .
           Then
           off
           he
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           them
           offer'd
           with
           a
           Cup
           in
           's
           hand
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           them
           vowed
           a
           good
           Sacrifice
           ,
        
         
           If
           they
           from
           Sea
           would
           come
           ,
           and
           by
           him
           stand
           ,
        
         
           And
           blow
           the
           Fire
           until
           the
           flame
           did
           rise
           .
        
         
           This
           Iris
           hearing
           went
           unto
           the
           Winds
        
         
           To
           tell
           them
           how
           Achilles
           to
           them
           pray'd
           .
        
         
           And
           at
           good
           chear
           in
           
           Zephyr's
           house
           them
           finds
           ,
        
         
           And
           fain
           they
           would
           her
           with
           them
           there
           have
           staid
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           her
           sit
           ;
           but
           she
           refused
           that
           .
        
         
           The
           Gods
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           feast
           at
           a
           Hecatomb
        
         
           In
           Blackmoor-land
           ,
           and
           I
           must
           be
           thereat
           ,
        
         
           And
           must
           make
           haste
           ,
           or
           thither
           cannot
           come
           .
        
         
           To
           Zephyr
           now
           and
           Boreas
           I
           came
        
         
           To
           tell
           them
           that
           a
           plenteous
           Sacrifice
        
         
           Achilles
           make
           them
           will
           ,
           if
           on
           a
           flame
        
         
           They
           'll
           set
           the
           Pile
           whereon
           Patroclus
           lies
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           she
           parts
           .
           The
           Winds
           arise
           and
           roar
           ,
        
         
           And
           toss
           the
           Clouds
           before
           them
           in
           the
           Sky
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           their
           feet
           tumble
           the
           Waves
           ashore
        
         
           And
           then
           upon
           Patroclus
           Pile
           they
           fly
           ,
        
         
           And
           fiercely
           blow
           .
           Inflamed
           was
           the
           Pile
           ,
        
         
           And
           whistling
           at
           it
           staid
           the
           Winds
           all
           night
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           standing
           by
           it
           all
           the
           while
        
         
           Invoking
           solemnly
           Patroclus
           spright
           .
        
         
           And
           th'
           Earth
           with
           Wine
           by
           Cupfuls
           watered
           .
        
         
           As
           one
           that
           mourneth
           for
           his
           eldest
           Son
        
         
           That
           then
           dies
           ,
           when
           he
           should
           be
           married
           ;
        
         
           So
           did
           he
           for
           Patroclus
           sigh
           and
           groan
           .
        
         
           When
           in
           the
           Sky
           the
           Day-star
           did
           appear
        
         
           To
           shew
           that
           after
           him
           Aurora
           came
           ,
        
         
           The
           Pile
           and
           Bodies
           dead
           consumed
           were
        
         
           To
           ashes
           ,
           and
           extinguisht
           was
           the
           flame
           ,
        
         
         
           Away
           the
           Winds
           went
           ore
           the
           Seas
           of
           Thrace
           ,
        
         
           And
           passing
           shook
           the
           waters
           of
           the
           Deep
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           went
           a
           little
           from
           the
           place
           ,
        
         
           And
           weary
           laid
           him
           down
           and
           fell
           asleep
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           't
           was
           day
           ,
           the
           Souldiers
           came
           agen
           .
        
         
           Then
           with
           their
           trampling
           did
           Achilles
           wake
           ,
        
         
           And
           up
           he
           stood
           and
           lookt
           about
           .
           And
           then
        
         
           He
           to
           Atrides
           turn'd
           his
           eyes
           and
           spake
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           ,
           let
           us
           first
           with
           Wine
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Put
           out
           the
           fire
           as
           far
           as
           it
           is
           spread
           ,
        
         
           That
           taken
           up
           Patroclus
           Bones
           may
           be
        
         
           (
           For
           where
           they
           lie
           't
           is
           soon
           discovered
           ;
        
         
           Since
           in
           the
           midst
           we
           did
           his
           body
           lay
           ,
        
         
           But
           others
           ,
           Horse
           and
           Men
           at
           th'outside
           lie
           )
        
         
           That
           in
           a
           Bason
           of
           pure
           Gold
           they
           may
        
         
           Reserved
           be
           until
           I
           also
           die
           .
        
         
           And
           though
           no
           great
           Tomb
           here
           I
           have
           design'd
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           may
           the
           Greeks
           that
           stay
           when
           I
           am
           gone
           ,
        
         
           When
           they
           think
           good
           ,
           if
           they
           will
           be
           so
           kind
        
         
           And
           see
           cause
           for
           it
           〈◊〉
           a
           greater
           one
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           fire
           the
           ●●rst
           extinguished
           ;
        
         
           Then
           down
           unto
           the
           ground
           the
           ashes
           came
           ,
        
         
           And
           up
           Patroclus
           Bones
           they
           gathered
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           a
           golden
           Pan
           they
           laid
           the
           same
           ;
        
         
           And
           back
           unto
           the
           Ships
           they
           carri'd
           that
           ,
        
         
           To
           be
           reserved
           in
           Achilles
           Tent
        
         
           Wrapt
           up
           within
           a
           double
           Kell
           of
           Fat.
        
         
           And
           then
           about
           the
           Pile
           to
           work
           they
           went.
        
         
           And
           where
           the
           Pile
           was
           ,
           that
           they
           made
           their
           ground
           ,
        
         
           And
           Earth
           abundance
           on
           the
           same
           they
           lay
           ,
        
         
           Till
           it
           became
           a
           mighty
           Hill
           and
           round
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           had
           done
           Achilles
           made
           them
           stay
        
         
           And
           fit
           o'th'ground
           to
           see
           the
           games
           ,
           wh●ch
           lie
        
         
           Prepared
           had
           the
           Funeral
           to
           grace
           .
        
         
           Then
           many
           Prizes
           rich
           he
           caus'd
           to
           be
        
         
           Brought
           from
           his
           Ship
           and
           laid
           upon
           the
           place
           ,
        
         
           Brass
           Caldrons
           ,
           Tripods
           ,
           and
           great
           Iron
           Bars
           ,
        
         
           Horses
           and
           Mules
           ,
           and
           Cattle
           of
           great
           size
           ,
        
         
           And
           goodly
           Women
           taken
           in
           the
           Wars
           .
        
         
           First
           for
           the
           Horse
           ;
           he
           tells
           each
           one
           his
           Prize
           .
        
         
         
           To
           th'
           first
           a
           woman
           that
           could
           spin
           and
           weave
           ,
        
         
           Together
           with
           a
           Tripod
           deep
           and
           wide
           .
        
         
           The
           next
           a
           Mare
           of
           six
           years
           should
           receive
        
         
           Together
           with
           her
           young
           Mule
           by
           her
           side
           .
        
         
           A
           handsome
           Kettle
           to
           the
           third
           he
           gave
           ,
        
         
           Which
           never
           on
           the
           Fire
           had
           yet
           been
           set
           .
        
         
           Of
           Gold
           two
           Talents
           was
           the
           fourth
           to
           have
           .
        
         
           The
           fifth
           a
           Cup
           and
           Cover
           was
           to
           get
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           them
           spake
           .
           These
           Prizes
           here
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Lie
           waiting
           for
           the
           Horse-men
           on
           the
           Plain
           ,
        
         
           If
           any
           Horse-men
           in
           the
           Host
           there
           be
        
         
           That
           with
           their
           Charrets
           hope
           the
           same
           to
           gain
           ,
        
         
           Come
           in
           .
           Had
           any
           else
           these
           Games
           set
           forth
           ,
        
         
           The
           greatest
           of
           these
           Prizes
           had
           been
           mine
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           my
           Horses
           you
           well
           know
           the
           worth
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           they
           are
           Immortal
           and
           Divine
           ,
        
         
           Which
           Neptune
           gave
           to
           Peleus
           ,
           he
           to
           me
           .
        
         
           But
           I
           'll
           sit
           out
           .
           My
           Horses
           shall
           stay
           here
        
         
           Hanging
           their
           heads
           as
           they
           do
           heavily
           ,
        
         
           Since
           they
           have
           lost
           their
           gentle
           Charretier
           .
        
         
           Let
           any
           other
           of
           the
           Argives
           ,
           who
        
         
           Is
           of
           his
           Horses
           confident
           come
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           presently
           prepare
           himself
           thereto
           ,
        
         
           And
           try
           which
           of
           the
           Prizes
           he
           can
           win
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Horse-men
           straight
           themselves
           present
           .
        
         
           Eumelus
           first
           ,
           Adrestus
           noble
           Son
           ,
        
         
           That
           was
           for
           Horsemanship
           most
           eminent
           .
        
         
           Then
           Diomed
           with
           th'Horses
           which
           he
           won
        
         
           From
           Venus
           Son
           ,
           when
           by
           her
           sav'd
           he
           was
           .
        
         
           Then
           sitting
           on
           his
           Chariot
           came
           forth
        
         
           King
           
           Agamemnon's
           Brother
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           it
           Horses
           two
           were
           of
           great
           worth
           .
        
         
           The
           one
           of
           them
           Podargus
           ,
           was
           his
           own
           ,
        
         
           The
           other
           Aethe
           very
           swift
           she
           was
        
         
           A
           Female
           ,
           and
           for
           
           Agamemnon's
           known
           ,
        
         
           To
           whom
           ,
           when
           he
           to
           Ilium
           was
           to
           pass
           ,
        
         
           She
           given
           was
           by
           Ech●polus
           ,
           who
        
         
           T'
           excuse
           himself
           of
           following
           him
           to
           Troy
        
         
           (
           For
           very
           rich
           he
           was
           and
           loth
           to
           go
           )
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           leave
           in
           Sicyon
           to
           stay
           .
        
         
         
           The
           fourth
           with
           Horses
           of
           the
           Pylian
           brood
           ,
        
         
           Was
           
           Nestor's
           gallant
           Son
           Antilochus
           .
        
         
           His
           Father
           careful
           of
           him
           by
           him
           stood
        
         
           Instructing
           him
           ,
           and
           said
           unto
           him
           thus
           .
        
         
           Antilochus
           ,
           you
           have
           been
           taught
           so
           well
        
         
           By
           Jove
           and
           Neptune
           ,
           young
           man
           as
           you
           are
           ,
        
         
           The
           Rules
           of
           Horsemanship
           ,
           I
           need
           not
           tell
        
         
           You
           of
           the
           Art
           ,
           but
           pray
           you
           to
           take
           care
           .
        
         
           Though
           you
           know
           how
           about
           the
           Gole
           to
           wind
           ,
        
         
           Their
           Horses
           somewhat
           are
           than
           yours
           more
           swift
           .
        
         
           I
           fear
           you
           will
           in
           that
           some
           damage
           find
           ;
        
         
           But
           none
           of
           them
           know
           better
           how
           to
           shift
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           care
           not
           strength
           makes
           a
           good
           Carpenter
           ,
        
         
           And
           Ships
           at
           Sea
           are
           governed
           by
           care
           ;
        
         
           Force
           in
           soul
           weather
           little
           helps
           to
           steer
           .
        
         
           Best
           Charretiers
           are
           they
           that
           best
           beware
           .
        
         
           A
           man
           that
           on
           his
           Horses
           speed
           relies
        
         
           May
           from
           the
           high
           way
           sometimes
           drive
           aside
           ,
        
         
           But
           not
           come
           in
           again
           .
           But
           he
           that
           's
           wise
        
         
           Will
           always
           tow'rds
           the
           Gole
           directly
           guide
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           an
           eye
           on
           him
           that
           goes
           before
           .
        
         
           The
           Gole
           I
           'll
           tell
           you
           (
           lest
           you
           know
           it
           not
           )
        
         
           A
           Staff
           is
           of
           a
           fathom
           high
           or
           more
           ,
        
         
           Of
           Oak
           or
           Pine
           that
           is
           not
           apt
           to
           rot
           ,
        
         
           Standing
           between
           two
           great
           white
           stones
           upright
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           a
           Monument
           set
           up
           was
           there
        
         
           In
           antient
           time
           of
           some
           deceased
           Wight
           ,
        
         
           Or
           formerly
           there
           had
           a
           Race
           been
           there
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           that
           purpose
           served
           now
           again
           .
        
         
           Be
           sure
           you
           drive
           your
           Horses
           to
           it
           close
           ,
        
         
           And
           leaning
           ,
           press
           a
           little
           th'inner
           Rein
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           farther
           Horses
           Rein
           go
           loose
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           the
           neer
           Horse
           to
           it
           go
           as
           near
        
         
           As
           can
           be
           ;
           so
           the
           Stones
           you
           still
           avoid
           .
        
         
           You
           'll
           wound
           your
           Horses
           else
           and
           Charret
           tear
           ,
        
         
           And
           be
           asham'd
           whilst
           others
           will
           be
           joy'd
           .
        
         
           If
           at
           the
           Staff
           you
           once
           but
           get
           the
           start
           ,
        
         
           In
           coming
           back
           before
           you
           shall
           be
           none
        
         
           How
           good
           soere
           their
           Horses
           be
           or
           Art
           ,
        
         
           Though
           they
           the
           Steeds
           were
           of
           Laomedon
           ,
        
         
         
           Or
           like
           Arion
           all
           their
           Horses
           were
           ,
        
         
           Adrestus
           Horse
           of
           the
           Celestial
           race
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Nestor
           his
           good
           Son
           instructed
           there
           ,
        
         
           And
           having
           done
           returned
           to
           his
           place
           .
        
         
           The
           fifth
           and
           last
           came
           in
           Meriones
           .
        
         
           Then
           up
           into
           their
           Seats
           they
           mounted
           all
           ;
        
         
           And
           then
           by
           Lots
           determin'd
           which
           of
           these
        
         
           Should
           start
           the
           first
           .
           T'
           Antilochus
           did
           fall
        
         
           To
           start
           the
           first
           .
           The
           next
           t'
           Eumelus
           came
           .
        
         
           The
           third
           Lot
           fell
           t'
           
             Atrides
             Menelaus
          
           .
        
         
           The
           fourth
           had
           on
           't
           Meriones
           his
           name
           .
        
         
           The
           best
           ,
           and
           last
           to
           start
           Tydides
           was
           .
        
         
           Then
           all
           arow
           they
           stood
           .
           Achilles
           by
        
         
           Shew'd
           them
           the
           Gole
           far
           off
           upon
           the
           Plain
           ;
        
         
           And
           all
           at
           once
           hold
           up
           their
           Whips
           on
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           beat
           their
           Horses
           each
           one
           with
           his
           Reyn
           ;
        
         
           And
           loud
           upon
           them
           call'd
           to
           make
           them
           run
           .
        
         
           Old
           Phoenix
           at
           the
           Staff
           was
           set
           to
           stay
        
         
           And
           be
           a
           witness
           of
           what
           there
           was
           done
           ,
        
         
           And
           see
           there
           were
           amongst
           them
           no
           foul
           play
           .
        
         
           And
           swiftly
           from
           the
           Ships
           they
           part
           away
           ,
        
         
           In
           clouds
           of
           dust
           up
           to
           their
           breasts
           they
           fly
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           wind
           their
           spreading
           Manes
           display
           ;
        
         
           Their
           Chars
           sometimes
           are
           in
           the
           Air
           a
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           sometimes
           on
           the
           ground
           .
           The
           Charret●ers
        
         
           Sit
           for
           all
           that
           still
           fast
           upon
           their
           Seats
           ,
        
         
           And
           ev'ry
           one
           aloud
           his
           Horses
           cheers
           ,
        
         
           While
           in
           his
           breast
           his
           heart
           with
           longing
           beats
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           about
           the
           Gole
           they
           turned
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           coming
           back
           agen
           unto
           the
           shore
           ,
        
         
           Then
           't
           was
           their
           Vertue
           chiefly
           did
           appear
           ,
        
         
           And
           faster
           went
           their
           Horses
           than
           before
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           Eumelus
           Horses
           foremost
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           Diomed
           behind
           him
           was
           not
           far
        
         
           With
           his
           Male
           Trojan
           Horses
           ,
           but
           so
           neer
        
         
           As
           if
           they
           would
           have
           gone
           into
           his
           Char.
        
         
           So
           neer
           they
           were
           their
           heads
           did
           on
           it
           lie
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           Eumelus
           back
           and
           shoulders
           hot
        
         
           With
           breathing
           on
           them
           ;
           and
           the
           Victorie
        
         
           Had
           got
           ,
           or
           doubtful
           made
           at
           least
           ,
           had
           not
        
         
         
           Apollo
           been
           to
           Diomed
           unkind
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           hand
           struck
           out
           his
           shining
           Whip
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           then
           again
           was
           left
           behind
           ,
        
         
           And
           wept
           to
           see
           Eumelus
           him
           outstrip
           .
        
         
           When
           Pallas
           saw
           what
           wrong
           was
           to
           him
           done
           ,
        
         
           She
           puts
           the
           Whip
           into
           his
           hand
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           angry
           goes
           unto
           Admetus
           Son
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           his
           Horses
           breaks
           the
           Yoke
           in
           twain
           .
        
         
           On
           one
           side
           of
           the
           way
           then
           went
           one
           Mare
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           other
           side
           the
           other
           goes
           .
        
         
           Down
           fell
           the
           Pole
           ,
           and
           with
           it
           he
           ;
           and
           tare
        
         
           His
           elbows
           and
           his
           eye-brows
           ,
           mouth
           and
           nose
           .
        
         
           Tydides
           in
           the
           mean
           time
           passed
           by
           ,
        
         
           And
           got
           before
           them
           all
           a
           mighty
           length
           .
        
         
           For
           Pallas
           to
           him
           meant
           the
           Victory
           ,
        
         
           And
           gave
           unto
           his
           Horses
           greater
           strength
           .
        
         
           Behind
           Tydides
           next
           was
           Menelaus
           ,
        
         
           And
           next
           to
           him
           Antilochus
           ;
           and
           he
        
         
           Aloud
           unto
           his
           Horses
           calling
           was
           .
        
         
           Now
           let
           's
           (
           said
           he
           )
           your
           utmost
           vertue
           see
           .
        
         
           With
           Diomed
           you
           are
           not
           bid
           contend
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           victor
           now
           Athena
           means
           to
           make
           ,
        
         
           And
           strengthned
           hath
           his
           Horses
           to
           that
           end
           ;
        
         
           But
           only
           Menelaus
           t'
           overtake
           .
        
         
           Were
           't
           not
           a
           shame
           that
           Aethe
           but
           a
           Mare
        
         
           Should
           leave
           you
           two
           such
           lusty
           Steeds
           behind
           ?
        
         
           But
           if
           you
           now
           seek
           how
           your selves
           to
           spare
           ,
        
         
           I
           tell
           you
           this
           ,
           and
           true
           you
           will
           it
           find
           ,
        
         
           You
           shall
           be
           slain
           .
           Therefore
           use
           all
           your
           speed
           ,
        
         
           And
           when
           you
           come
           into
           a
           narrow
           place
           ,
        
         
           Leave
           it
           to
           me
           to
           do
           what
           I
           see
           need
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Horses
           fearing
           mend
           their
           pace
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           were
           close
           at
           Menelaus
           heels
           .
        
         
           Then
           neer
           unto
           a
           hollow
           way
           they
           came
           ;
        
         
           And
           lest
           they
           break
           should
           one
           anothers
           Wheels
           ,
        
         
           Atrides
           turn'd
           aside
           into
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           The
           other
           after
           him
           a
           little
           wide
        
         
           The
           same
           way
           took
           .
           Atrides
           then
           afraid
        
         
           That
           he
           would
           enter
           with
           him
           side
           by
           side
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           Antilochus
           cri'd
           out
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
         
           Antilochus
           ,
           you
           drive
           too
           carelesly
           ,
        
         
           The
           way
           's
           too
           narrow
           .
           Pray
           a
           little
           stay
        
         
           Your
           Horses
           ;
           broader
           't
           will
           be
           by
           and
           by
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           both
           our
           Chars
           lie
           broken
           on
           the
           way
           .
        
         
           Antilochus
           then
           whipt
           his
           Horses
           on
        
         
           So
           much
           the
           faster
           ,
           seeming
           not
           to
           hear
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           they
           were
           a
           little
           further
           gone
           ,
        
         
           Atrides
           held
           his
           Horses
           in
           ,
           for
           fear
        
         
           Their
           Chars
           should
           clashing
           overturned
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           them
           they
           be
           thrown
           into
           the
           dust
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           spake
           ,
           reviling
           .
           Go
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           men
           I
           know
           the
           most
           unjust
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           so
           wise
           as
           th'
           Argives
           thought
           you
           were
           .
        
         
           But
           yet
           the
           Prize
           you
           shall
           not
           so
           obtain
           ;
        
         
           But
           for
           it
           first
           you
           shall
           be
           put
           to
           swear
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           his
           Horses
           he
           drave
           on
           again
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           encourage
           them
           ,
           unto
           them
           said
           ,
        
         
           His
           Horses
           cannot
           keep
           before
           you
           long
           ;
        
         
           They
           old
           are
           both
           ;
           strain
           hard
           .
           Be
           not
           dismay
        
         
           For
           both
           of
           you
           brave
           Horses
           are
           and
           young
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           at
           highest
           speed
           agen
           they
           fly
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Antilochus
           came
           up
           again
           .
        
         
           The
           Argives
           on
           the
           Race
           now
           sat
           to
           spy
        
         
           Who
           foremost
           coming
           was
           upon
           the
           Plain
           .
        
         
           Idomeneus
           sat
           in
           a
           place
           more
           high
        
         
           Without
           the
           Race
           ,
           and
           heard
           a
           Charretier
        
         
           Whose
           voice
           he
           knew
           unto
           his
           Horses
           cry
           ,
        
         
           And
           presently
           two
           Horses
           did
           appear
           .
        
         
           Of
           one
           of
           them
           the
           colour
           was
           bright
           Bay
           ,
        
         
           But
           on
           his
           forehead
           had
           a
           spot
           of
           white
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           the
           Moon
           at
           Full
           round
           ev'ry
           way
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           afar
           conspicuous
           and
           bright
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           Greeks
           he
           said
           ,
           Is
           there
           no
           more
        
         
           That
           see
           these
           Horses
           coming
           back
           but
           I
           ?
        
         
           They
           are
           not
           those
           that
           foremost
           were
           before
           ;
        
         
           And
           't
           is
           another
           Charretier
           I
           spy
           .
        
         
           Eumelus
           some
           mischance
           has
           had
           I
           fear
           ;
        
         
           And
           yet
           about
           the
           Gole
           he
           turned
           well
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           I
           cannot
           see
           them
           any
           where
           .
        
         
           Perhaps
           out
           of
           his
           hands
           their
           Bridles
           fell
           ;
        
         
         
           No
           longer
           would
           the
           Horses
           then
           obey
           ,
        
         
           But
           thrown
           him
           somewhere
           have
           o'th'field
           ;
           or
           born
        
         
           Him
           in
           their
           fit
           by
           violence
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           his
           Charret
           overturn'd
           ,
           or
           torn
           .
        
         
           Stand
           on
           your
           feet
           your selves
           and
           mark
           him
           well
           ,
        
         
           Whether
           or
           no
           it
           Diomedes
           be
        
         
           The
           Son
           of
           Tydeus
           ;
           for
           I
           cannot
           tell
           ,
        
         
           He
           like
           him
           is
           ,
           and
           I
           believe
           't
           is
           he
           .
        
         
           The
           lesser
           Ajax
           then
           Oïleus
           Son
        
         
           With
           evil
           words
           t'
           Idomeneus
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           The
           Mares
           upon
           the
           Field
           are
           coming
           on
           ,
        
         
           But
           you
           must
           talk
           ,
           though
           from
           the
           purpose
           wide
           .
        
         
           Your
           eyes
           are
           now
           grown
           old
           and
           less
           can
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           yet
           to
           talk
           you
           love
           so
           much
           the
           more
           ;
        
         
           Though
           at
           discerning
           many
           better
           be
           .
        
         
           Eumelus
           ,
           as
           at
           first
           ,
           is
           still
           before
           .
        
         
           Ajax
           (
           said
           he
           )
           of
           all
           the
           Greeks
           the
           worst
        
         
           Except
           at
           railing
           ,
           let
           's
           a
           wager
           lay
           ,
        
         
           A
           Tripod
           or
           a
           Caldron
           who
           comes
           first
           ,
        
         
           Atrides
           judge
           ,
           that
           you
           may
           know
           and
           pay
           .
        
         
           And
           Ajax
           then
           about
           was
           to
           reply
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           had
           the
           quarrel
           'twixt
           them
           there
           been
           staid
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           Achilles
           who
           was
           sitting
           by
           ,
        
         
           Rose
           from
           his
           Seat
           ,
           and
           coming
           to
           them
           said
           ,
        
         
           Idomeneus
           and
           Ajax
           't
           is
           a
           shame
        
         
           For
           you
           in
           evil
           Language
           to
           contend
           ,
        
         
           That
           others
           when
           they
           do
           so
           ought
           to
           blame
           .
        
         
           Sit
           down
           ,
           and
           but
           a
           little
           while
           attend
           .
        
         
           They
           'll
           soon
           be
           here
           .
           They
           strive
           for
           Victory
           ,
        
         
           And
           driving
           are
           as
           fast
           as
           ere
           they
           can
           ;
        
         
           Discerned
           then
           it
           will
           be
           easily
        
         
           Which
           is
           the
           foremost
           ,
           which
           the
           hindmost
           man.
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           saw
           Tydides
           very
           neer
        
         
           Plying
           his
           Whip
           ;
           his
           Horses
           seem'd
           to
           fly
           ;
        
         
           And
           cover'd
           was
           with
           dust
           the
           Charretier
           ;
        
         
           And
           hard
           it
           was
           the
           track
           o'th'Wheels
           to
           spy
           .
        
         
           Then
           coming
           in
           ,
           before
           the
           Lords
           he
           stopt
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           ground
           leapt
           from
           his
           Chariot
           ;
        
         
           With
           sweat
           his
           Horses
           breasts
           and
           shoulders
           dropt
           .
        
         
           Then
           Sthenelus
           the
           Prize
           neglected
           not
           ,
        
         
         
           But
           nimbly
           from
           his
           place
           he
           to
           it
           skips
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           his
           friends
           there
           standing
           by
           his
           side
        
         
           Sent
           th'woman
           and
           the
           Tripod
           to
           the
           Ships
           ;
        
         
           And
           having
           done
           ,
           the
           Horses
           he
           unti'd
           .
        
         
           Antilochus
           next
           to
           Tydides
           was
           ,
        
         
           That
           not
           by
           vertue
           of
           his
           Steeds
           but
           slight
        
         
           Advantage
           gotten
           had
           of
           Menelaus
        
         
           When
           for
           them
           both
           he
           found
           the
           way
           too
           streight
           .
        
         
           But
           Menelaus
           to
           him
           was
           so
           neer
        
         
           As
           is
           a
           Charret-horse
           unto
           the
           Wheel
           ,
        
         
           Which
           of
           his
           Tayl
           doth
           sometimes
           touch
           the
           hair
           ,
        
         
           And
           makes
           the
           Horse
           to
           run
           that
           does
           it
           feel
           .
        
         
           So
           neer
           unto
           him
           was
           Atrides
           then
           ,
        
         
           That
           was
           behind
           once
           a
           Coyts
           cast
           or
           more
           .
        
         
           But
           quickly
           to
           him
           he
           came
           up
           agen
           .
        
         
           For
           Aethe
           now
           ran
           faster
           than
           before
           .
        
         
           And
           had
           they
           but
           a
           little
           longer
           run
           ,
        
         
           Atrides
           by
           Antilochus
           had
           pass'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           without
           doubt
           the
           second
           Prize
           had
           won
           .
        
         
           Meriones
           behind
           was
           a
           Spears
           cast
           .
        
         
           Slow
           Steeds
           he
           had
           and
           but
           small
           skill
           in
           Courses
           .
        
         
           Eumelus
           whom
           Athena
           overthrew
        
         
           Came
           hindmost
           and
           before
           him
           drave
           his
           Horses
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           hands
           behind
           ,
           his
           Charret
           drew
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           mov'd
           with
           pity
           was
           at
           this
           ,
        
         
           And
           spake
           unto
           the
           Argives
           in
           this
           wise
           .
        
         
           Although
           he
           come
           the
           last
           ,
           the
           best
           he
           is
           ;
        
         
           'T
           is
           fit
           he
           have
           at
           least
           the
           second
           Prize
           ,
        
         
           But
           Diomed
           the
           first
           ,
           that
           has
           it
           won
           .
        
         
           And
           just
           it
           seemed
           in
           the
           Argives
           sight
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           Antilochus
           the
           Prize
           had
           gone
           ,
        
         
           Had
           he
           not
           pleaded
           for
           it
           as
           his
           right
           .
        
         
           Antilochus
           then
           to
           Achilles
           spake
           ,
        
         
           Though
           well
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           in
           pity
           you
           incline
        
         
           T'
           Eumelus
           ,
           yet
           my
           Prize
           he
           must
           not
           take
           ;
        
         
           I
           won
           it
           have
           ,
           and
           't
           is
           not
           yours
           ,
           but
           mine
           .
        
         
           His
           Horses
           good
           ,
           and
           Horse-man
           good
           he
           is
           ;
        
         
           And
           he
           and
           they
           upon
           the
           ground
           were
           laid
        
         
           By
           some
           mischance
           ;
           I
           'm
           not
           concern'd
           in
           this
           .
        
         
           He
           should
           unto
           th'
           Immortal
           Gods
           have
           pray'd
           .
        
         
         
           But
           you
           ,
           that
           pity
           him
           ,
           and
           at
           your
           Tent
        
         
           Have
           Gold
           ,
           Brass
           ,
           Horses
           ,
           Women
           ,
           Cattle
           store
           ,
        
         
           May
           out
           of
           that
           when
           you
           think
           fit
           content
        
         
           Eumelus
           with
           the
           value
           ,
           or
           with
           more
           .
        
         
           For
           whosoever
           means
           to
           have
           the
           Mare
        
         
           Must
           for
           her
           with
           me
           fight
           .
           Thus
           pleaded
           he
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           that
           great
           love
           unto
           him
           bare
           ,
        
         
           Was
           glad
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
           Since
           you
           so
           counsel
           me
           ,
        
         
           The
           Breast
           plate
           I
           will
           to
           him
           give
           of
           Brass
        
         
           That
           hem'd
           is
           all
           about
           with
           shining
           Tin
           ,
        
         
           With
           which
           Asteropaeus
           armed
           was
           .
        
         
           Automedon
           into
           my
           Tent
           go
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           quickly
           to
           me
           bring
           the
           Breast-plate
           forth
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Automedon
           no
           longer
           stands
           ,
        
         
           But
           fetches
           out
           the
           Armour
           of
           great
           worth
           ,
        
         
           And
           puts
           the
           same
           into
           Eumelus
           hands
           .
        
         
           Then
           up
           
             Atrides
             Menelaus
          
           stands
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           his
           hand
           the
           Cry'r
           a
           Scepter
           laid
           ,
        
         
           And
           silence
           to
           be
           kept
           i'th'Court
           commands
           .
        
         
           T'
           Antilochus
           then
           Menelaus
           said
           ,
        
         
           Antilochus
           ,
           what
           made
           you
           me
           disgrace
        
         
           Justling
           my
           Horses
           in
           the
           hollow
           way
        
         
           When
           there
           was
           so
           much
           danger
           in
           the
           place
           ,
        
         
           That
           't
           had
           been
           best
           for
           both
           of
           us
           to
           stay
           ?
        
         
           But
           you
           the
           Princes
           hear
           the
           Cause
           I
           pray
           ,
        
         
           And
           judge
           between
           us
           both
           impartially
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           any
           of
           the
           Greeks
           hereafter
           say
        
         
           I
           did
           t'
           Antilochus
           an
           injury
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           him
           got
           the
           Mare
           by
           fraud
           or
           might
           ;
        
         
           And
           that
           his
           Horses
           than
           mine
           better
           were
           .
        
         
           But
           come
           ,
           I
           now
           know
           how
           my self
           to
           right
           .
        
         
           Come
           lay
           your
           hand
           upon
           the
           Reyns
           ,
           and
           swea●
        
         
           By
           Neptune
           ,
           that
           you
           did
           not
           willingly
        
         
           And
           with
           prepensed
           malice
           cross
           my
           Charre
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           Antilochus
           did
           then
           reply
           ,
        
         
           O
           Menelaus
           ,
           since
           you
           elder
           are
           ,
        
         
           You
           know
           our
           faults
           upon
           the
           sudden
           rise
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           before-hand
           young
           men
           study
           not
           ;
        
         
           Their
           Wits
           are
           present
           ,
           but
           the
           old
           are
           wise
           .
        
         
           To
           do
           you
           injury
           I
           never
           thought
           .
        
         
         
           The
           Mare
           is
           yours
           ;
           and
           if
           you
           please
           to
           send
        
         
           For
           any
           thing
           I
           have
           ,
           that
           too
           I
           'll
           give
        
         
           Rather
           than
           with
           an
           Oath
           the
           Gods
           offend
           ,
        
         
           And
           out
           of
           Menelaus
           favour
           live
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           put
           the
           Mare
           into
           his
           hand
           ,
        
         
           Then
           Menelaus
           lookt
           as
           fresh
           and
           gay
        
         
           As
           Dew
           that
           on
           the
           growing
           Corn
           doth
           stand
        
         
           Then
           when
           the
           Fields
           are
           in
           their
           best
           array
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           Antilochus
           repli'd
           agen
           ,
        
         
           Antilochus
           I
           angry
           am
           no
           more
           .
        
         
           I
           see
           you
           were
           by
           Youth
           transported
           then
           .
        
         
           But
           putting
           tricks
           upon
           your
           friends
           give
           ore
           .
        
         
           I
           not
           so
           soon
           forgiven
           had
           another
           ;
        
         
           But
           you
           so
           much
           have
           suffer'd
           for
           my
           sake
        
         
           Together
           with
           your
           Father
           and
           your
           Brother
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           can
           easie
           satisfaction
           take
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           to
           shew
           I
           got
           it
           not
           by
           might
           ,
        
         
           Take
           you
           the
           Prize
           ,
           although
           it
           be
           my
           share
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           took
           t'himself
           the
           Caldron
           bright
           ;
        
         
           And
           yielding
           to
           Antilochus
           the
           Mare
           ,
        
         
           Unto
           Noëmon
           gave
           her
           to
           set
           up
        
         
           (
           N●ëmon
           was
           Antilochus
           his
           man
           )
        
         
           One
           Prize
           remain'd
           ,
           which
           was
           the
           double
           Cup.
        
         
           Meriones
           the
           two
           gold
           Talents
           wan
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           rising
           then
           to
           Nestor
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           unto
           him
           the
           double
           Cup
           he
           gave
           .
        
         
           This
           Prize
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           keep
           for
           a
           Monument
        
         
           Of
           my
           Patroclus
           lying
           in
           his
           Grave
           .
        
         
           You
           shall
           not
           for
           it
           arm
           your
           fists
           with
           Lead
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           with
           young
           men
           at
           cast
           of
           Spears
           engage
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           shall
           you
           on
           the
           Foot-race
           need
           to
           tread
           .
        
         
           Of
           all
           such
           work
           you
           are
           excus'd
           by
           age
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Cup
           into
           his
           hand
           he
           laid
           ,
        
         
           Which
           joyfully
           he
           took
           and
           thus
           repli'd
           .
        
         
           Sweet
           Son
           ,
           you
           nothing
           but
           the
           truth
           have
           said
           .
        
         
           My
           strength
           is
           past
           ,
           it
           cannot
           be
           deni'd
           .
        
         
           My
           hands
           I
           scarce
           can
           to
           my
           shoulders
           raise
           ,
        
         
           And
           heavily
           my
           feet
           both
           rise
           and
           fall
           .
        
         
           Oh
           ,
           that
           I
           were
           as
           young
           as
           in
           those
           days
        
         
           When
           I
           saw
           Amarynceus
           Funeral
        
         
         
           Set
           forth
           most
           nobly
           in
           Buprasion
           .
        
         
           There
           many
           Prizes
           were
           ,
           and
           many
           a
           man
           ;
        
         
           But
           like
           to
           me
           amongst
           them
           there
           was
           none
           ,
        
         
           
             Epeian
             ,
             Pylian
          
           ,
           nor
           Aetolian
           .
        
         
           At
           Fists
           the
           Prize
           from
           Clytomed
           I
           won
           ;
        
         
           And
           wrastling
           with
           Ancaeus
           I
           him
           threw
           ,
        
         
           And
           Iphiclus
           ,
           swift
           as
           he
           was
           ,
           outrun
           ;
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           Spears
           I
           Polydore
           out-threw
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           Horse-race
           only
           was
           outstript
        
         
           By
           th'
           envie
           of
           the
           Sons
           of
           Actor
           two
           .
        
         
           For
           sitting
           on
           the
           Charret
           they
           both
           whipt
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           me
           won
           that
           Prize
           with
           much
           ado
           .
        
         
           Such
           then
           I
           was
           .
           But
           now
           to
           younger
           men
        
         
           That
           work
           I
           leave
           .
           Old
           age
           I
           must
           obey
           .
        
         
           But
           such
           I
           was
           amongst
           the
           Argives
           then
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           ,
           Achilles
           ,
           here
           no
           longer
           stay
           .
        
         
           Proceed
           with
           other
           Games
           your
           friend
           to
           grace
           .
        
         
           Your
           Gift
           I
           take
           ,
           and
           great
           content
           I
           find
        
         
           In
           that
           you
           shewn
           have
           in
           this
           publick
           place
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Greeks
           you
           have
           me
           in
           your
           mind
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           having
           heard
           these
           Praises
           all
        
         
           Of
           Nestor
           ,
           brought
           into
           the
           place
           a
           Mule
           ,
        
         
           A
           Prize
           for
           him
           that
           won
           at
           Fist
           and
           Ball
           ,
        
         
           A
           Mule
           of
           six
           years
           old
           ,
           and
           hard
           to
           rule
           .
        
         
           As
           for
           the
           vanquisht
           ,
           he
           assign'd
           to
           him
        
         
           A
           lesser
           Prize
           which
           was
           a
           silver
           Cup
           ,
        
         
           That
           crookt
           and
           wryed
           was
           about
           the
           brim
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           amongst
           the
           Greeks
           stood
           up
           .
        
         
           Atrides
           ,
           and
           you
           Argives
           all
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Let
           two
           men
           fight
           for
           these
           at
           Fist
           and
           Ball.
        
         
           The
           lusty
           Mule
           shall
           for
           the
           Victor
           be
           ;
        
         
           The
           Cup
           for
           him
           that
           in
           the
           fight
           shall
           fall
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Epeius
           a
           huge
           man
           stood
           up
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           had
           at
           this
           kind
           of
           fight
           great
           skill
           ,
        
         
           And
           seiz'd
           the
           Mule
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
           As
           for
           the
           Cup
           ,
        
         
           Let
           any
           one
           against
           me
           rise
           that
           will.
        
         
           The
           Mule
           is
           mine
           ;
           at
           this
           game
           I
           am
           best
           .
        
         
           Is
           't
           not
           enough
           that
           th'
           Argives
           value
           me
        
         
           In
           Fight
           but
           as
           a
           mean
           man
           like
           the
           rest
           ?
        
         
           For
           no
           man
           can
           the
           best
           at
           all
           things
           be
           .
        
         
         
           But
           let
           him
           know
           ,
           whoere
           with
           him
           contends
           ,
        
         
           I
           'll
           break
           his
           bones
           .
           Which
           being
           to
           him
           known
           ,
        
         
           He
           may
           about
           him
           ready
           have
           his
           friends
           ,
        
         
           To
           take
           him
           up
           when
           I
           have
           knockt
           him
           down
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Mecestes
           Son
           Euryalus
           ,
        
         
           That
           won
           the
           Prize
           from
           the
           Cadmaeans
           all
        
         
           At
           Theb's
           upon
           the
           death
           if
           Oedipus
        
         
           When
           celebrated
           was
           his
           Funeral
        
         
           Presents
           himself
           .
           About
           him
           busie
           was
        
         
           Tydides
           wishing
           him
           the
           Victorie
           ,
        
         
           And
           gave
           him
           of
           strong
           Leather
           well-wrought
           Lace
        
         
           Wherewith
           the
           Balls
           unto
           his
           wrists
           to
           tie
           .
        
         
           The
           Champions
           up
           their
           fists
           together
           have
           ,
        
         
           Which
           when
           they
           met
           so
           quick
           and
           mingled
           were
           ,
        
         
           That
           which
           was
           which
           a
           man
           could
           not
           perceive
           ,
        
         
           But
           how
           they
           rattled
           at
           their
           heads
           might
           hear
           .
        
         
           Euryalus
           then
           chanc'd
           to
           look
           aside
           ,
        
         
           At
           which
           Epeius
           such
           a
           blow
           him
           hit
        
         
           Upon
           the
           cheek
           ,
           that
           he
           was
           stupifi'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           could
           no
           longer
           stand
           upon
           his
           feet
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           the
           Sea
           is
           curl'd
           by
           Zephyrus
           ,
        
         
           A
           little
           Fish
           leaps
           up
           and
           falls
           agen
           ;
        
         
           So
           started
           at
           the
           stroak
           Euryalus
        
         
           And
           fainted
           .
           To
           him
           went
           Epeius
           then
        
         
           And
           took
           him
           up
           .
           His
           friends
           that
           by
           him
           stood
        
         
           Led
           him
           away
           trailing
           his
           feet
           behind
           ,
        
         
           His
           neck
           aside
           hanging
           ,
           and
           spitting
           blood
           ;
        
         
           And
           wandring
           out
           of
           order
           was
           his
           mind
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           other
           Prizes
           then
           brought
           forth
        
         
           For
           Wrastlers
           ;
           and
           for
           him
           that
           did
           the
           best
           ,
        
         
           A
           mighty
           three-foot
           Pot
           esteemed
           worth
        
         
           By
           th'company
           twelve
           Oxen
           at
           the
           least
           .
        
         
           And
           for
           the
           vanquished
           a
           lesser
           Prize
           ,
        
         
           A
           Woman
           that
           in
           many
           works
           had
           skill
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Argives
           speaking
           said
           ,
           Arise
        
         
           You
           that
           contend
           for
           the
           great
           Tripod
           will.
        
         
           Then
           up
           rose
           Ajax
           ,
           up
           Ulysses
           rose
           ,
        
         
           And
           having
           girt
           themselves
           stood
           on
           the
           place
           ,
        
         
           And
           presently
           extend
           their
           arms
           ,
           and
           close
           ;
        
         
           And
           one
           another
           with
           twin'd
           arms
           embrace
           .
        
         
         
           As
           when
           a
           Carpenter
           to
           keep
           the
           wind
        
         
           Out
           of
           a
           house
           the
           Timber
           bows
           and
           pleats
           ,
        
         
           So
           were
           their
           arms
           with
           one
           another
           twin'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           each
           of
           them
           keeps
           fast
           his
           hold
           ,
           and
           sweats
           ,
        
         
           And
           squeez'd
           until
           their
           sides
           were
           black
           and
           blew
           .
        
         
           And
           weary
           were
           the
           Greeks
           with
           looking
           on
        
         
           When
           neither
           Ajax
           yet
           Ulysses
           threw
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           he
           the
           mighty
           Son
           of
           Telamon
           .
        
         
           And
           Ajax
           then
           unto
           Ulysses
           said
           ,
        
         
           Let
           's
           lift
           each
           other
           ;
           and
           withal
           him
           lifts
           ,
        
         
           And
           hop'd
           upon
           the
           ground
           to
           have
           him
           laid
           ,
        
         
           But
           he
           then
           not
           forgetful
           of
           his
           shifts
           ,
        
         
           Struck
           with
           his
           right
           foot
           Ajax
           on
           the
           ham
        
         
           So
           that
           to
           turn
           him
           Ajax
           strength
           did
           lack
           .
        
         
           Then
           both
           together
           to
           the
           ground
           they
           came
           ,
        
         
           One
           on
           his
           breast
           ,
           the
           other
           on
           his
           back
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           Ulysses
           to
           lift
           Ajax
           is
           .
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           ground
           he
           heav'd
           him
           ,
           but
           not
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           he
           clapt
           one
           knee
           between
           both
           his
           ,
        
         
           Then
           both
           upon
           the
           ground
           again
           they
           lie
           .
        
         
           Agen
           they
           rise
           ,
           and
           had
           not
           so
           giv'n
           ore
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           Achill●s
           to
           them
           goes
           ,
           and
           says
           ,
        
         
           You
           both
           are
           best
           ;
           torment
           your selves
           no
           more
           ,
        
         
           But
           equal
           Prizes
           take
           and
           go
           your
           ways
           ,
        
         
           That
           other
           Greeks
           for
           other
           Prizes
           may
        
         
           Their
           vertue
           shew
           .
           This
           said
           ,
           they
           him
           obey'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           their
           bodies
           wipt
           the
           dust
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           their
           Coats
           themselves
           again
           array'd
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Achilles
           brought
           new
           Prizes
           in
           ,
        
         
           A
           silver
           Temperer
           that
           six
           gallons
           held
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Sidonian
           workmen
           made
           had
           been
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           that
           ere
           they
           made
           before
           excell'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Phoenicians
           into
           Greece
           was
           brought
        
         
           And
           giv'n
           to
           Thoas
           ,
           and
           from
           him
           it
           came
        
         
           T'
           
             Eunaeus
             Jasons
          
           Son.
           Eunaeus
           bought
        
         
           Lycaon
           of
           Patroclus
           with
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           This
           was
           the
           Prize
           for
           him
           that
           swiftest
           ran
           .
        
         
           A
           great
           fat
           Ox
           the
           second
           was
           to
           take
           ;
        
         
           And
           half
           a
           Talent
           ,
           Gold
           the
           hindmost
           man.
        
         
           And
           then
           Achilles
           to
           the
           Argives
           spake
           .
        
         
         
           Arise
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           that
           for
           this
           Prize
           will
           run
           .
        
         
           Then
           Ajax
           rose
           Son
           of
           Oïleus
        
         
           The
           lesser
           Ajax
           ▪
           And
           then
           
           Nestor's
           Son
        
         
           (
           The
           swiftest
           of
           the
           Youth
           )
           Antilochus
           .
        
         
           Arow
           they
           stand
           .
           Achilles
           to
           them
           shows
        
         
           The
           Gole
           about
           the
           which
           they
           were
           to
           run
           .
        
         
           Together
           then
           they
           start
           ;
           and
           foremost
           goes
        
         
           The
           nimble-footed
           
             Ajax
             Oïleus
          
           Son.
        
         
           But
           next
           him
           and
           so
           neer
           Ulysses
           is
           ,
        
         
           As
           from
           a
           womans
           Distaff
           comes
           the
           thread
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           his
           steps
           trod
           ere
           the
           dust
           aris
           ,
        
         
           And
           breathed
           all
           the
           way
           upon
           his
           head
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           upon
           him
           called
           all
           the
           way
        
         
           To
           do
           his
           best
           ,
           and
           wisht
           him
           Victorie
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           Athena
           did
           Ulysses
           pray
           .
        
         
           O
           help
           me
           my
           good
           Goddess
           now
           ,
           said
           he
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           almost
           they
           ended
           had
           the
           Race
           ,
        
         
           Then
           chanced
           Ajax
           in
           the
           Dung
           to
           fall
        
         
           Of
           Cattle
           which
           had
           kill'd
           been
           on
           the
           place
        
         
           B'
           Achilles
           for
           Patroclus
           Funeral
           ,
        
         
           And
           fill'd
           with
           Cow-dung
           was
           his
           mouth
           and
           nose
           .
        
         
           Ulysses
           on
           the
           Temp'rer
           laid
           his
           hands
           .
        
         
           And
           Ajax
           spitting
           Dung
           again
           arose
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Ox
           before
           the
           Argives
           stands
           .
        
         
           Oh
           ,
           oh
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           't
           is
           Pallas
           hath
           done
           this
           ,
        
         
           Who
           as
           a
           careful
           Mother
           of
           her
           Child
           ,
        
         
           Upon
           Ulysses
           always
           waiting
           is
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           that
           had
           said
           th'
           Achaeaas
           smil'd
           .
        
         
           Antilochus
           th'
           half
           Talent
           took
           of
           Gold
           ,
        
         
           And
           smil'd
           ,
           and
           to
           the
           Argives
           said
           ,
           You
           see
        
         
           The
           Gods
           still
           give
           most
           honour
           to
           the
           Old.
        
         
           Ajax
           in
           age
           a
           little
           passeth
           me
           .
        
         
           Agen
           Ulysses
           older
           is
           than
           he
           .
        
         
           And
           younger
           men
           with
           these
           cannot
           contend
        
         
           At
           running
           of
           a
           Race
           ,
           except
           it
           be
        
         
           Achilles
           .
           Whom
           he
           finely
           did
           commend
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           of
           that
           commendation
           glad
        
         
           Unto
           Antilochus
           repli'd
           again
           ;
        
         
           To
           your
           half
           Talent
           I
           'll
           another
           add
           .
        
         
           That
           word
           of
           yours
           shall
           not
           be
           said
           in
           vain
           .
        
         
         
           Achilles
           then
           brought
           forth
           the
           Shield
           and
           Spear
        
         
           And
           Helmet
           of
           Sarpedon
           (
           for
           till
           he
        
         
           Was
           killed
           by
           Patroclus
           his
           they
           were
           )
        
         
           And
           said
           unto
           the
           Greeks
           ,
           Now
           let
           me
           see
        
         
           Two
           valiant
           men
           well-arm'd
           contend
           for
           these
           ;
        
         
           And
           he
           that
           first
           draws
           blood
           shall
           bear
           away
        
         
           Th●s
           Thracian
           Sword
           won
           from
           Asteropaeus
           .
        
         
           The
           Arms
           in
           common
           they
           shall
           both
           enjoy
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           my
           Tent
           they
           both
           shall
           feasted
           be
           .
        
         
           Up
           then
           great
           Ajax
           ,
           up
           Tydides
           rose
           ,
        
         
           And
           came
           forth
           armed
           from
           the
           Companie
           ,
        
         
           And
           looking
           grimly
           one
           to
           th'
           other
           goes
           ,
        
         
           And
           thrice
           to
           one
           another
           fiercely
           leapt
           ,
        
         
           And
           Ajax
           Spear
           pass'd
           through
           Tydides
           Shield
           ;
        
         
           But
           by
           the
           Breast-plate
           from
           his
           flesh
           was
           kept
           .
        
         
           Good
           was
           his
           Breast-plate
           ,
           and
           not
           apt
           to
           yield
           .
        
         
           But
           still
           at
           Ajax
           neck
           Tydides
           aim'd
           ,
        
         
           Above
           his
           Shield
           still
           pushing
           with
           his
           Spear
           ;
        
         
           At
           which
           the
           people
           standing
           by
           exclaim'd
           ;
        
         
           For
           then
           of
           Ajax
           life
           they
           stood
           in
           fear
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Achilles
           cri'd
           to
           part
           the
           Fray
        
         
           Betime
           ,
           and
           let
           them
           equal
           Prizes
           have
           .
        
         
           And
           by
           Achilles
           then
           dismiss'd
           were
           they
           ;
        
         
           But
           yet
           the
           Sword
           he
           to
           Tydides
           gave
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           of
           Iron
           he
           brought
           out
           a
           Sough
        
         
           Such
           as
           at
           first
           it
           from
           the
           Fornace
           came
           ,
        
         
           The
           which
           E●tion
           was
           wont
           to
           through
           ;
        
         
           Amongst
           whose
           Goods
           Achilles
           found
           the
           same
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           his
           Ship
           he
           brought
           it
           with
           the
           rest
           .
        
         
           And
           said
           to
           th'
           Argives
           ,
           He
           this
           Prize
           shall
           gain
           ,
        
         
           That
           lets
           us
           see
           he
           throw
           it
           can
           the
           best
           .
        
         
           It
           will
           his
           Plough
           with
           Iron
           five
           years
           maintain
           .
        
         
           He
           needs
           not
           to
           the
           Town
           for
           Iron
           go
           .
        
         
           Then
           Polypoetes
           and
           Leontes
           rise
           ,
        
         
           And
           Ajax
           ,
           and
           together
           stand
           arow
           ;
        
         
           And
           last
           of
           all
           unto
           them
           comes
           Epeius
           .
        
         
           First
           threw
           Epeius
           ,
           and
           well
           laught
           at
           was
           .
        
         
           And
           next
           to
           him
           Leontes
           threw
           the
           same
           .
        
         
           Then
           Ajax
           threw
           and
           did
           them
           both
           surpass
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           to
           Polypoetes
           hand
           it
           came
           ,
        
         
         
           As
           far
           as
           doth
           a
           Shepherd
           throw
           his
           Hook
        
         
           Seeing
           his
           Sheep
           stand
           still
           or
           straggle
           out
           ,
        
         
           So
           far
           threw
           he
           .
           The
           Prize
           his
           friends
           then
           took
        
         
           And
           bare
           it
           to
           his
           Tent.
           The
           people
           shout
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           brought
           other
           Prizes
           in
           ,
        
         
           Ten
           double
           ,
           and
           ten
           single
           Axes
           keen
           ,
        
         
           The
           which
           the
           two
           best
           Bow-men
           were
           to
           win
           ,
        
         
           And
           said
           ,
           Now
           let
           your
           Archerie
           be
           seen
           .
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           Sands
           erects
           a
           Ship-mast
           high
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           the
           top
           he
           ti'd
           a
           Dove
           unto
           't
        
         
           With
           slender
           thread
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
           Your
           skill
           now
           try
           .
        
         
           For
           he
           that
           dead
           the
           tender
           Dove
           shall
           shoot
           ,
        
         
           Shall
           have
           the
           double
           Axes
           for
           his
           Prize
           ;
        
         
           The
           single
           he
           that
           breaks
           the
           thread
           shall
           win
           .
        
         
           Then
           Teucer
           and
           Meriones
           arise
           ,
        
         
           And
           Lots
           they
           cast
           which
           of
           them
           shall
           begin
           .
        
         
           And
           to
           begin
           to
           Teucer
           fell
           the
           Lot.
        
         
           And
           first
           he
           shot
           .
           But
           should
           have
           made
           a
           Vow
        
         
           A
           Hecatomb
           to
           Phoebus
           ,
           but
           forgot
           .
        
         
           And
           therefore
           Phoebus
           would
           not
           him
           allow
        
         
           To
           kill
           the
           Bird.
           But
           yet
           he
           brake
           the
           thread
           ,
        
         
           And
           tow'rds
           the
           ground
           ,
           it
           hung
           down
           from
           her
           feet
           .
        
         
           The
           frighted
           Dove
           in
           th'
           Air
           hovered
           ,
        
         
           And
           mightily
           the
           Argives
           shout
           to
           see
           't
           .
        
         
           Meriones
           then
           quickly
           drew
           his
           Bow
           ,
        
         
           (
           For
           th'Arrow
           fitted
           on
           't
           already
           lay
           )
        
         
           And
           presently
           to
           Phoebus
           made
           a
           Vow
        
         
           Of
           his
           first
           Lambs
           a
           Hecatomb
           to
           pay
           .
        
         
           And
           seeing
           how
           the
           Dove
           amazed
           went
        
         
           Above
           his
           head
           this
           way
           and
           that
           way
           round
           ,
        
         
           His
           Arrow
           keen
           he
           quickly
           to
           her
           sent
           ,
        
         
           Which
           pierc'd
           her
           through
           ,
           and
           brought
           her
           to
           the
           ground
           .
        
         
           The
           wounded
           Dove
           unto
           a
           Mast
           then
           flies
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           her
           Feathers
           sheds
           ,
           and
           hangs
           her
           head
           ,
        
         
           And
           having
           sitten
           there
           not
           long
           she
           dies
           .
        
         
           The
           Argives
           gazing
           at
           it
           wondered
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           Meriones
           away
           did
           bear
        
         
           The
           double
           Axes
           .
           Teucer
           took
           the
           rest
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           new
           Prizes
           fetcht
           ;
           a
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           a
           new
           Caldron
           worth
           an
           Ox
           at
           least
           .
        
         
         
           To
           throw
           the
           Spear
           then
           rose
           the
           King
           Atrides
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           him
           stood
           up
           Meriones
        
         
           Idomeneus
           his
           Squire
           .
           Then
           said
           Pelides
           ,
        
         
           There
           shall
           be
           no
           contention
           for
           these
           .
        
         
           We
           know
           how
           much
           you
           are
           more
           excellent
        
         
           At
           this
           than
           any
           of
           th'
           Achaeans
           here
           .
        
         
           Take
           you
           these
           Prizes
           therefore
           to
           your
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           give
           unto
           Meriones
           the
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           If
           you
           think
           fit
           :
           Atrides
           was
           content
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Meriones
           he
           gave
           the
           Spear
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           Talthybius
           the
           Caldron
           sent
        
         
           Unto
           the
           Ships
           ;
           and
           all
           well
           pleased
           were
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ILIAD
           .
           LIB
           .
           XXIV
           .
        
         
           THus
           end
           the
           Games
           .
           The
           Greeks
           dispersed
           are
           ,
        
         
           And
           ev'ry
           man
           returned
           to
           his
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           busie
           was
           his
           Supper
           to
           prepare
           ;
        
         
           And
           after
           they
           had
           supt
           to
           bed
           they
           went.
        
         
           Achilles
           all
           the
           night
           slept
           not
           a
           wink
           ,
        
         
           But
           on
           Patroclus
           worth
           ,
           and
           company
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           their
           common
           suffrings
           still
           did
           think
           ,
        
         
           And
           lay
           upon
           his
           bed
           unquietly
           .
        
         
           And
           weeping
           sometimes
           laid
           himself
           on
           this
           ,
        
         
           Sometimes
           on
           that
           side
           ,
           sometimes
           on
           his
           face
           ,
           ,
        
         
           And
           sometimes
           on
           his
           back
           ,
           and
           sometimes
           ris
           ,
        
         
           And
           walkt
           upon
           the
           shore
           from
           place
           to
           place
           .
        
         
           And
           soon
           as
           ere
           he
           saw
           the
           morning
           come
           ,
        
         
           He
           Hector
           to
           his
           Charret
           ti'd
           again
           ;
        
         
           And
           drag'd
           him
           thrice
           about
           Patroclus
           Tomb
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           went
           in
           ,
           and
           left
           him
           on
           the
           Plain
        
         
           With
           dust
           all
           over
           hidden
           ,
           but
           not
           rent
           .
        
         
           For
           Phoebus
           had
           him
           cover'd
           with
           his
           Shield
           ,
        
         
           That
           torn
           his
           body
           was
           not
           as
           they
           went.
        
         
           The
           Gods
           mean
           while
           sat
           looking
           on
           the
           Field
           ,
           ,
        
         
           And
           griev'd
           to
           see
           Achilles
           shew
           such
           spight
           .
        
         
           And
           some
           of
           them
           advised
           Mercurie
        
         
           To
           steal
           away
           the
           body
           from
           his
           sight
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           the
           other
           Gods
           did
           all
           agree
           ,
           ,
        
         
           But
           
             Neptune
             ,
             Juno
             ,
             Pallas
          
           angry
           were
        
         
           With
           Priam
           and
           with
           Troy
           ,
           for
           Paris
           sake
           ,
        
         
           For
           that
           he
           Venus
           did
           so
           much
           preferre
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           others
           small
           account
           did
           make
           .
        
         
           Thus
           pass'd
           it
           then
           .
           But
           twelve
           days
           after
           came
        
         
           Apollo
           to
           the
           Gods
           in
           Councel
           set
           .
        
         
           And
           said
           ,
           Ye
           Gods
           unjust
           ,
           you
           are
           to
           blame
           .
        
         
           What
           Sacrifice
           did
           Hector
           ere
           forget
           ,
        
         
         
           That
           to
           his
           Father
           ,
           Mother
           ,
           Wife
           ,
           and
           Son
        
         
           That
           for
           his
           death
           lament
           ,
           he
           must
           not
           come
           ,
        
         
           And
           buri'd
           be
           ,
           since
           he
           is
           dead
           and
           gone
           ,
        
         
           And
           have
           a
           Funeral
           in
           Ilium
           ?
        
         
           But
           to
           Achilles
           fury
           you
           give
           way
           ,
        
         
           Whose
           breast
           is
           void
           of
           all
           Humanity
           .
        
         
           As
           Lions
           on
           mens
           Cattle
           love
           to
           prey
           ;
        
         
           Savage
           and
           proud
           on
           men
           so
           falleth
           he
        
         
           Asham'd
           of
           nothing
           .
           Though
           another
           man
        
         
           That
           had
           a
           loving
           Brother
           lost
           ,
           or
           Son
           ,
        
         
           When
           he
           has
           wept
           a
           while
           give
           over
           can
           ,
        
         
           And
           bear
           the
           ill
           that
           cannot
           be
           undone
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           with
           
           Hector's
           death
           is
           not
           content
           ,
        
         
           But
           drags
           his
           body
           at
           his
           Chariot
           ,
        
         
           Not
           caring
           how
           we
           may
           the
           same
           resent
           .
        
         
           He
           'll
           find
           at
           last
           't
           were
           better
           he
           had
           not
        
         
           Upon
           the
           senseless
           Earth
           have
           shown
           such
           spight
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           in
           anger
           Juno
           then
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           If
           equal
           they
           had
           been
           ,
           you
           had
           said
           right
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           they
           equal
           are
           it
           is
           deni'd
           .
        
         
           For
           Hector
           was
           a
           mortal
           womans
           Son
           ;
        
         
           Achilles
           Mother
           a
           great
           Goddess
           is
        
         
           Thetis
           ,
           that
           nurst
           was
           and
           brought
           up
           by
           none
        
         
           But
           by
           my self
           .
           The
           Gods
           can
           witness
           this
           ,
        
         
           Who
           ,
           when
           I
           made
           her
           noble
           Peleus
           Bride
           ,
        
         
           Came
           to
           the
           Wedding
           all
           ,
           and
           you
           too
           then
        
         
           Were
           with
           your
           Fiddle
           there
           well
           satisfi'd
           ,
        
         
           Perfidious
           God
           ,
           companion
           of
           mean
           men
           .
        
         
           Then
           Jupiter
           to
           Juno
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Look
           not
           so
           angerly
           upon
           the
           Gods
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           for
           Achilles
           honour
           be
           afra●d
           .
        
         
           'Twixt
           him
           and
           Hector
           I
           know
           well
           the
           ods
           .
        
         
           But
           Hector
           we
           of
           Mortals
           love
           the
           best
           ,
        
         
           I
           do
           at
           least
           ,
           of
           all
           the
           men
           of
           Troy.
        
         
           He
           never
           is
           behind-hand
           with
           my
           Feast
           ,
        
         
           But
           Flesh
           and
           Wine
           pays
           duely
           at
           my
           day
           .
        
         
           But
           we
           'll
           not
           Hector
           from
           Achilles
           steal
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           can
           ,
           since
           Thetis
           for
           him
           is
           awake
           .
        
         
           Call
           Thetis
           hither
           ▪
           for
           with
           her
           I
           'll
           deal
        
         
           To
           make
           him
           for
           his
           body
           Ransome
           take
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           into
           the
           Sea
           leapt
           Iris
           straight
        
         
           Between
           the
           Isles
           of
           Imbros
           and
           of
           Same
           .
        
         
           The
           water
           roar'd
           and
           started
           at
           her
           weight
           ;
        
         
           And
           she
           to
           th'
           bottom
           like
           a
           Plummet
           came
           .
        
         
           Where
           in
           a
           hollow
           Cave
           the
           Goddess
           sate
           ,
        
         
           Her
           Sea-nymphs
           all
           about
           her
           sitting
           round
           ,
        
         
           She
           in
           the
           midst
           bewailing
           her
           Sons
           fate
           ,
        
         
           That
           was
           to
           perish
           on
           the
           Trojan
           ground
           .
        
         
           And
           going
           to
           her
           neer
           ,
           Thetis
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
        
         
           Jove
           calls
           you
           to
           him
           .
           She
           repli'd
           ,
           Why
           so
           ?
        
         
           What
           has
           that
           mighty
           God
           to
           say
           to
           me
           ?
        
         
           I
           am
           not
           fit
           amongst
           the
           Gods
           to
           go
           .
        
         
           But
           well
           .
           I
           go
           .
           I
           dare
           not
           disobey
           .
        
         
           And
           on
           her
           head
           then
           throws
           she
           a
           black
           hood
           .
        
         
           Then
           up
           they
           went
           ,
           and
           Iris
           led
           the
           way
           .
        
         
           (
           To
           let
           them
           pass
           the
           Sea
           divided
           stood
           )
        
         
           And
           being
           landed
           leapt
           up
           to
           the
           Sky
           ,
        
         
           When
           Jove
           in
           Councel
           and
           the
           Gods
           were
           met
           ;
        
         
           Where
           Thetis
           was
           received
           lovingly
           ,
        
         
           And
           next
           himself
           by
           Jupiter
           was
           set
           .
        
         
           There
           Juno
           Nectar
           ,
           Pallas
           gave
           her
           place
           .
        
         
           And
           Jove
           unto
           her
           spake
           .
           Thetis
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           I
           know
           your
           grief
           ,
           but
           such
           is
           now
           the
           case
           ,
        
         
           You
           could
           not
           from
           th'
           Assembly
           spared
           be
           .
        
         
           Nine
           days
           amongst
           our selves
           we
           disagree
        
         
           Concerning
           
           Hector's
           body
           what
           to
           do
           .
        
         
           The
           most
           would
           have
           him
           stoln
           by
           Mercury
           ;
        
         
           But
           for
           your
           sake
           I
           would
           not
           yield
           thereto
           .
        
         
           But
           go
           you
           ,
           Thetis
           ,
           to
           your
           Son
           and
           say
        
         
           The
           Gods
           are
           angry
           and
           I
           most
           of
           all
           ,
        
         
           That
           
           Hector's
           body
           at
           the
           Ships
           doth
           stay
        
         
           Unransom'd
           and
           without
           a
           Funeral
           ;
        
         
           That
           he
           release
           it
           may
           for
           fear
           of
           me
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           to
           
             Priam
             Iris
          
           shall
           be
           sent
        
         
           To
           bid
           him
           go
           t'
           Achilles
           speedily
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           fair
           Presents
           fetch
           it
           from
           his
           Tent.
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           she
           from
           Olympus
           took
           her
           flight
        
         
           T'
           Achilles
           Tent
           ,
           and
           found
           him
           sitting
           there
           ,
        
         
           Where
           he
           Patroclus
           still
           lamenting
           sigh'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           him
           friends
           providing
           Dinner
           were
           .
        
         
         
           And
           killed
           had
           a
           fat
           Sheep
           in
           his
           Tent.
        
         
           Then
           in
           she
           went
           and
           sate
           down
           by
           his
           side
           .
        
         
           How
           long
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
           will
           you
           your self
           torment
           ?
        
         
           Be
           comforted
           ,
           and
           for
           your
           health
           provide
           ;
        
         
           And
           take
           delight
           in
           womens
           company
           ,
        
         
           For
           here
           you
           know
           you
           are
           not
           long
           to
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           at
           hand
           is
           now
           your
           Destiny
           .
        
         
           And
           hear
           what
           I
           from
           Jove
           must
           to
           you
           say
           .
        
         
           From
           Jupiter
           I
           come
           ,
           who
           bad
           me
           say
        
         
           The
           Gods
           are
           angry
           and
           he
           most
           of
           all
           ,
        
         
           That
           
           Hector's
           body
           at
           the
           Ships
           doth
           stay
        
         
           Unransom'd
           and
           without
           a
           Funeral
           .
        
         
           The
           Ransome
           therefore
           take
           and
           let
           him
           go
           .
        
         
           To
           which
           Achilles
           a
           short
           Answer
           gave
           .
        
         
           Let
           him
           that
           will
           (
           since
           Jove
           will
           have
           it
           so
           )
        
         
           The
           Ransome
           bring
           ,
           the
           body
           he
           shall
           have
           .
        
         
           Whilst
           Thetis
           and
           her
           Son
           discoursing
           were
           ,
        
         
           To
           
             Priam
             Jove
          
           swift
           Iris
           sent
           away
           .
        
         
           Iris
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           this
           Message
           from
           me
           bear
        
         
           To
           Priam
           ,
           and
           relate
           what
           now
           I
           say
           .
        
         
           Bid
           him
           unto
           Achilles
           Tent
           to
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           carry
           with
           him
           other
           Trojans
           none
        
         
           But
           one
           old
           Squire
           his
           Charret
           to
           look
           to
           ,
        
         
           And
           bring
           away
           the
           body
           of
           his
           Son
           ;
        
         
           And
           honourable
           Presents
           with
           him
           bear
           ,
        
         
           Wherewith
           Achilles
           may
           be
           well
           content
           .
        
         
           And
           bid
           him
           death
           and
           danger
           not
           to
           fear
           ,
        
         
           So
           good
           a
           Guardian
           with
           him
           shall
           be
           sent
           .
        
         
           Hermes
           shall
           guide
           him
           to
           Achilles
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           being
           there
           he
           needs
           not
           fear
           at
           all
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           will
           not
           kill
           him
           ,
           but
           prevent
        
         
           The
           hurt
           that
           might
           from
           others
           on
           him
           fall
           .
        
         
           He
           wants
           not
           judgment
           ,
           care
           ,
           nor
           piety
           ,
        
         
           And
           pity
           has
           for
           them
           that
           to
           him
           pray
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           flew
           Iris
           from
           Olympus
           high
        
         
           To
           
           Priam's
           house
           ,
           where
           little
           was
           of
           joy
           .
        
         
           His
           Sons
           about
           him
           weeping
           sat
           ,
           and
           he
        
         
           I'th'midst
           involved
           in
           his
           Cloak
           so
           just
           ,
        
         
           That
           one
           th'
           impression
           of
           his
           limbs
           might
           see
           ,
        
         
           His
           head
           and
           neck
           bedawb'd
           with
           dung
           and
           dust
           ,
        
         
         
           Which
           he
           himself
           had
           thrown
           upon
           his
           head
           ▪
        
         
           His
           Daughters
           and
           his
           Son●
           Wives
           howling
           went
        
         
           About
           ,
           for
           Brothers
           and
           for
           Husbands
           that
           were
           dead
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Shades
           by
           〈…〉
           had
           been
           sent
           .
        
         
           Then
           Iris
           unto
           Priam
           coming
           near
        
         
           With
           soft
           and
           gentle
           voice
           unto
           him
           said
           ,
        
         
           Priam
           be
           bold
           ,
           for
           no
           ill
           news
           I
           bear
        
         
           (
           For
           trembling
           sate
           he
           ,
           and
           was
           sore
           afraid
           )
        
         
           Jove
           bids
           you
           to
           Achilles
           Tent
           to
           go
        
         
           And
           carry
           with
           you
           other
           Trojans
           none
        
         
           But
           one
           old
           Squire
           your
           Charret
           to
           look
           to
           ,
        
         
           And
           bring
           away
           the
           body
           of
           your
           Son
           ;
        
         
           And
           honourable
           Presents
           with
           you
           bear
           ,
        
         
           Wherewith
           Achilles
           may
           be
           well
           content
           .
        
         
           He
           bids
           you
           neither
           death
           nor
           danger
           fear
           ,
        
         
           So
           good
           a
           Guardian
           with
           you
           shall
           be
           sent
           .
        
         
           Hermes
           shall
           guide
           you
           to
           Achilles
           Tent.
        
         
           When
           you
           are
           there
           ,
           past
           is
           the
           danger
           all
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           will
           not
           kill
           you
           but
           prevent
        
         
           The
           harm
           that
           may
           from
           others
           on
           you
           fall
           .
        
         
           He
           wants
           not
           judgment
           ,
           care
           ,
           nor
           piety
           ,
        
         
           And
           pity
           has
           on
           them
           that
           to
           him
           pray
        
         
           In
           their
           distress
           ▪
           and
           at
           his
           mercie
           lie
           .
        
         
           When
           Iris
           this
           had
           said
           ,
           she
           went
           away
           .
        
         
           Then
           Priam
           said
           unto
           his
           Sons
           ,
           Arise
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           a
           Waggon
           ready
           out
           of
           hand
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           a
           Cedar
           Chamber
           down
           he
           ●ies
           ,
        
         
           Where
           his
           most
           precious
           Houshold
           stuff
           did
           stand
           .
        
         
           And
           thither
           call'd
           his
           Wife
           ,
           and
           to
           her
           said
           ,
        
         
           
           Jove's
           Menssenger
           t'
           Achilles
           bids
           me
           go
        
         
           With
           Ransome
           for
           my
           Son.
           I
           'm
           not
           afraid
           .
        
         
           But
           what
           think
           you
           ?
           Is
           't
           best
           to
           go
           ,
           or
           no
           ?
        
         
           At
           this
           aloud
           she
           shrikt
           and
           said
           ,
           Ay
           me
           ,
        
         
           What
           now
           is
           of
           the
           wit
           you
           had
           become
           ,
        
         
           For
           which
           so
           wise
           you
           once
           were
           thought
           to
           be
        
         
           By
           men
           abroad
           and
           by
           your
           friends
           at
           home
           ?
        
         
           Will
           you
           go
           put
           your self
           into
           the
           hand
        
         
           Of
           him
           that
           hath
           your
           Sons
           so
           many
           slain
           ,
        
         
           A
           man
           that
           does
           not
           pity
           understand
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           saith
           ?
           No
           ,
           no
           ,
           he
           'll
           not
           from
           you
           abstain
           .
        
         
         
           But
           since
           the
           Fates
           designed
           had
           before
        
         
           His
           birth
           ,
           to
           th'Dogs
           he
           should
           be
           made
           a
           prey
        
         
           By
           this
           hard-hearted
           m●n
           ▪
           you
           may
           deplore
        
         
           Him
           here
           at
           home
           ,
           and
           from
           Achilles
           stay
           .
        
         
           Oh
           ,
           that
           between
           my
           teeth
           I
           had
           his
           heart
           ,
        
         
           That
           to
           revenge
           my
           Son
           I
           might
           it
           eat
           .
        
         
           It
           would
           no
           little
           ease
           be
           to
           my
           smart
           ,
        
         
           And
           less
           the
           loss
           of
           him
           I
           should
           regret
           .
        
         
           For
           Hector
           only
           for
           his
           Country
           fought
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           his
           Enemies
           was
           not
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           did
           him
           wrong
           ,
           but
           valiant
           was
           and
           stout
           .
        
         
           Then
           Priam
           to
           his
           Wife
           repli'd
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Nay
           Wife
           ,
           since
           to
           him
           I
           am
           bent
           to
           go
           ,
        
         
           Disswade
           me
           not
           ,
           nor
           ill
           Bird
           to
           me
           be
        
         
           Here
           in
           my
           house
           ,
           and
           bode
           me
           ill
           .
           For
           know
           ,
        
         
           Whatere
           you
           say
           ,
           't
           will
           not
           prevail
           with
           me
           .
        
         
           If
           now
           a
           Priest
           or
           Prophet
           to
           me
           came
        
         
           And
           this
           had
           said
           ,
           I
           thought
           it
           had
           a
           lye
           .
        
         
           But
           howsoever
           ,
           come
           what
           will
           ,
           I
           am
        
         
           With
           Hector
           in
           my
           arms
           content
           to
           die
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           the
           Chests
           he
           presently
           unlocks
           ,
        
         
           And
           out
           he
           lays
           twelve
           Robes
           for
           womankind
           ,
        
         
           As
           many
           Coats
           ,
           as
           many
           single
           Cloaks
           ,
        
         
           And
           unto
           those
           as
           many
           that
           were
           lin'd
           .
        
         
           And
           further
           twelve
           rich
           Carpets
           out
           he
           lay'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           when
           he
           that
           had
           done
           ,
           he
           Gold
           brought
           forth
           ,
        
         
           Whereof
           he
           layed
           by
           ten
           Talents
           weigh'd
           .
        
         
           And
           two
           great
           black
           three-footed
           Pots
           much
           worth
           .
        
         
           And
           unto
           those
           he
           set
           bright
           Caldrons
           four
           ;
        
         
           And
           the
           fine
           Cup
           which
           giv'n
           him
           was
           when
           he
        
         
           From
           Troy
           to
           Thrace
           was
           sent
           Embassadour
           .
        
         
           So
           long'd
           he
           to
           set
           
           Hector's
           body
           free
           .
        
         
           I'th'Porch
           then
           standing
           many
           Trojans
           were
           ,
        
         
           That
           sorry
           for
           his
           grief
           were
           thither
           come
           ;
        
         
           To
           whom
           he
           said
           ,
           Rascals
           what
           make
           you
           here
           ?
        
         
           Find
           you
           not
           cause
           enough
           of
           grief
           at
           home
           ,
        
         
           That
           you
           must
           hither
           come
           to
           trouble
           me
           ▪
        
         
           As
           if
           too
           little
           't
           were
           to
           lose
           my
           Son.
        
         
           Hereafter
           you
           will
           eas'lier
           killed
           be
           ,
        
         
           Since
           Hector
           who
           defended
           you
           is
           gone
           .
        
         
         
           As
           for
           my self
           ,
           before
           I
           see
           that
           day
           ,
        
         
           I
           hope
           to
           be
           with●n
           th'In●ernal
           Gates
           .
        
         
           Then
           with
           his
           Staff
           he
           drave
           them
           all
           away
           ;
        
         
           And
           turning
           in
           again
           his
           Sons
           he
           ●ates
           .
        
         
           Paris
           and
           Agathon
           and
           Helenus
           ,
        
         
           
             Pammon
             ,
             Polites
          
           ,
           and
           Antiphobus
           ,
        
         
           Agavus
           ,
           Deiphobus
           ,
           Hippothous
           .
        
         
           These
           nine
           he
           rated
           ,
           saying
           to
           them
           thus
           ,
        
         
           Make
           haste
           unworthy
           Sons
           ▪
           I
           had
           been
           glad
        
         
           If
           you
           in
           
           Hector's
           stead
           had
           all
           been
           slain
           .
        
         
           Oh
           how
           unfortunate
           am
           I
           that
           had
        
         
           So
           many
           and
           so
           valiant
           Sons
           in
           vain
           !
        
         
           Mestor
           and
           Troïlus
           both
           valiant
           men
           ,
        
         
           And
           Godlike
           Hector
           .
           Sure
           I
           am
           accurst
           .
        
         
           Since
           Mars
           of
           these
           depriv'd
           me
           has
           agen
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           I
           none
           have
           left
           me
           but
           the
           worst
           ,
        
         
           Domestick
           Wolves
           ,
           the
           bane
           of
           Lamb
           and
           Kid
           ,
        
         
           And
           good
           for
           nothing
           but
           to
           dance
           and
           lye
           .
        
         
           Why
           stand
           you
           still
           ?
           Were
           you
           not
           by
           me
           bid
        
         
           The
           Waggon
           to
           prepare
           ?
           Then
           out
           they
           flye
           ,
        
         
           And
           speedily
           the
           Waggon
           forth
           they
           bring
           ,
        
         
           And
           Yoak
           well
           fitted
           with
           an
           iron
           Pin
           ;
        
         
           And
           fixt
           it
           to
           the
           Poles-end
           with
           a
           Ring
           ,
        
         
           And
           Cord
           nine
           Cubits
           long
           to
           keep
           it
           in
           ;
        
         
           Which
           thrice
           about
           the
           Boxen
           Yoak
           they
           wind
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           the
           Waggon
           laid
           the
           Ransome
           in
           ;
        
         
           And
           to
           it
           then
           the
           lusty
           Mules
           they
           bind
           ,
        
         
           Which
           by
           the
           Mysians
           given
           him
           had
           been
           .
        
         
           That
           done
           ,
           King
           
           Priam's
           Horses
           to
           his
           Charre
        
         
           Were
           by
           himself
           and
           by
           Idaeus
           ti'd
           ,
        
         
           Of
           which
           he
           always
           taken
           had
           such
           care
           ,
        
         
           That
           while
           they
           fed
           he
           stayed
           by
           their
           side
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hecuba
           came
           to
           them
           with
           a
           Cup
           ,
        
         
           A
           golden
           Cup
           of
           pleasant
           Wine
           ,
           that
           they
        
         
           The
           same
           to
           Jupiter
           might
           offer
           up
        
         
           Before
           unto
           their
           Foes
           they
           went
           away
           .
        
         
           Here
           ,
           take
           this
           Cup
           said
           she
           ,
           and
           pray
           to
           Jove
        
         
           That
           he
           will
           let
           you
           see
           a
           lucky
           flight
        
         
           Of
           that
           great
           Bird
           which
           he
           the
           most
           doth
           love
           ,
        
         
           That
           you
           may
           be
           assured
           by
           the
           sight
        
         
         
           That
           safe
           you
           shall
           agen
           return
           to
           Troy.
        
         
           For
           if
           that
           favour
           to
           you
           be
           deni'd
        
         
           I
           should
           advise
           you
           by
           all
           means
           to
           stay
           .
        
         
           And
           Priam
           then
           to
           Hecuba
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           This
           counsel
           (
           Wife
           )
           of
           yours
           with
           reason
           stands
           .
        
         
           Jove
           pleased
           is
           when
           to
           him
           men
           look
           up
           .
        
         
           For
           water
           then
           he
           call'd
           and
           washt
           his
           hands
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           his
           Wife
           receiv'd
           the
           golden
           Cup.
        
         
           Then
           looking
           up
           to
           Heav'n
           ,
           O
           Jove
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Of
           all
           the
           Gods
           most
           glorious
           high
           and
           great
           ,
        
         
           Grant
           me
           that
           I
           may
           well
           received
           be
        
         
           B'
           Achilles
           at
           his
           Tent
           ,
           and
           well
           retreat
           .
        
         
           And
           that
           thereof
           I
           may
           be
           confident
           ,
        
         
           Now
           shew
           me
           of
           your
           Bird
           a
           lucky
           flight
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Jove
           presently
           an
           Eagle
           sent
           ,
        
         
           Of
           colour
           spotted
           over
           black
           and
           white
           .
        
         
           As
           wide
           as
           is
           a
           Princes
           Gate
           or
           more
           ,
        
         
           So
           wide
           her
           Wings
           the
           mighty
           Eagle
           spreads
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           it
           over
           Ilium
           did
           soare
           ,
        
         
           The
           people
           joy'd
           to
           see
           it
           ore
           their
           heads
           .
        
         
           The
           old
           man
           then
           went
           up
           into
           his
           Seat
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           the
           City
           to
           the
           Plain
           did
           pass
           .
        
         
           The
           Waggon
           wherein
           lay
           the
           treasure
           great
        
         
           Before
           him
           driven
           by
           Idaeus
           was
           .
        
         
           And
           so
           far
           went
           his
           Sons
           ,
           and
           Sons-in-law
           ;
        
         
           And
           then
           return'd
           agen
           into
           the
           City
           .
        
         
           When
           Jupiter
           upon
           the
           way
           him
           saw
        
         
           In
           this
           estate
           he
           moved
           was
           with
           pity
           ;
        
         
           And
           unto
           Hermes
           turn'd
           his
           eyes
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Since
           you
           mens
           company
           do
           most
           frequent
           ,
        
         
           And
           whom
           you
           will
           can
           quickly
           hear
           and
           aid
           ,
        
         
           Go
           and
           guide
           Priam
           to
           Achilles
           Tent.
        
         
           But
           so
           as
           to
           be
           seen
           by
           none
           ,
           until
        
         
           He
           thither
           safely
           come
           .
           And
           Mercury
        
         
           No
           sooner
           understood
           his
           Fathers
           will
        
         
           But
           sets
           himself
           about
           it
           willingly
           .
        
         
           And
           first
           his
           Shoes
           unto
           his
           feet
           he
           binds
        
         
           Ambrosian
           Shoes
           that
           over
           Sea
           and
           Land
        
         
           Bear
           him
           as
           swift
           and
           lightly
           as
           the
           Winds
           ;
        
         
           And
           then
           his
           Rod
           he
           took
           into
           his
           hand
           ,
        
         
         
           Wherewith
           he
           layeth
           sleep
           on
           Mortal
           eyes
           ,
        
         
           And
           takes
           it
           off
           again
           when
           he
           thinks
           good
           .
        
         
           Then
           down
           to
           Troy
           and
           Hellespont
           he
           flies
        
         
           In
           likeness
           of
           a
           Youth
           of
           Royal
           blood
        
         
           When
           Doun
           begins
           t'
           appear
           upon
           his
           face
           .
        
         
           Idaeus
           now
           and
           Priam
           at
           the
           brink
        
         
           Of
           Xanthus
           were
           ,
           and
           night
           came
           on
           apace
           .
        
         
           And
           there
           they
           made
           their
           Mules
           and
           Horses
           drink
           .
        
         
           Idaeus
           neer
           them
           then
           saw
           Mercury
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           great
           fear
           to
           Priam
           cri'd
           ,
           I
           see
        
         
           A
           man
           (
           O
           Priam
           )
           coming
           .
           Let
           us
           fly
           ,
        
         
           Or
           to
           him
           go
           and
           fall
           down
           at
           his
           knee
           .
        
         
           And
           horribly
           was
           Priam
           then
           afraid
           ,
        
         
           His
           hair
           with
           fear
           upon
           him
           stood
           upright
           .
        
         
           Then
           Mercury
           unto
           him
           came
           ,
           and
           laid
        
         
           His
           hand
           on
           his
           ,
           and
           to
           him
           said
           ,
           'T
           is
           night
           ;
        
         
           What
           makes
           you
           be
           abroad
           ?
           Do
           you
           not
           fear
        
         
           Your
           Foes
           the
           Greeks
           ?
           If
           any
           of
           them
           knew
        
         
           That
           you
           were
           with
           so
           great
           a
           Treasure
           here
           ,
        
         
           In
           what
           a
           pitiful
           estate
           were
           you
           ?
        
         
           For
           you
           and
           he
           that
           's
           with
           you
           both
           are
           old
           ,
        
         
           And
           neither
           of
           you
           can
           himself
           defend
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           for
           any
           hurt
           from
           me
           ,
           be
           bold
           .
        
         
           I
           hither
           come
           t'
           assist
           you
           as
           a
           friend
           ,
        
         
           So
           like
           ,
           me
           thinks
           ,
           you
           to
           my
           Father
           are
           .
        
         
           And
           Priam
           then
           to
           Mercury
           repli'd
           ,
        
         
           'T
           is
           true
           you
           say
           .
           And
           yet
           the
           Gods
           a
           care
        
         
           Have
           of
           me
           still
           that
           send
           me
           such
           a
           Guide
           ,
        
         
           So
           great
           a
           man
           ,
           so
           comely
           ,
           and
           so
           wise
           ,
        
         
           That
           blessed
           are
           the
           Parents
           you
           begat
           .
        
         
           And
           Mercury
           to
           him
           again
           replies
           ,
        
         
           Indeed
           old
           man
           ,
           you
           say
           the
           truth
           in
           that
           .
        
         
           But
           whither
           bear
           you
           your
           best
           goods
           away
           ?
        
         
           To
           some
           strange
           City
           till
           the
           War
           be
           done
           ?
        
         
           Or
           are
           the
           Trojans
           all
           now
           leaving
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Since
           killed
           is
           the
           best
           of
           them
           ,
           your
           Son
        
         
           That
           might
           with
           any
           of
           the
           Greeks
           compare
           ?
        
         
           Tell
           me
           ,
           said
           Priam
           (
           pray
           ye
           )
           who
           are
           you
           ,
        
         
           And
           whence
           ye
           come
           ,
           and
           who
           your
           Parents
           are
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           my
           Son
           and
           his
           hard
           Fate
           you
           knew
           .
        
         
         
           You
           mean
           to
           try
           me
           now
           (
           said
           Mercury
           )
           .
        
         
           At
           th'
           Argive
           Ships
           I
           Hector
           frighted
           saw
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           he
           made
           the
           Greeks
           before
           him
           fly
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           he
           tost
           them
           in
           the
           Field
           like
           straw
           ,
        
         
           Where
           we
           stood
           by
           with
           wonder
           looking
           on
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           had
           forbidden
           us
           to
           fight
           .
        
         
           His
           man
           am
           I
           ,
           by
           birth
           a
           Myrmidon
           ,
        
         
           And
           stood
           amongst
           the
           rest
           to
           see
           the
           sight
           .
        
         
           My
           Father
           is
           Polyctor
           ,
           very
           rich
           ,
        
         
           But
           now
           an
           old
           man
           is
           and
           like
           to
           you
           .
        
         
           And
           seven
           Sons
           he
           has
           in
           all
           ,
           of
           which
        
         
           I
           am
           the
           last
           .
           And
           Lots
           at
           home
           we
           drew
        
         
           Which
           of
           us
           with
           Achilles
           should
           be
           sent
        
         
           To
           th'
           War
           of
           Troy.
           The
           Lot
           then
           fell
           to
           me
           .
        
         
           And
           with
           Achilles
           in
           his
           Ship
           I
           went.
        
         
           And
           hither
           come
           the
           place
           of
           fight
           to
           see
           .
        
         
           The
           Greeks
           by
           break
           of
           day
           will
           hither
           come
           ,
        
         
           And
           try
           if
           now
           the
           City
           they
           can
           win
           .
        
         
           Impatient
           of
           their
           stay
           at
           Ilium
        
         
           They
           cannot
           by
           their
           Leaders
           be
           kept
           in
           .
        
         
           Then
           Priam
           to
           him
           said
           again
           ,
           Since
           you
        
         
           Achilles
           Servant
           are
           ,
           is
           Hector
           yet
        
         
           At
           th'
           Argive
           Ships
           ,
           I
           pray
           you
           tell
           me
           true
           ,
        
         
           Or
           cut
           in
           joynts
           thrown
           to
           the
           Dogs
           to
           eat
           ?
        
         
           And
           Hermes
           unto
           this
           again
           replies
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Dogs
           nor
           Fowl
           upon
           him
           yet
           have
           fed
           ,
        
         
           But
           at
           the
           Ships
           he
           still
           neglected
           lies
           ,
        
         
           And
           though
           he
           have
           twelve
           days
           now
           there
           been
           dead
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           is
           his
           body
           uncorrupt
           ,
           and
           free
        
         
           From
           Worms
           that
           breed
           in
           other
           bodies
           slain
           .
        
         
           And
           though
           it
           ev'ry
           morning
           dragged
           be
        
         
           About
           Patroclus
           Tomb
           ,
           doth
           whole
           remain
        
         
           And
           undefac'd
           ,
           the
           bloud
           all
           washt
           away
           .
        
         
           You
           would
           admire
           to
           see
           him
           look
           so
           fresh
           ,
        
         
           And
           clensed
           of
           the
           filth
           that
           on
           him
           lay
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           his
           wounds
           how
           closed
           is
           the
           flesh
           ,
        
         
           Though
           many
           from
           the
           Greeks
           receiv'd
           he
           had
           .
        
         
           So
           kind
           the
           Gods
           were
           after
           he
           was
           dead
           .
        
         
           These
           words
           of
           Mercury
           made
           Priam
           glad
           .
        
         
           And
           thus
           again
           he
           to
           him
           answered
           .
        
         
         
           Yes
           ,
           yes
           ,
           't
           is
           good
           to
           give
           the
           Gods
           their
           due
           ,
        
         
           A
           thing
           that
           Hector
           never
           did
           omit
           .
        
         
           And
           therefore
           to
           him
           they
           this
           favour
           shew
           ,
        
         
           Although
           his
           Soul
           be
           in
           th'
           Infernal
           Pit.
        
         
           But
           now
           t'
           Achilles
           Tent
           be
           you
           my
           Guide
           ;
        
         
           And
           at
           my
           hand
           this
           handsome
           Cup
           receive
           .
        
         
           Again
           you
           try
           me
           (
           Mercury
           repli'd
           )
        
         
           I
           dare
           not
           tak
           't
           without
           Achilles
           leave
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           his
           anger
           in
           great
           fear
           I
           stand
           .
        
         
           Without
           a
           Bribe
           I
           'll
           with
           you
           go
           along
        
         
           To
           what
           place
           you
           think
           fit
           by
           Sea
           or
           Land.
        
         
           Though
           't
           were
           to
           Argos
           ;
           none
           shall
           do
           you
           wrong
           .
        
         
           For
           sure
           ,
           so
           wretchedly
           I
           do
           not
           look
           ,
        
         
           But
           that
           a
           man
           may
           of
           me
           stand
           in
           fear
           .
        
         
           Then
           up
           he
           leapt
           ,
           and
           in
           his
           hands
           he
           took
        
         
           The
           Whip
           and
           Reyns
           ,
           and
           serv'd
           as
           Charretier
           .
        
         
           When
           they
           were
           come
           to
           th'
           Argive
           Ditch
           and
           Wall
           ,
        
         
           The
           Watch
           that
           placed
           was
           the
           Gate
           to
           keep
           ,
        
         
           Their
           Supper
           to
           provide
           were
           busie
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           Mercury
           there
           laid
           them
           all
           asleep
           ,
        
         
           Took
           off
           the
           Bars
           ,
           the
           Gate
           wide
           open
           laid
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           Charret
           and
           the
           Waggon
           went
        
         
           With
           all
           the
           wealth
           for
           Hector
           to
           be
           paid
           ;
        
         
           And
           forward
           pass
           unto
           Achilles
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           Built
           for
           him
           by
           his
           Myrmidons
           ,
           and
           high
           ,
        
         
           With
           Fir-trees
           tall
           ,
           and
           cover'd
           over
           head
        
         
           (
           To
           keep
           it
           out
           of
           danger
           from
           the
           Sky
           )
        
         
           With
           the
           deep
           vesture
           of
           the
           flowry
           Mead
        
         
           And
           to
           it
           had
           a
           great
           Court
           pal'd
           about
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           Pale
           a
           high
           two-valved
           door
        
         
           For
           Chars
           and
           Waggons
           to
           go
           in
           and
           out
           ,
        
         
           And
           one
           great
           Bar
           of
           Fir-tree
           and
           no
           more
           ,
        
         
           So
           great
           that
           it
           requir'd
           three
           common
           men
        
         
           Upon
           the
           lofty
           Gate
           to
           set
           it
           on
           ,
        
         
           And
           three
           such
           men
           to
           take
           it
           off
           agen
           .
        
         
           None
           but
           Achilles
           shut
           it
           could
           alone
           .
        
         
           This
           Gate
           then
           Hermes
           open
           to
           him
           laid
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           Char
           and
           Waggon
           in
           he
           came
           ,
        
         
           Then
           leaping
           to
           the
           ground
           to
           Priam
           said
           ,
        
         
           Old
           Fath●●
           ,
           I
           a
           God
           Immortal
           am
        
         
         
           Hermes
           ,
           and
           hither
           sent
           to
           be
           your
           Guide
           ,
        
         
           From
           Heav'n
           on
           purpose
           by
           my
           Father
           Jove
           .
        
         
           But
           by
           Achilles
           I
           'll
           not
           here
           be
           spi'd
           .
        
         
           Gods
           must
           not
           shew
           to
           men
           such
           open
           love
           .
        
         
           But
           go
           you
           to
           Achilles
           in
           ,
           and
           try
        
         
           What
           favour
           from
           him
           at
           his
           knees
           you
           'll
           find
           ,
        
         
           And
           put
           him
           of
           his
           Son
           in
           memory
           ,
        
         
           And
           Father
           .
           That
           will
           work
           upon
           his
           mind
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           t'
           
             Olympus
             Hermes
          
           went
           his
           way
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           ground
           leapt
           Priam
           from
           his
           Charre
           ;
        
         
           And
           going
           in
           he
           bad
           Idaeus
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           the
           Mules
           and
           Horses
           have
           a
           care
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           at
           his
           Supper
           now
           was
           set
           ,
        
         
           And
           waiting
           on
           him
           stood
           Automedon
        
         
           And
           Alimus
           ,
           the
           Table
           standing
           yet
           ;
        
         
           But
           sup'd
           he
           had
           and
           appetite
           had
           none
           .
        
         
           His
           other
           friends
           at
           distance
           from
           him
           sat
           .
        
         
           And
           Priam
           to
           them
           then
           came
           in
           unseen
           ,
        
         
           And
           kist
           the
           hands
           there
           of
           Achilles
           ,
           that
        
         
           Of
           many
           of
           his
           Sons
           the
           death
           had
           been
           .
        
         
           As
           when
           a
           man
           that
           kill'd
           another
           has
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           another
           Prince
           for
           safety
           flies
           ,
        
         
           Men
           at
           him
           stare
           ;
           so
           he
           amazed
           was
        
         
           When
           he
           saw
           Priam
           stand
           before
           his
           eyes
           .
        
         
           The
           rest
           admir'd
           the
           comely
           man
           to
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           both
           on
           him
           and
           one
           another
           look
           .
        
         
           But
           Priam
           then
           upon
           Achilles
           knee
        
         
           Laid
           both
           his
           hands
           ,
           and
           thus
           unto
           him
           spoke
           .
        
         
           Godlike
           Achilles
           take
           into
           your
           thought
        
         
           Your
           Father
           that
           an
           old
           man
           is
           as
           I
           ,
        
         
           And
           into
           trouble
           by
           his
           Neighbours
           brought
           ,
        
         
           And
           has
           no
           friend
           on
           whom
           he
           may
           rely
           .
        
         
           Yet
           he
           has
           many
           Intervals
           of
           joy
           ,
        
         
           And
           thinking
           on
           his
           Son
           is
           comforted
        
         
           With
           hope
           to
           see
           him
           back
           return
           from
           Troy.
        
         
           Undone
           am
           I
           ;
           for
           all
           my
           hopes
           are
           fled
           .
        
         
           When
           th'
           Army
           of
           th'
           Achaeans
           landed
           here
           ,
        
         
           I
           by
           the
           Gods
           with
           fifty
           Sons
           was
           blest
           ;
        
         
           Whereof
           sixteen
           my
           Wife
           did
           to
           me
           bear
           ,
        
         
           And
           other
           women
           in
           my
           house
           the
           rest
           .
        
         
         
           But
           in
           this
           War
           the
           most
           of
           them
           are
           lost
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           by
           Mars
           reduced
           are
           to
           few
           .
        
         
           And
           Hector
           which
           of
           all
           I
           loved
           most
           ,
        
         
           Is
           lately
           ,
           O
           Achilles
           ,
           slain
           by
           you
           .
        
         
           His
           body
           to
           redeem
           I
           hither
           come
        
         
           With
           pretious
           Gifts
           ,
           and
           fall
           before
           your
           knee
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           may
           bury
           it
           in
           Ilium
           .
        
         
           Upon
           your
           Father
           think
           ,
           and
           pity
           me
           .
        
         
           Yet
           is
           my
           case
           more
           pitiful
           than
           his
           .
        
         
           For
           what
           calamity
           can
           greater
           be
        
         
           Than
           th'
           hands
           that
           have
           my
           Children
           kill'd
           to
           kiss
           ?
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Achilles
           wept
           .
           And
           from
           his
           knee
           ,
        
         
           With
           his
           ,
           the
           hands
           of
           Priam
           gently
           mov'd
           ;
        
         
           And
           then
           aloud
           they
           both
           lamented
           .
           He
        
         
           For
           Peleus
           ,
           and
           Patroclus
           whom
           he
           lov'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           Priam
           for
           his
           own
           calamitie
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           the
           house
           were
           heard
           to
           sigh
           and
           groan
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           ,
           when
           his
           fit
           of
           tears
           was
           laid
           ,
        
         
           And
           eased
           was
           his
           heart
           ,
           came
           from
           his
           Throne
           ,
        
         
           And
           rais'd
           th'
           old
           man
           that
           on
           his
           knees
           yet
           staid
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           spake
           .
           Alas
           ,
           old
           man
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           You
           much
           have
           suffer'd
           ,
           and
           your
           pain
           I
           feel
           .
        
         
           But
           how
           alone
           durst
           you
           to
           come
           to
           me
           ,
        
         
           That
           slew
           your
           Sons
           ,
           unless
           your
           heart
           be
           steel
           ?
        
         
           But
           come
           ,
           sit
           down
           .
           In
           vain
           lamenting
           is
           ,
        
         
           The
           hurt
           that
           's
           done
           tears
           cannot
           take
           away
           ,
        
         
           Since
           so
           't
           is
           order'd
           by
           the
           Gods
           in
           bliss
           ,
        
         
           That
           men
           shall
           live
           in
           pain
           ,
           and
           they
           in
           joy
           .
        
         
           Two
           Barrels
           in
           his
           Cellar
           Jove
           has
           still
        
         
           Of
           Gifts
           to
           be
           bestow'd
           on
           mortal
           Wights
           ,
        
         
           One
           full
           of
           Good
           ,
           the
           other
           full
           of
           Ill.
        
         
           And
           usually
           to
           mingle
           them
           delights
           .
        
         
           For
           they
           that
           only
           ill
           receive
           from
           Jove
        
         
           Exposed
           always
           are
           to
           injurie
           ,
        
         
           And
           begging
           up
           and
           down
           the
           world
           shall
           rove
           ,
        
         
           And
           both
           by
           Gods
           and
           Men
           despised
           be
           .
        
         
           So
           Peleus
           at
           the
           first
           receiv'd
           much
           good
           ,
        
         
           And
           did
           in
           wealth
           his
           Neighbours
           all
           surpass
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           Subjects
           in
           great
           honour
           stood
           ,
        
         
           And
           joyn'd
           in
           Wedlock
           to
           a
           Goddess
           was
           .
        
         
         
           But
           after
           this
           the
           Ill
           unto
           him
           came
        
         
           To
           leave
           no
           Child
           behind
           him
           to
           succeed
           ,
        
         
           But
           only
           me
           that
           so
           short
           lived
           am
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           him
           live
           to
           vex
           you
           and
           your
           seed
           .
        
         
           And
           you
           ,
           O
           Priam
           ,
           once
           were
           rich
           ,
           they
           say
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           that
           was
           in
           Lesbos
           did
           injoy
           ,
        
         
           And
           over
           all
           the
           Hellespont
           did
           sway
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           all
           Phrygia
           did
           you
           obey
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           great
           store
           of
           Children
           blest
           you
           were
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           you
           only
           fights
           and
           slaughter
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           patiently
           you
           
           Hector's
           death
           must
           bear
           .
        
         
           He
           cannot
           with
           your
           tears
           revived
           be
           ;
        
         
           Much
           sooner
           you
           may
           suffer
           greater
           ill
           .
        
         
           T'
           
             Achilles
             Priam
          
           then
           again
           replies
           ,
        
         
           O
           Thetis
           Son
           ,
           to
           sit
           I
           have
           no
           will
        
         
           Whilst
           at
           the
           Ships
           my
           Son
           unburi'd
           lies
           .
        
         
           But
           bring
           him
           forth
           that
           I
           my
           Son
           may
           see
           ,
        
         
           And
           you
           the
           Presents
           I
           have
           brought
           enjoy
           .
        
         
           And
           prosperous
           unto
           you
           may
           they
           be
           ,
        
         
           And
           safely
           I
           again
           return
           to
           Troy.
        
         
           Achilles
           angry
           then
           ,
           Old
           man
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
        
         
           Provoke
           me
           not
           .
           I
           'll
           put
           into
           your
           hand
        
         
           The
           body
           of
           your
           Son
           ,
           because
           to
           me
        
         
           From
           Jove
           my
           Mother
           came
           with
           that
           command
           .
        
         
           And
           very
           well
           I
           know
           you
           Priam
           are
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           you
           hither
           had
           a
           God
           for
           Guide
           .
        
         
           What
           mortal
           to
           the
           Army
           come
           would
           dare
           ?
        
         
           Or
           could
           have
           pass'd
           the
           Watch
           and
           not
           been
           spi'd
           ?
        
         
           Or
           open
           to
           you
           could
           the
           Gates
           have
           set
           ?
        
         
           Therefore
           take
           heed
           ,
           and
           anger
           me
           no
           more
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           the
           command
           of
           Jove
           I
           should
           forget
           ,
        
         
           And
           without
           Hector
           send
           you
           out
           adoor
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           old
           Priam
           was
           afraid
           and
           sat
           .
        
         
           Out
           went
           Achilles
           with
           Automedon
        
         
           And
           A●cimus
           ,
           his
           two
           good
           Servants
           ,
           that
        
         
           He
           lov'd
           the
           most
           ,
           Petroclus
           being
           gone
           .
        
         
           And
           they
           the
           Horses
           and
           the
           Mules
           unti'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           the
           Waggon
           in
           the
           Goods
           they
           brought
           ,
        
         
           Only
           (
           wherewith
           the
           body
           dead
           to
           hide
           )
        
         
           They
           left
           behind
           a
           handsome
           Robe
           and
           Coat
           .
        
         
         
           Achilles
           then
           his
           drudging
           Maids
           appointed
        
         
           To
           bear
           the
           body
           to
           some
           Chamber
           meet
           ,
        
         
           And
           see
           the
           same
           well
           washt
           and
           well
           anointed
           ,
        
         
           So
           secretly
           that
           Priam
           might
           not
           see
           't
           ,
        
         
           Lest
           grieved
           he
           should
           something
           do
           or
           say
           ,
        
         
           That
           might
           so
           far
           Achilles
           anger
           move
           ,
        
         
           That
           in
           his
           passion
           he
           should
           Priam
           slay
        
         
           Forgetting
           the
           Commandement
           of
           Jove
           .
        
         
           And
           being
           washt
           ,
           anointed
           ,
           and
           array'd
           ,
        
         
           Achilles
           laid
           the
           body
           on
           a
           bed
           ,
        
         
           Which
           his
           two
           Servants
           in
           the
           Waggon
           laid
           .
        
         
           This
           done
           ,
           he
           to
           Patroclus
           spake
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           O
           my
           Patroclus
           if
           you
           hear
           in
           Hell
        
         
           That
           
           Hector's
           body
           I
           have
           sent
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           Forgive
           me
           ,
           since
           I
           for
           it
           paid
           am
           well
        
         
           With
           Gifts
           ,
           whereof
           what
           's
           fit
           to
           you
           I
           'll
           pay
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           Achilles
           to
           his
           Tent
           retir'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           sat
           upon
           the
           Seat
           from
           whence
           he
           ris
           ,
        
         
           Your
           Son
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           is
           freed
           as
           you
           desir'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           a
           bed
           laid
           in
           your
           Waggon
           is
           .
        
         
           To
           morrow
           with
           him
           go
           by
           break
           of
           day
           .
        
         
           But
           let
           us
           not
           our
           Supper
           now
           forget
           ;
        
         
           For
           Niobe
           twelve
           Children
           lost
           ,
           they
           say
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           did
           she
           not
           for
           that
           refuse
           to
           eat
           .
        
         
           Six
           lusty
           Sons
           ,
           six
           Daughters
           fair
           they
           were
           ,
        
         
           And
           killed
           all
           ,
           only
           for
           saying
           this
           ,
        
         
           [
           Leto
           but
           two
           ,
           and
           she
           did
           many
           bear
           .
           ]
        
         
           By
           Phoebus
           they
           ,
           and
           these
           by
           Artemis
           ,
        
         
           The
           Goddess
           
           Leto's
           Daughter
           and
           her
           Son.
        
         
           Nine
           days
           and
           nights
           they
           lay
           unburied
           ;
        
         
           For
           Jove
           had
           chang'd
           the
           people
           into
           stone
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           the
           Gods
           with
           Earth
           them
           covered
           .
        
         
           Yet
           Niobe
           when
           she
           had
           weeping
           done
           ,
        
         
           Received
           food
           ;
           and
           now
           doth
           somewhere
           lie
        
         
           I'th'Woulds
           of
           S●pylus
           ,
           and
           turn'd
           to
           stone
        
         
           The
           hurt
           done
           by
           the
           Gods
           takes
           patientlie
           .
        
         
           Come
           then
           old
           man
           and
           lay
           your
           grief
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           for
           the
           present
           think
           upon
           your
           meat
           ,
        
         
           And
           weep
           for
           Hector
           when
           you
           come
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           For
           true
           it
           is
           your
           loss
           of
           him
           is
           great
           .
        
         
         
           This
           said
           ,
           forth
           goes
           Achilles
           ,
           and
           appoints
        
         
           A
           Sheep
           for
           supper
           to
           be
           kill'd
           and
           flayd
           ;
        
         
           Which
           straight
           was
           done
           ,
           and
           cut-out
           into
           joynts
           ,
        
         
           And
           pierc'd
           with
           Spits
           unto
           the
           fire
           was
           laid
           .
        
         
           And
           ,
           when
           it
           was
           well
           roasted
           ,
           taken
           up
           .
        
         
           Automedon
           o'th'Table
           laid
           the
           bread
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           made
           the
           Messes
           .
           Then
           they
           sup
           ,
        
         
           And
           on
           the
           meat
           they
           laid
           their
           hands
           and
           fed
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           of
           food
           they
           had
           no
           more
           desire
           ,
        
         
           Priam
           admir'd
           Achilles
           form
           and
           face
           .
        
         
           
             Achilles
             Priam
          
           did
           no
           less
           admire
           ,
        
         
           In
           his
           aspect
           and
           speech
           there
           was
           such
           grace
           .
        
         
           When
           on
           each
           other
           they
           had
           lookt
           enough
           ,
        
         
           Priam
           began
           ,
           and
           to
           Achilles
           spake
           .
        
         
           Dismiss
           me
           if
           you
           please
           
             (
             Achilles
          
           )
           now
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           a
           little
           sleep
           at
           last
           may
           take
           .
        
         
           For
           since
           my
           Son
           was
           slain
           ,
           I
           never
           slept
           ,
        
         
           But
           rolling
           on
           the
           soiled
           grass
           have
           li'n
        
         
           Perpetually
           ,
           and
           for
           him
           sigh'd
           and
           wept
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           until
           now
           touch'd
           either
           Meat
           or
           Wine
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           then
           to
           th'women
           gave
           command
        
         
           I'th'Porch
           without
           to
           set
           him
           up
           a
           bed
           ,
        
         
           With
           handsome
           Coverleds
           of
           Purple
           ,
           and
        
         
           With
           fine
           soft
           Blankets
           see
           it
           covered
           .
        
         
           The
           women
           quickly
           his
           Command
           obey'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           two
           Beds
           ready
           made
           i'th'Porch
           without
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           smiling
           then
           to
           Priam
           said
           ,
        
         
           Old
           man
           I
           from
           my
           Tent
           must
           turn
           you
           out
           ;
        
         
           Lest
           some
           man
           should
           from
           Agamemnon
           sent
        
         
           With
           counsel
           come
           and
           chance
           to
           see
           you
           here
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           him
           know
           that
           you
           are
           at
           my
           Tent
           ,
        
         
           And
           the
           Redemption
           of
           your
           Son
           deferre
           .
        
         
           But
           ere
           you
           go
           ,
           old
           man
           ,
           pray
           tell
           me
           right
        
         
           What
           time
           is
           needful
           for
           his
           Obsequies
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           so
           long
           may
           keep
           the
           Greeks
           from
           fight
           .
        
         
           Then
           Priam
           to
           Achilles
           thus
           replies
           .
        
         
           You
           know
           Achilles
           very
           well
           how
           farre
        
         
           The
           Hills
           and
           Woods
           are
           distant
           from
           the
           Town
           ,
        
         
           And
           how
           afraid
           to
           go
           the
           Trojans
           are
           .
        
         
           We
           need
           nine
           days
           to
           fetch
           the
           fewel
           down
           .
        
         
         
           The
           tenth
           he
           shall
           be
           burnt
           and
           buried
           .
        
         
           Th'
           eleventh
           a
           Mount
           upon
           him
           shall
           be
           laid
           .
        
         
           The
           twelvth
           we
           'll
           fight
           again
           if
           there
           be
           need
           .
        
         
           To
           this
           Achilles
           answered
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Old
           man
           ,
           the
           time
           you
           asked
           granted
           is
           .
        
         
           So
           long
           th'
           Achaeans
           shall
           from
           fight
           forbear
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           in
           
           Priam's
           hand
           he
           layed
           his
           ,
        
         
           That
           of
           his
           faith
           he
           might
           not
           stand
           in
           fear
           .
        
         
           There
           in
           the
           Porch
           slept
           Priam
           and
           Idaeus
           .
        
         
           And
           then
           unto
           his
           bed
           Achilles
           went.
        
         
           And
           there
           he
           slept
           ,
           and
           with
           him
           fair
           Brisëis
        
         
           Within
           an
           Inner
           Chamber
           of
           his
           Tent.
        
         
           The
           other
           Gods
           and
           Men
           slept
           all
           the
           night
           ,
        
         
           But
           sleep
           approached
           not
           to
           Hermes
           eyes
           ,
        
         
           But
           thinking
           lay
           on
           Priam
           ,
           how
           he
           might
        
         
           Conduct
           him
           safely
           from
           his
           Enemies
           .
        
         
           Then
           up
           he
           rose
           ,
           and
           went
           to
           
           Priam's
           head
        
         
           And
           to
           him
           said
           ,
           Ho
           ,
           Priam
           sleep
           you
           here
           ?
        
         
           Since
           you
           redeem'd
           have
           
           Hector's
           body
           dead
           ,
        
         
           You
           think
           you
           nothing
           farther
           have
           to
           fear
           .
        
         
           Although
           you
           for
           him
           paid
           a
           lusty
           price
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           if
           alive
           Atrides
           find
           you
           here
           ,
        
         
           Your
           Sons
           and
           friends
           shall
           pay
           that
           value
           thrice
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           he
           suddenly
           awakt
           with
           fear
           .
        
         
           And
           calling
           to
           Idaeus
           made
           him
           rise
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hermes
           to
           the
           Waggon
           and
           the
           Charre
        
         
           Himself
           the
           lab'ring
           Mules
           and
           Horses
           ties
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           into
           their
           Seats
           they
           mounted
           are
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           the
           Argive
           Camp
           then
           Hermes
           drove
        
         
           Unseen
           till
           past
           Scamander
           ford
           they
           were
           .
        
         
           Then
           Hermes
           left
           them
           and
           return'd
           to
           Jove
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           the
           morning
           was
           display'd
           and
           clear
           .
        
         
           Then
           sighing
           on
           they
           went
           to
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           But
           were
           by
           neither
           man
           nor
           woman
           spi'd
           ,
        
         
           Till
           up
           into
           the
           Tow'r
           of
           Pergamum
        
         
           Cassandra
           went
           ,
           and
           thence
           she
           them
           discri'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           weeping
           to
           the
           people
           cri'd
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Ye
           men
           and
           women
           all
           of
           Ilium
           ,
        
         
           If
           ever
           you
           at
           
           Hector's
           coming
           joy'd
           ,
        
         
           Run
           to
           the
           Gates
           ;
           I
           see
           him
           hither
           come
           .
        
         
         
           Then
           ,
           man
           nor
           woman
           left
           was
           in
           the
           Town
           ,
        
         
           But
           Hector
           to
           behold
           went
           to
           the
           Gate
           .
        
         
           First
           came
           his
           loving
           Wife
           and
           Mother
           down
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           Waggon
           by
           him
           weeping
           sate
           .
        
         
           The
           people
           in
           a
           throng
           about
           him
           staid
        
         
           Lamenting
           and
           lamented
           had
           all
           day
           ,
        
         
           But
           Priam
           from
           his
           Char
           unto
           them
           said
           ,
        
         
           Trojans
           ,
           unto
           the
           body
           dead
           give
           way
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           within
           the
           house
           I
           have
           it
           laid
           ,
        
         
           Then
           for
           him
           weep
           till
           you
           be
           satisfi'd
           .
        
         
           When
           this
           was
           said
           ,
           the
           people
           him
           obey'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           make
           way
           ,
           themselves
           they
           then
           divide
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           the
           house
           they
           brought
           the
           body
           in
           ,
        
         
           And
           plac'd
           it
           on
           a
           bed
           .
           Then
           Singers
           by
        
         
           They
           set
           ,
           the
           lamentation
           to
           begin
           .
        
         
           Their
           Song
           they
           sung
           ;
           to
           which
           the
           women
           sigh
           .
        
         
           Then
           to
           lament
           Andromache
           began
           .
        
         
           O
           my
           dear
           Husband
           you
           have
           lost
           your
           life
        
         
           Unhappily
           ,
           that
           were
           but
           a
           young
           man
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           a
           wretched
           Widow
           of
           your
           Wife
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           me
           left
           behind
           a
           tender
           Son
        
         
           To
           evil
           fate
           begot
           by
           you
           and
           me
           .
        
         
           To
           see
           him
           grow
           a
           man
           I
           hope
           have
           none
           ;
        
         
           This
           City
           first
           I
           fear
           destroy'd
           will
           be
           ,
        
         
           Since
           you
           are
           gone
           that
           was
           our
           sole
           defence
           .
        
         
           T'
           Achaia
           now
           the
           Wives
           of
           Troy
           must
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           them
           I.
           And
           you
           my
           Child
           must
           hence
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           vile
           work
           employ'd
           be
           by
           the
           Fo
           ,
        
         
           Or
           you
           may
           by
           some
           spightful
           man
           or
           other
        
         
           Be
           from
           the
           Wall
           or
           some
           high
           Tower
           thrown
        
         
           For
           
           Hector's
           sake
           ,
           that
           killed
           has
           his
           Brother
           ,
        
         
           Or
           Father
           ,
           or
           his
           Son
           before
           the
           Town
           .
        
         
           For
           many
           of
           the
           Greeks
           has
           Hector
           slain
           .
        
         
           He
           went
           not
           to
           the
           Battle
           bashfully
           .
        
         
           For
           which
           the
           Trojans
           now
           are
           in
           great
           pain
           ,
        
         
           And
           I
           your
           loving
           Wife
           especially
           .
        
         
           O
           that
           you
           thus
           should
           in
           the
           dust
           be
           laid
           ,
        
         
           And
           not
           give
           me
           your
           hand
           before
           you
           di'd
        
         
           Without
           a
           word
           upon
           your
           Death-bed
           said
        
         
           For
           me
           to
           think
           on
           .
           Then
           the
           women
           sigh'd
           .
        
         
         
           And
           Hecuba
           began
           .
           Hector
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
        
         
           Of
           all
           my
           Sons
           to
           me
           you
           were
           most
           dear
           .
        
         
           And
           when
           arrived
           was
           your
           Destinie
           ,
        
         
           You
           by
           the
           Gods
           ,
           though
           dead
           ,
           beloved
           were
           .
        
         
           My
           other
           Sons
           ,
           when
           any
           taken
           by
        
         
           Achilles
           were
           ,
           beyond
           Sea
           carri'd
           were
        
         
           And
           sold
           ,
           and
           made
           to
           suffer
           slavery
        
         
           At
           
             Samos
             ,
             Imbros
             ,
             Lemnos
          
           ,
           or
           elsewhere
           ;
        
         
           But
           when
           of
           life
           he
           had
           deprived
           you
        
         
           Because
           his
           friend
           Patroclus
           you
           had
           slain
           ,
        
         
           About
           his
           Monument
           he
           oft
           you
           drew
           ,
        
         
           Though
           that
           could
           not
           bring
           him
           to
           life
           again
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           he
           sent
           it
           to
           me
           has
           again
        
         
           As
           fresh
           and
           as
           well
           colour'd
           as
           if
           by
        
         
           
           Apollo's
           gentle
           Shafts
           he
           had
           been
           slain
           ,
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           agen
           the
           people
           sob
           and
           sigh
           .
        
         
           Then
           Helen
           took
           her
           turn
           .
           Hector
           ,
           said
           she
           ,
        
         
           Whom
           best
           I
           lov'd
           of
           all
           my
           Brother-laws
        
         
           (
           For
           you
           were
           so
           ,
           since
           Paris
           marri'd
           me
           ,
        
         
           Though
           when
           I
           marri'd
           him
           accurst
           I
           was
           )
        
         
           Now
           twenty
           years
           't
           is
           since
           I
           came
           to
           Troy
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           did
           an
           ill
           word
           from
           you
           hear
           ;
        
         
           And
           when
           your
           Kindred
           of
           me
           ill
           did
           say
           ,
        
         
           You
           took
           my
           part
           ,
           and
           made
           them
           to
           forbear
           .
        
         
           Since
           you
           are
           gone
           my
           joy
           is
           at
           an
           end
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           your
           death
           I
           moan
           my
           own
           estate
        
         
           That
           now
           amongst
           the
           Trojans
           have
           no
           friend
           ,
        
         
           Who
           hate
           me
           as
           the
           Author
           of
           their
           Fate
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           with
           tears
           ,
           provokt
           the
           peoples
           pity
           ;
        
         
           But
           Priam
           then
           unto
           them
           spake
           ,
           and
           said
           ,
        
         
           Go
           Trojans
           now
           and
           fetch
           wood
           to
           the
           City
           ;
        
         
           You
           need
           not
           of
           the
           Argives
           be
           afraid
           .
        
         
           Achilles
           when
           I
           parted
           from
           his
           Tent
        
         
           Eleven
           days
           allow'd
           my
           Son
           t'
           inter
        
         
           And
           fetch
           down
           wood
           without
           impediment
           ;
        
         
           So
           long
           the
           Argives
           should
           from
           fight
           forbear
           .
        
         
           This
           said
           ,
           to
           th'Hills
           with
           Oxen
           and
           with
           Wains
        
         
           And
           Mules
           they
           went
           ,
           and
           busie
           were
           about
        
         
           This
           work
           nine
           days
           together
           and
           took
           pains
           .
        
         
           Upon
           the
           tenth
           the
           body
           was
           brought
           out
           ,
        
         
         
           And
           on
           the
           top
           of
           the
           great
           wood-pile
           laid
           ,
        
         
           And
           fire
           put
           to
           't
           ;
           and
           all
           day
           long
           it
           burned
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           night
           .
           When
           morning
           was
           displai'd
           ,
        
         
           Again
           the
           Trojans
           to
           the
           Pile
           returned
           ,
        
         
           And
           th'Embers
           with
           black
           Wine
           extinguished
           .
        
         
           His
           bones
           then
           by
           his
           Brothers
           and
           his
           Kin
        
         
           Were
           from
           the
           ground
           together
           gathered
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           them
           to
           an
           Urn
           of
           Gold
           laid
           in
           .
        
         
           The
           Urn
           with
           Purple
           Robes
           then
           cover'd
           over
        
         
           Into
           a
           Grave
           (
           which
           soon
           was
           made
           )
           they
           laid
           .
        
         
           The
           Grave
           with
           many
           and
           great
           stones
           they
           cover
           .
        
         
           And
           last
           of
           all
           (
           because
           they
           were
           afraid
        
         
           Before
           their
           work
           were
           done
           the
           Greeks
           would
           come
           )
        
         
           They
           sent
           out
           Scouts
           on
           ev'ry
           side
           to
           spy
           .
        
         
           And
           ore
           his
           Grave
           in
           hast
           they
           raise
           a
           Tomb.
        
         
           This
           done
           ,
           away
           they
           went
           ,
           and
           by
           and
           by
        
         
           To
           
           Priam's
           house
           they
           came
           again
           ,
           and
           there
        
         
           He
           made
           a
           splendid
           Supper
           for
           them
           all
           .
        
         
           Then
           home
           they
           went
           well
           pleased
           with
           their
           chear
           .
        
         
           Thus
           ended
           noble
           
           Hector's
           Funeral
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .