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PREFACE. In the spring of 1862 I was induced, at the request of some personal friends, to print, for private circulation only, a small volume of "Translations of Poems Ancient and Modern," in which was included the first Book of the Iliad. The opinions expressed by some competent judges of the degree of success which had attended this "attempt to infuse into an almost literal English version something of the spirit, as well as the simplicity, of the great original," [Footnote: Introduction to unpublished volume.] were sufficiently favourable to encourage me to continue the work which I had begun. It has afforded me, in the intervals of more urgent business, an unfailing, and constantly increasing source of interest; and it is not without a feeling of regret at the completion of my task, and a sincere diffidence as to its success, that I venture to submit the result of my labour to the ordeal of public criticism. Various causes, irrespective of any demerits of the work itself, forbid me to anticipate for this translation any extensive popularity. First, I fear that the taste for, and appreciation of, Classical Literature, are greatly on the decline; next, those who have kept up their classical studies, and are able to read and enjoy the original, will hardly take an interest in a mere translation; while the English reader, unacquainted with Greek, will naturally prefer the harmonious versification and polished brilliancy of Pope's translation; with which, as a happy adaptation of the Homeric story to the spirit of English poetry, I have not the presumption to enter into competition. But, admirable as it is, Pope's Iliad can hardly be said to be Homer's Iliad; and there may be some who, having lost the familiarity with the original language which they once possessed, may, if I have at all succeeded in my attempt, have recalled to their minds a faint echo of the strains which delighted their earlier days, and may recognize some slight trace of the original perfume. Numerous as have been the translators of the Iliad, or of parts of it, the metres which have been selected have been almost as various: the ordinary couplet in rhyme, the Spenserian stanza, the Trochaic or Ballad metre, all have had their partisans, even to that "pestilent heresy" of the so-called English Hexameter; a metre wholly repugnant to the genius of our language; which can only be pressed into the service by a violation of every rule of prosody; and of which, notwithstanding my respect for the eminent men who have attempted to naturalize it, I could never read ten lines without being irresistibly reminded of Canning's "Dactylics call'st thou them? God help thee, silly one!" But in the progress of this work, I have been more and more confirmed in the opinion which I expressed at its commencement, that (whatever may be the extent of my own individual failure) "if justice is ever to be done to the easy flow and majestic simplicity of the grand old Poet, it can only be in the Heroic blank verse." I have seen isolated passages admirably rendered in other metres; and there are many instances in which a translation line for line and couplet for couplet naturally suggests itself, and in which it is sometimes difficult to avoid an involuntary rhyme; but the blank verse appears to me the only metre capable of adapting itself to all the gradations, if I may use

the term, of the Homeric style; from the finished poetry of the numerous similes, in which every touch is nature, and nothing is overcoloured or exaggerated, down to the simple, almost homely, style of some portions of the narrative. Least of all can any other metre do full justice to the spirit and freedom of the various speeches, in which the old warriors give utterance, without disguise or restraint, to all their strong and genuine emotions. To subject these to the trammels of couplet and rhyme would be as destructive of their chief characteristics, as the application of a similar process to the Paradise Lost of Milton, or the tragedies of Shakespeare; the effect indeed may be seen by comparing, with some of the noblest speeches of the latter, the few couplets which he seems to have considered himself bound by custom to tack on to their close, at the end of a scene or an act. I have adopted, not without hesitation, the Latin, rather than the Greek, nomenclature for the Heathen Deities. I have been induced to do so from the manifest incongruity of confounding the two; and from the fact that though English readers may be familiar with the names of Zeus, or Aphrodite, or even Poseidon, those of Hera, or Ares, or Hephaestus, or Leto, would hardly convey to them a definite signification. It has been my aim throughout to produce a translation and not a paraphrase; not indeed such a translation as would satisfy, with regard to each word, the rigid requirements of accurate scholarship; but such as would fairly and honestly give the sense and spirit of every passage, and of every line; omitting nothing, and expanding nothing; and adhering, as closely as our language will allow, ever to every epithet which is capable of being translated, and which has, in the particular passage, anything of a special and distinctive character. Of the many deficiencies in my execution of this intention, I am but too conscious; whether I have been in any degree successful, must be left to the impartial decision of such of the Public as may honour this work with their perusal. D. KNOWSLEY, OCT., 1864

NOTE TO THE FIFTH EDITION. The favourable reception which has been given to the first Editions of this work, far exceeding my most sanguine hopes, affords a gratifying proof how far, in my preface, I had overrated the extent to which the taste for, and appreciation of, Classical Literature had declined. It will not, I hope, be thought extraordinary that some errors and inaccuracies should have found their way into a translation executed, I must admit, somewhat hastily, and with less of the "limae labor" than I should have bestowed upon it, had I ventured to anticipate for it so extensive a circulation. My thanks, therefore, are due to those critics, who, either publicly or privately, have called my attention to passages in which the sense of the Author has been either incorrectly or imperfectly rendered. All of these I have examined, and have availed myself of several of the suggestions offered for their correction; and a careful revision of the whole work, and renewed comparison with the original, have enabled me to discover other defects, the removal of

which will, I hope, render the present Edition, especially in the eyes of Classical Scholars, somewhat more worthy of the favour which has been accorded to its predecessors. D. ST. JAMES'S SQUARE, _May,_ 1885.

ARGUMENT. THE CONTENTION OF ACHILLES AND AGAMEMNON. In the war of Troy, the Greeks having sacked some of the neighbouring towns, and taken from thence two beautiful captives, Chryseis and Briseis, allotted the first to Agamemnon, and the last to Achilles. Chryses, the father of Chryseis, and priest of Apollo, comes to the Grecian camp to ransom her; with which the action of the poem opens, in the tenth year of the siege. The priest being refused, and insolently dismissed by Agamemnon, entreats for vengeance from his god, who inflicts a pestilence on the Greeks. Achilles calls a council, and encourages Calchas to declare the cause of it, who attributes it to the refusal of Chryseis. The King being obliged to send back his captive, enters into a furious contest with Achilles, which Nestor pacifies; however, as he had the absolute command of the army, he seizes on Briseis in revenge. Achilles in discontent withdraws himself and his forces from the test of the Greeks; and complaining to Thetis, she supplicates Jupiter to render them sensible of the wrong done to her son, by giving victory to the Trojans. Jupiter granting her suit, incenses Juno, between whom the debate runs high, till they are reconciled by the address of Vulcan. The time of two-and-twenty days is taken up in this book; nine during the plague, one in the council and quarrel of the Princes, and twelve for Jupiter's stay among the Ethiopians, at whose return Thetis prefers her petition. The scene lies in the Grecian camp, then changes to Chrysa, and lastly to Olympus.

BOOK I. Of Peleus' son, Achilles, sing, O Muse, The vengeance, deep and deadly; whence to Greece Unnumbered ills arose; which many a soul Of mighty warriors to the viewless shades Untimely sent; they on the battle plain Unburied lay, a prey to rav'ning dogs, And carrion birds; but so had Jove decreed, From that sad day when first in wordy war, The mighty Agamemnon, King of men, Confronted stood by Peleus' godlike son.

Say then, what God the fatal strife provok'd? Jove's and Latona's son; he, filled with wrath Against the King, with deadly pestilence The camp afflicted,--and the people died,-For Chryses' sake, his priest, whom Atreus' son With scorn dismiss'd, when to the Grecian ships He came, his captive daughter to redeem, With costly ransom charg'd; and in his hand The sacred fillet of his God he bore, And golden staff; to all he sued, but chief To Atreus' sons, twin captains of the host: "Ye sons of Atreus, and ye well-greav'd Greeks, May the great Gods, who on Olympus dwell, Grant you yon hostile city to destroy, And home return in safety; but my child Restore, I pray; her proffer'd ransom take, And in his priest, the Lord of Light revere." Then through the ranks assenting murmurs ran, The priest to rev'rence, and the ransom take: Not so Atrides; he, with haughty mien, And bitter speech, the trembling sire address'd: "Old man, I warn thee, that beside our ships I find thee not, or ling'ring now, or back Returning; lest thou prove of small avail Thy golden staff, and fillet of thy God. Her I release not, till her youth be fled; Within my walls, in Argos, far from home, Her lot is cast, domestic cares to ply, And share a master's bed. For thee, begone! Incense me not, lest ill betide thee now." He said: the old man trembled, and obeyed; Beside the many-dashing Ocean's shore Silent he pass'd; and all apart, he pray'd To great Apollo, fair Latona's son: "Hear me, God of the silver bow! whose care Chrysa surrounds, and Cilia's lovely vale; Whose sov'reign sway o'er Tenedos extends; O Smintheus, hear! if e'er my offered gifts Found favour in thy sight; if e'er to thee I burn'd the fat of bulls and choicest goats, Grant me this boon--upon the Grecian host Let thine unerring darts avenge my tears." Thus as he pray'd, his pray'r Apollo heard: Along Olympus' heights he pass'd, his heart Burning with wrath; behind his shoulders hung His bow, and ample quiver; at his back Rattled the fateful arrows as he mov'd; Like the night-cloud he pass'd, and from afar He bent against the ships, and sped the bolt; And fierce and deadly twang'd the silver bow. First on the mules and dogs, on man the last, Was pour'd the arrowy storm; and through the camp, Constant and num'rous, blaz'd the fun'ral fires. Nine days the heav'nly Archer on the troops Hurl'd his dread shafts; the tenth, th' assembled Greeks

Achilles call'd to council; so inspir'd By Juno, white-arm'd Goddess, who beheld With pitying eyes the wasting hosts of Greece. When all were met, and closely throng'd around, Rose the swift-footed chief, and thus began: "Great son of Atreus, to my mind there seems, If we would 'scape from death, one only course, Home to retrace our steps: since here at once By war and pestilence our forces waste. But seek we first some prophet, or some priest, Or some wise vision-seer (since visions too From Jove proceed), who may the cause explain, Which with such deadly wrath Apollo fires: If for neglected hecatombs or pray'rs He blame us; or if fat of lambs and goats May soothe his anger and the plague assuage." This said, he sat; and Thestor's son arose, Calchas, the chief of seers, to whom were known The present, and the future, and the past; Who, by his mystic art, Apollo's gift, Guided to Ilium's shore the Grecian fleet. Who thus with cautious speech replied, and said; "Achilles, lov'd of Heav'n, thou bidd'st me say Why thus incens'd the far-destroying King; Therefore I speak; but promise thou, and swear, By word and hand, to bear me harmless through. For well I know my speech must one offend, The Argive chief, o'er all the Greeks supreme; And terrible to men of low estate The anger of a King; for though awhile He veil his wrath, yet in his bosom pent It still is nurs'd, until the time arrive; Say, then, wilt thou protect me, if I speak?" Him answer'd thus Achilles, swift of foot: "Speak boldly out whate'er thine art can tell; For by Apollo's self I swear, whom thou, O Calchas, serv'st, and who thy words inspires, That, while I live, and see the light of Heav'n, Not one of all the Greeks shall dare on thee, Beside our ships, injurious hands to lay: No, not if Agamemnon's self were he, Who 'mid our warriors boasts the foremost place." Embolden'd thus, th' unerring prophet spoke: "Not for neglected hecatombs or pray'rs, But for his priest, whom Agamemnon scorn'd, Nor took his ransom, nor his child restor'd; On his account the Far-destroyer sends This scourge of pestilence, and yet will send; Nor shall we cease his heavy hand to feel, Till to her sire we give the bright-ey'd girl, Unbought, unransom'd, and to Chrysa's shore A solemn hecatomb despatch; this done, The God, appeas'd, his anger may remit." This said, he sat; and Atreus' godlike son, The mighty monarch, Agamemnon, rose,

And woe to him. Ulysses. replied: "Haughtiest of men. obedient to the God! And if Heav'n will that we the strong-built walls Of Troy should raze. but aught of good Thou never yet hast promis'd. or Idomeneus. and his eyes Flashing like flames of fire. Or Ajax. If then the valiant Greeks for me seek out Some other spoil. "Oh." To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: "Think not. To me not less than Clytemnestra dear. nor perform'd. nor o'erreach." To whom Achilles. on Calchas first A with'ring glance he cast. on whomsoe'er I call! But this for future counsel we remit: Haste we then now our dark-ribb'd bark to launch. wrest his prey. My virgin-wedded wife. and thus he spoke. nor less adorn'd In gifts of form.His dark soul fill'd with fury. and in chief command Let some one of our councillors be plac'd. the most ambitious of them all. Lest empty-handed I alone appear Of all the Greeks." To whom Achilles thus with scornful glance. Nor can we now resume th' apportion'd spoil. or of mind. swift of foot. I with my own right hand Will from some other chief. ye see. Muster a fitting crew. or Ulysses. That so our rites may soothe the angry God. some compensation just. of feature. not their death. And that I rather chose herself to keep. cloth'd in shamelessness! oh. Thou shalt not so persuade me. Think'st thou to keep thy portion of the spoil. And now among the Greeks thou spread'st abroad Thy lying prophecies. fourfold recompense assign. then last embark The fair Chryseis. "Prophet of ill! thou never speak'st to me But words of evil omen. valiant though thou art In fight. for that I Refus'd the ransom of my lovely prize. Or thou. if it must he so. for thy soul Delights to augur ill. Achilles. Restore the maid. While I with empty hands sit humbly down? The bright-ey'd girl thou bidd'st me to restore. from thee perchance. and godlike. I wish my people's safety. to defraud me thus. I give her back. 'Tis well: if not. But seek me out forthwith some other spoil. And how I lose my present share. Ajax. our warriors will to thee A threefold. for this would ill beseem. has been already shar'd. sordid soul! . that all these ills Come from the Far-destroyer. and place on board The sacred hecatomb. and greediest of the prey! How shall our valiant Greeks for thee seek out Some other spoil? no common fund have we Of hoarded treasures. what our arms have won From captur'd towns. Yet.

For Menelaus and for thee. while I. I mean. forsooth. To fill thy coffers with the spoils of war. from Heav'n came down Minerva. and with mine own good crew. and. if such thy mind! I ask thee not On mine account to stay. for thou delight'st in nought But war and strife: thy prowess I allow. myself." Thus while he spake. With thee." Whom answer'd Agamemnon. others there are Will guard my honour and avenge my cause: And chief of all. To Phthia now I go. And in his manly breast his heart was torn With thoughts conflicting--whether from his side To draw his mighty sword. But while in mind and spirit thus he mus'd. O void of shame! with thee we sail'd. others too may fear To rival me. King of men: "Fly then. white-arm'd Queen. Jove! Of all the Heav'n-born Kings. if thou wilt. Ev'n from thy tent. that henceforth thou know How far I am thy master. Whose love and care both chiefs alike enjoy'd. In mine own ship. Achilles chaf'd with rage. Return then. is the gift of Heav'n. and keep his anger down. And half unsheath'd his sword. But when the day of distribution comes. . or my horses. ingrate. home. the Lord of counsel. never sought In Phthia's fertile. Thine is the richest spoil. Must be too well content to bear on board Some paltry prize for all my warlike toil. or despis'd. in the contentious fight The larger portion of the toil is mine. to kill th' insulting King. taught By thine example. and Greeks bestow'd. for wide between us lay The shadowy mountains and the roaring sea. All this hast thou forgotten. and leave thee here But little like. Glory and fame on Trojan crests to win. The fair Briseis. And threat'nest now to wrest from me the prize I labour'd hard to win. dishonouring me. Her I send forth.How canst thou hope that any Greek for thee Will brave the toils of travel or of war? Well dost thou know that 't was no feud of mine With Troy's brave sons that brought me here in arms. remember. sent by Juno. life-sustaining fields To waste the crops. they never drove My cattle. They never did me wrong. thou art the man I hate the most. To steer my homeward course. I deem. and that. Yet this. Or school his soul. and lord it there Over thy Myrmidons! I heed thee not! I care not for thy fury! Hear my threat: Since Phoebus wrests Chryseis from my arms. so better far. When on some populous town our troops have made Successful war. with thy vessels. and thrusting by Th' assembled throng. And with thy followers. Nor does my portion ever equal thine. to bear thy prize. in her stead. and brave me to my face.

with undiminish'd wrath. and now 'tis borne Emblem of justice. visible To him alone. since all around the axe Hath lopp'd both leaf and bark. when for this insolence A threefold compensation shall be thine. wond'ring. and curb thy wrath. then. In words. which never more Shall put forth leaf nor spray. Who guard the sacred ministry of law Before the face of Jove! a mighty oath! The time shall come. But this I promise. with eye of dog. these broils. But Peleus' son. Atrides thus with bitter words address'd: "Thou sot." Whom answer'd thus Achilles. Heart-rent. But this I say. Whom thus the chief with winged words address'd: "Why com'st thou. Girt with thy troops. to Minerva's word Obedient: she her heav'nward course pursued To join th' Immortals in th' abode of Jove. Thy fury. since first it left Upon the mountain-side its parent stem. and will make it good. and thou the while." To whom the blue-ey'd Goddess thus replied: "From Heav'n I came. nor with a chosen few To man the secret ambush--for thou fear'st To look on death--no doubt 'tis easier far. and heart of deer! Who never dar'st to lead in armed fight Th' assembled host. I needs must yield to your commands. swift of foot: "Goddess. Indignant though I be--for so 'tis best." . this insult were thy last. of them his pray'rs are heard. if thou wilt hear. and straight he knew The blue-eyed Pallas. By this my royal staff. and will make good my words. awful was her glance. This insolence may cost him soon his life. When by the warrior-slayer Hector's hand Many shall fall. assail him as thou wilt. The time shall come. white-arm'd Queen. indeed. and draw not thus thy sword. and flung his mighty sword Back to its scabbard. when all the sons of Greece Shall mourn Achilles' loss." He said: and on the silver hilt he stay'd His pow'rful hand. and by the yellow hair She held the son of Peleus. to plunder of his right Whoe'er may venture to oppose thy will! A tyrant King. Nor blossom more. and then thy soul shall mourn The slight on Grecia's bravest warrior cast. turn'd. shalt be all-impotent to aid. Cease. sent by Juno. by the sons of Greece. to curb. Achilles.She stood behind. and with an oath confirm. Who hears the Gods. child of aegis-bearing Jove? To see the arrogance of Atreus' son? But this I say. Whose love and care ye both alike enjoy. because thou rul'st o'er slaves! Were it not so. Only be sway'd by me. by all the rest unseen.

and ne'er shall see." To whom the monarch. o'er all to reign. Could I submit to make thy word my law. And o'er the third he now held royal sway. And took his seat. and for Priam's sons! What exultation for the men of Troy. for wider is his sway. in wrath. Nor thou. and of the forest beasts Strove with the mightiest. Exadius. but Nestor interpos'd. To all to dictate. And hear ye also. With them I play'd my part. Agamemnon. as to Atrides. in whom the Greeks From adverse war their great defender see. seek not to me . To others thy commands. in years. at least. Gave they unbridled license to his tongue?" To whom Achilles. on th' other side. and their rage subdued. from Pylos' shore I join'd my forces. and their call obey'd. giv'n. and they despis'd me not. for ne'er to sceptred King Hath Jove such pow'rs. Two generations of the sons of men For him were past and gone. from whose persuasive lips Sweeter than honey flowed the stream of speech. Grant that the Gods have giv'n him warlike might. my voice obey'd. hear my words. of all the Greeks The first in council. full of wisdom are thy words. Ye both must yield to me. who with himself Were born and bred on Pylos' lovely shore. I pray. The smooth-tongued chief. Atrides burn'd. curb thy wrath! while I beseech Achilles to forbear. To hear of feuds 'tween you. AEgeus' more than mortal son. Yet they my counsels heard. But this proud chief o'er all would domineer. with them. and the first in fight! Yet. and Goddess-born. with golden studs emboss'd. Pelides. Coeneus. wise and brave. thus: "Coward and slave indeed I might be deem'd. with the monarch strive In rivalry. which I will not bear. The mightiest they. He thus with prudent words the chiefs address'd: "Alas. Atrides. but let him keep The spoil assign'd him by the sons of Greece. O'er all he seeks to rule. and upon the ground He cast his staff. though great thou be.Thus spoke Pelides. attempt to rob Achilles of his prize. not one Would dare to fight of mortals now on earth. Abler in counsel. thus: "O father. and in times past I liv'd with men. for my words are wise. godlike Polypheme. And valiant though thou art. Yet mightier he. interrupting. the leader of the Pylian host. greater than yourselves. Such men I never saw. The mightiest they among the sons of men. As Pirithous and Dryas. alas! what grief is this for Greece! What joy for Priam. Nestor. And Theseus. Nor thou. With them from distant lands.

and plac'd on board The sacred hecatomb. but witness ye. and in your hand Back with you thence the fair Briseis bring: If he refuse to send her. nor dar'd accost him. And. the sage Ulysses. is my just offence. and ponder what I say: For the fair girl I fight not (since you choose To take away the prize yourselves bestow'd) With thee or any one. and faithful followers. Next. with reluctant steps they pass'd Along the margin of the wat'ry waste. Their chief they found Sitting beside his tent and dark-ribb'd ship. But hear me speak. not well pleas'd: With troubled mien. they purified. And give her to their hands. and in the sea. Upon the margin of the wat'ry waste. the assembly was dispers'd. and awe-struck by the King. With his own followers. . Before the blessed Gods and mortal men. And to the face of that injurious King. Go. The camp thus occupied. But with Atrides. Thy life-blood soon should reek upon my spear. With twenty rowers mann'd. to his side Calling Talthybius and Eurybates. perchance. proclamation through the camp was made To purify the host. They stood. and in chief command Laertes' son. wreath'd in smoke. Achilles mark'd their coming. then last embark'd The fair Chryseis. and address'd them thus: "Welcome. plac'd. the King pursued His threaten'd plan of vengeance. but of the rest My dark swift ship contains. against my will On nought shalt thou. ye messengers of Gods and men. and with stern command Dismiss'd them. Till to the tents and ships they came. and Menoetius' son. Patroclus. They swiftly sped along the wat'ry way. I myself With a sufficient force will bear her thence. where lay The warlike Myrmidons. thus he spoke: "Haste to Achilles' tent." So spake the monarch. Obedient to the word. bring the maiden forth. the worse for him. The chiefs arose. Heralds. unpunish'd. lay thy hand. but himself Divin'd their errand. Heralds! approach in safety. not with you." After this conflict keen of angry speech. then. Make trial if thou wilt. Achilles to his tents and ships withdrew. that these may know. Then to Apollo solemn rites perform'd With faultless hecatombs of bulls and goats.To dictate. for I follow thee no more. the savour rose to Heav'n. Which he may find. Who for the fair Briseis sends you here. But Atreus' son launch'd a swift-sailing bark.

full of fury. And fast the people fell. He neither heeds experience of the past Nor scans the future. The old man turn'd in sorrow. and hither bore the spoil. rose. provident how best To guard his fleet and army from the foe. "Why weeps my son? and whence his cause of grief? Speak out. Groaning." Weeping. And utter'd threats. Against the Greeks he bent his fatal bow. blinded by his rage. the wide-ruling King. Beside her son she stood. Hath wrested from me. to all he sued. With costly ransom charg'd. "Thou know'st." To whom Achilles. and in his hand The sacred fillet of his God he bore. his Goddess-mother heard. and still holds. The spoils were fairly by the sons of Greece Apportion'd out." He spoke: obedient to his friend and chief. but his pray'r Phoebus Apollo heard. which he hath now fulfill'd. With outstretch'd hands. from shameful rout To save his followers. and share thy pain. Whereat Atrides. who lov'd him well. For Chryses' daughter to her native land . he spoke. but chief To Atreus' sons. Then through the ranks assenting murmurs ran. Apollo's priest. I then. swift of foot. The priest to rev'rence. gave counsel to appease his wrath. that I may hear. my prize. twin captains of the host. to free his child. "Oh. on ev'ry side Throughout the camp the heav'nly arrows flew. A skilful seer at length the cause reveal'd Why thus incens'd the Archer-God. Upon the margin of the hoary sea Sat idly gazing on the dark-blue waves. replied. Patroclus led the fair Briseis forth. and said.When he shall need my arm. She gently touch'd him with her hand. and the ransom take: Not so Atrides. Beside her aged father where she sat In the deep ocean-caves: ascending quick Through the dark waves. like to a misty cloud. And golden staff. And gave her to their hands. they to the ships Retrac'd their steps. Eetion's sacred town. he. The first. and with them the fair girl Reluctant went: meanwhile Achilles. mother! since thy son To early death by destiny is doom'd. the trembling sire dismiss'd. Olympian Jove. and as he wept. but now disgrace is mine. And to his Goddess-mother long he pray'd. Came to th' encampment of the brass-clad Greeks. I might have hop'd the Thunderer on high. And storm'd the walls. from all the band apart. Since Agamemnon. and to Atrides' share The beauteous daughter of old Chryses fell. what boots to tell thee all? On Thebes we march'd. with honour would have crown'd My little space. Chryses. with haughty mien And bitter words. plung'd In bitter grief.

. Since yesternight. against the Greeks Thine anger nurse. On the twelfth day he purpos'd to return To high Olympus. Fly to Olympus. meanwhile. by word or deed. Ulysses. thus replied: "Alas. and quickly struck And stow'd away the mast. assign'd me by the sons of Greece. and lower'd to the hold. and supplicate his aid For Troy's brave warriors. Brises' fair daughter. protect thine injur'd son. Saturn's cloud-girt son Didst shield from foul disgrace. from my tent e'en now The heralds bear away. that the routed Greeks Back to their ships with slaughter may be driv'n. whom Briareus Th' immortal Gods. and cast their anchors out." Thus he. And make thy pray'r to him. thy complaints I bear. Slack'd the retaining shrouds. And he. thither then will I. with his sacred freight. and Minerva join'd. Thou by thy ships. alone Of all th' Immortals. With chains to bind him. and when his bark Had reach'd the shelter of the deep sea bay. and Neptune. He. to the throne of Jove. Meantime. Juno. Who wields the thunder. in my father's house. in pride of conscious strength: Fear seiz'd on all the Gods. if on his heart Thou hast in truth. mightier than his father. how thou. Then. nor did they dare To bind their King: of this remind him now. Goddess. thou Didst set him free. and from the fight abstain. she disappear'd. O Goddess. At once to early death and sorrows doom'd Beyond the lot of man! in evil hour I gave thee birth! But to the snow-clad heights Of great Olympus. on AEthiopia's shore." This said. and not a lengthened term. I think. and men AEgeon call. And to his feet my supplication make. and Thetis. and left him there Musing in anger on the lovely form Tom from his arms by violence away.In a swift-sailing ship the keen-ey'd Greeks Have sent. then. a claim. and with him all the Gods. when all the rest. weeping. I oft have heard thee boast. and insult! since by fate Few years are thine. then with their sweeps Pull'd for the beach. took his seat By Saturn's side. If thou hast pow'r. invoking to his aid Him of the hundred arms. that e'er I gave thee birth! Would that beside thy ships thou could'st remain From grief exempt. Their sails they furl'd. with costly off'rings to the God: But her. my child. thou. And Agamemnon's haughty self may mourn The slight on Grecia's bravest warrior cast. Arriv'd at Chrysa's strand. For I remember. That all may taste the folly of their King. And clasp his knees. to the feet of Jove. For Jove is to a solemn banquet gone Beyond the sea. will not deny my suit.

they drew them back. above them plac'd The due meat-off'rings. aveng'd my cause. who now incens'd With grievous suff'ring visits all our host. And when the rosy-finger'd morn appear'd. before them all With hands uplifted Chryses pray'd aloud: "Hear me. Their pray'rs concluded. as on she rush'd Skimming the seas. The wise in counsel. To thee I come. Her to the altar straight Ulysses led. Back to the camp they took their homeward way A fav'ring breeze the Far-destroyer sent: They stepp'd the mast. he with joy Receiv'd his child. and the feast prepar'd. Their labours ended. and Chryseis last. nor lacked there aught. well pleas'd. their hands then washed. All day they sought the favour of the God. and the salt cake strew'd Upon the victims' heads. and grant what now I ask. and stay the plague. Whose sov'reign sway o'er Tenedos extends! Once hast thou heard my pray'r. King of men. arm'd with the five-fork'd prongs Th' attendant ministers beside him stood.And made her fast with cables to the shore. and shades of night O'erspread the sky. then the aged priest The cleft wood kindled. as he pray'd. And to thy God. Hear yet again. and libations pour'd Of ruddy wine. if haply so We may appease his wrath. Th' attendant youths the flowing goblets crown'd. upon the Greeks' behalf. from Agamemnon. upon the sandy beach Close to their ship they laid them down to rest. And the salt cake prepar'd. and Cilla's lovely vale. To offer sacrifice. They shared the social meal. God of the silver bow! whose care Chrysa surrounds. The thighs consum'd with fire. and spread the snowy sail: Full in the midst the bellying sail receiv'd The gallant breeze. The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. and the sacred hecatomb To great Apollo. . thy daughter to restore. and address'd him thus: "Chryses. the strain receiv'd But when the sun was set. and from the fire withdrew. his pray'r Apollo heard. Withdraw thy chast'ning hand. the rest upon the spits Roasted with care. the inward parts They tasted first. And pour'd thy fury on the Grecian host. and the praise Of Phoebus: he. and cut her wat'ry way. then cutting from the thighs The choicest pieces. And slew." Thus. And in fit order serv'd the cups to all." Then to her sire he gave her. and round the vessel's prow The dark waves loudly roar'd. and flay'd. in her father's hand He plac'd the maiden. the sacred hecatomb Around the well-built altar for the God In order due they plac'd. Then on the shingly breakwater themselves They landed. and in double layers O'erspreading them with fat. The glorious paeans chanting.

insulted now By mighty Agamemnon. Of mortals shortest-liv'd. Hear now my pray'r! Avenge my hapless son. But when the twelfth revolving day was come. and give him honour due. Back to Olympus' heights th' immortal Gods. Lo. But silent sat. And leave to me the furth'rance of thy suit. mindful of her son's request. Then through the camp they took their sev'ral ways. Rose from the ocean wave. when her bitter words Assail me. the Cloud-compeller spoke: "Sad work thou mak'st. nor the battle-field. That I may learn. How far I stand the lowest in thine eyes. And all Olympus trembled at his nod. Or be recall'd. that Greeks may learn how much They need my son. Her right approached his beard. together all return'd. for full oft amid the Gods She taunts me. then Thetis clasp'd his knees. But Jove. Olympian. and her suit renew'd: "Give me thy promise sure. no more he sought The honour'd council.Arriv'd where lay the wide-spread host of Greece." Then. and the courts of Heav'n. Jove at their head. in bidding me oppose My will to Juno's. And well among th' immortal Gods is known The solemn import of that pledge from me: For ne'er my promise shall deceive. that I aid the Trojan cause. Chafing with rage repress'd. Meantime. . and suppliant thus She made her pray'r to Saturn's royal son: "Father. Lord of counsel. at his feet She sat. and strongly shor'd her up. And plunder'd of his lawful spoils of war. if e'er amid th' immortal Gods By word or deed I did thee service true. swift of foot. But wore his soul away." She said: the Cloud-compeller answer'd not. I nod my head. Then Thetis. if with a nod confirm'd. Thou Avenge his cause. The Heav'n-born son of Peleus. Their dark-ribb'd vessel on the beach they drew High on the sand. and give to Trojan arms Such strength and pow'r. King of men. And hung about him. and inly pin'd For the fierce joy and tumult of the fight. Th' all-seeing son of Saturn there she found Sitting apart upon the topmost crest Of many-ridg'd Olympus." He said. and while her left hand clasp'd his knees. that Juno see thee not. Or else refuse (for thou hast none to fear). Wav'd on th' immortal head th' ambrosial locks. of all th' immortal Gods. much disturb'd. to confirm thy faith. But thou return. and nodded with his shadowy brows. beside the ships Achilles sat. or fail. thy gracious nod. and sped in haste To high Olympus.

I think. but rather thus Be alien'd from my heart--the worse for thee! If this be so. or heretofore. Yet fear I in my soul thou art beguil'd By wiles of Thetis. and bring Destructive slaughter on the Grecian host. nor curiously inquire." To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: "Presumptuous. white-arm'd Queen of Heav'n: "Sad were't. dread son of Saturn. Then on his throne he sat. deceiver. and has. curbing her spirit down. And kindle broils in Heav'n. Thou wilt avenge Achilles' cause. but what I in secret plan. all my mind to know. indeed. I wait thy gracious will to hear. and grievous to be borne. The daughter of the aged Ocean-God. Lest all th' Immortals fail. and my words obey. Let me advise my mother (and I know That her own reason will my words approve) . Juno. silver-footed Queen. it is my sov'reign will." Whom answer'd thus the stag-ey'd Queen of Heav'n: "What words. so should our feast By evil influence all its sweetness lack. Seek not to know." To whom the Sire of Gods and men replied: "Expect not. and embrac'd Thy knees. or now. Juno. Thy secret thoughts to know." He said. who was she with whom Thou late held'st council? ever 'tis thy way Apart from me to weave thy secret schemes. if I be wroth. Yet shalt thou not prevail. and with soothing words address'd His mother. Nor dost thou freely share with me thy mind. but not unmark'd Of Juno's eye had been the council held In secret with the silver-footed Queen. and terror seiz'd the stag-ey'd Queen: Silent she sat. My wife thou art. But now. whate'er I deem it fit That thou shouldst know. yet would such knowledge be Too much for thee. and watchest all I do. nor God nor man shall hear Before thee. Jove to his palace. If for the sake of mortal men you two Should suffer angry passions to arise. Vulcan. And with sharp words she thus addressed her Lord: "Tell me. at his entrance all Rose from their seats at once. what thou think'st fit To tell. the skill'd artificer. The daughter of the aged Ocean-God. keep silence. dost thou speak? Ne'er have I sought. To rescue thee from my resistless hand.They parted thus: from bright Olympus' heights The Goddess hasted to her ocean-caves. then first Broke silence. to thy busy thoughts thou giv'st Too free a range. not one presum'd To wait his coming. but advanc'd to meet. thy promise sure. And all the Gods in pitying sorrow mourn'd. For she was with thee early.

the golden-throned Queen. persuading him to lead the army to battle in order to make the Greeks sensible of their want of Achilles. THE TRIAL OF THE ARMY AND CATALOGUE OF THE FORCES. And with the setting sun. to rest. though griev'd in heart. Dear as thou art. where for each The crippled Vulcan. He seiz'd me by the foot. all the day I fell. in order due. the white-armed Goddess smil'd. and that they should put a stop to them if the proposal was embraced. With wondrous skill a noble house had rear'd. Nor Muses' voice. by Phoebus touch'd. but fears the army was discouraged by his absence and the late plague. for 'tis hard to strive with Jove. where he was wont of old. in pursuance of the request of Thetis. and from the flagon pour'd The luscious nectar. if such his will. from. And I. ARGUMENT. who is deluded with the hopes of taking Troy without his assistance. And by the Sintian people kindly nurs'd. he rose. there was I found. So shall his favour soon again be ours." This said. Jupiter. Nor lack'd the banquet aught to please the sense. And. He first communicates his design to the princes in council that he would propose a return to the soldiers. as thus he spoke: "Have patience. He minister'd. on Lemnos' isle Lighted. his hand receiv'd the cup. by his side. behold thee brought to shame. Then to th' Immortals all. and hurl'd me down From Heav'n's high threshold. For Jove. at sight Of Vulcan hobbling round the spacious hall. Nor sound of tuneful lyre. as well as by length of time. And. lest perchance these eyes. Thus they till sunset pass'd the festive hours. matchless architect. Might hurl us from our seats (so great his pow'r). But thou address him still with gentle words. there he slept. who in alternate strains Responsive sang: but when the sun had set. smiling. When overcome by gentle sleep. sends a deceitful vision to Agamemnon. the lightning's Lord. Each to his home departed. mother mine! though much enforc'd. while among the Gods Rose laughter irrepressible. be impotent To save thee. and in his mother's hand A double goblet plac'd. When to thy succour once before I came. scarce half alive. The general. lest he again Reply in anger. Restrain thy spirit. and our banquet mar. contrives to make trial of their disposition by a stratagem. To his own couch. Then he . Olympian Jove ascended.To speak my father fair." Thus as he spoke.

valiant warrior. pondering in his mind How to avenge Achilles' cause. son Of Atreus. and pour Destructive slaughter on the Grecian host. and woes impend o'er Troy. The assembly is recalled. changing nought. This gives occasion to the poet to enumerate all the forces of the Greeks and Trojans. deluding Vision. Nestor. the wisest course appear'd By a deluding vision to mislead The son of Atreus. Hear now the words I bear. And helmed warriors. since th' immortal Gods Watch over her no longer. all are gain'd By Juno's pray'rs. several speeches made on the occasion. in his likeness cloth'd Thus spoke the heav'nly Vision. and at length the advice of Nestor followed. "Sleep'st thou.assembles the whole host. They are detained by the management of Ulysses. to Agamemnon's tent. BOOK II. speak. before they proceeded to battle. they unanimously agree to it." He said: the Vision heard. and to divide them into their several nations. but the eyes of Jove Sweet slumber held not. horseman bold? To sleep all night but ill becomes a chief. him he found Within his tent. in a large catalogue. The scene lies in the Grecian camp and upon the sea-shore. which was to make a general muster of the troops. who chastises the insolence of Thersites. for th' immortal Gods Watch over her no longer. for the wide-built streets of Troy He now may capture. wrapped in ambrosial sleep. The time employed in this book consists not entirely of one day. And sought the son of Atreus. There. and the monarch left. and woes impend o'er Troy. toward the end it removes to Troy. and run to prepare the ships. Above his head he stood. and straight obey'd: Swiftly he sped. whom Agamemnon rev'renc'd most Of all the Elders. Bid that he arm in haste the long-hair'd Greeks To combat. as I command thee. to thee I come A messenger from Jove. and with winged words Thus to a phantom form he gave command: "Hie thee. . like Neleus' son. All night in sleep repos'd the other Gods. He bids thee arm in haste the long-hair'd Greeks To combat. Thus as he mus'd. who from on high Looks down on thee with eyes of pitying love. and reached the Grecian ships. Charg'd with the public weal. and cares of state. and when from sleep arous'd Let not my words from thy remembrance fade. since the wide-built streets of Troy Thou now mayst capture. Bear this in mind." This said. he vanish'd. all are gain'd By Juno's pray'rs. to the camp And ships of Greece. and upon moving for a return to Greece.

" Thus having said. the chief of Pylos' sandy shore. but o'er his senses spread Dwelt still the heavenly voice. But first. valiant warrior. Charg'd with the public weal. form. the chiefs and councillors of Greece. Were yet for Trojans and for Greeks in store. as is our wont. What lengthen'd labours in the stubborn fight. and laugh'd to scorn The idle tale. and bound His sandals fair around his well-turn'd feet. and restrain from flight. He woke from sleep. We should have deem'd it false. when Atrides bade The clear-voic'd heralds to th' Assembly call The gen'ral host. son Of Atreus. to the foremost man: Seek we then straight to arm the sons of Greece. to th' immortal Gods Pure light diffusing. and face To rev'rend Nestor. new-wrought. myself will prove The spirit of the army. for th' immortal Gods Watch over her no longer: all are gain'd By Juno's pray'rs. thus the chosen few address'd: "Hear me.Inspir'd with thoughts which ne'er should come to pass. and woes impend o'er Troy. And with these words address'd me--'Sleep'st thou. and sweet sleep forsook mine eyes. horseman bold? To sleep all night but ill becomes a chief. He donn'd his vest of texture fine. Seek we then straight to arm the sons of Greece: But first. ignorant what Jove Design'd in secret. who from on high Looks down on thee with eyes of pitying love." . and next arose Nestor. and suggest Their homeward voyage. to the ships Where lay the brass-clad warriors. he sat. but now it hath appear'd. Aurora now was rising up the steep Of great Olympus. ancestral.' Thus as he spoke He vanish'd. my friends! In the still hours of night I saw a heav'nly Vision in my sleep: Most like it seemed in stature. of all the Elders. adorn'd With silver studs. or what woes. If any other had this Vision seen. at my head it stood. ye. and said: "O friends. A secret conclave Agamemnon call'd. Who thus with prudent speech replied. he sat upright. prudent. the aged Pylian chief. And o'er his shoulders flung his sword. Of all our army. and cares of state. by the side Of Nestor's ship. Bear thou my words in mind. and straight From ev'ry quarter throng'd the eager crowd. bent his way. And. Then o'er it threw his ample robe. He bids thee arm in haste the long-hair'd Greeks To combat: since the wide-built streets of Troy Thou now may'st capture. throughout the camp Restore their courage. what groans. they gave the word. Hear now the words I bear: to thee I come A messenger from Jove. For in that day he vainly hop'd to take The town of Priam. and bearing in his hand His royal staff.

and render vain My hope to storm the strong-built walls of Troy. And yet will sink. matchless charioteer. 'Tis shame indeed that future days should hear How such a force as ours. and obey'd Their leader's call. Of Trojans. to every ten. Atreus at his death Bequeath'd it to Thyestes. to quell The storm of tongues. so brave. Hermes to Pelops. As swarms of bees. as we do. one Trojan should assign. then uprose The monarch Agamemnon. So to th' Assembly from their tents and ships The countless tribes came thronging. Full many a ten no cupbearer would find: So far the sons of Greece outnumber all That dwell within the town. Ministers of Mars! Grievous.He said. and neighbouring isles. who oft hath sunk the heads Of many a lofty city in the dust. but to their aid Bold warriors come from all the cities round. The timbers of our ships are all decay'd. the solid earth beneath them groan'd. Trojans and Greeks. To Hermes he. Great was the din. And home return in safety. Rumour urged them on. some there. in their midst. all that dwell within the town. Hath thus been baffled. and anon 'mid vernal flow'rs. and with grievous loss of men. that pour in ceaseless stream From out the crevice of some hollow rock. as thus he spoke: "Friends. For should we choose. and as the mighty mass Sat down. and awhile Their clamours sank to silence. to Agamemnon last Thyestes left it. On this the monarch leant. Which Vulcan to the son of Saturn gave. Nine heralds rais'd their voices loud. Uprose the sceptred monarchs. Now clust'ring. And see no end of all our warlike toil. is the blow Which Jove hath dealt me. Already now nine weary years have pass'd. At length they all were seated. Who greatly harass me. and bade the noisy crowd Be still. frustrate of my hope. the heav'nly messenger. Such now appears th' o'er-ruling sov'reign will Of Saturn's son. and listen to the Heav'n-born Kings. By Jove enkindled. and round them throng'd the crowd. To crown our cups. by tens disposed. the work of Vulcan's art. token of his sway O'er all the Argive coast. fighting. for mighty is his hand. to number our array. in his hand His royal staff. but it seems He falsifies his word. And we. Pelops to Atreus. and from the council led the way. Some here. so great. on terms of plighted truce. in busy numbers fly. by his promise led I hop'd to raze the strong-built walls of Troy. and bids me now Return to Argos. wealthy Lord Of num'rous herds. Dishonour'd. Grecian Heroes. and all unlook'd for. The cordage rotted. in our homes the while . 'Gainst numbers far inferior to our own.

O'er the wide sea their homeward course pursue. so many valiant Greeks Have cast their lives away? Go quickly thou Amid the brass-clad Greeks. Then had the Greeks in shameful flight withdrawn. the heav'nly voice Ulysses knew. Laertes' son. And as a trophy to the sons of Troy The Argive Helen leave. in vain Expecting our return. let us all agree Home to direct our course. And thus address'd him: "Great Laertes' son. and man by man Address with words persuasive. Then to Atrides hasten'd. Hear then my counsel. since here in vain We strive to take the well-built walls of Troy. and man by man Address with words persuasive. on whose account. sage in council. in ignominious flight. remains undone. Straight. their feet Rose clouds of dust. nor permit To launch their well-trimm'd vessels on the deep. And to Eurybates of Ithaca. that had not heard The secret council. nor did Minerva not obey. in ignominious flight. So was th' Assembly stirr'd. For which we hither came. embarking thus On your swift ships. and tow'rd the ships With clam'rous joy they rush'd. O'er the wide sea will take your homeward way. So sway'd and heav'd the multitude. as when O'er the vast billows of th' Icarian sea Eurus and Notus from the clouds of Heav'n Pour forth their fury. Far from their home. in council sage as Jove There found she standing. he cast aside. when sweeping o'er the plain The ruffling west wind sways the bending ears. while one to other call'd To seize the ships and drag them to the main. he no hand had laid On his dark vessel. on whose account Far from their homes so many valiant Greeks Have cast their lives away? Go quickly thou Among the multitude. can it be That you. pass'd . nor permit To launch their well-trimm'd vessels on the deep. for with bitter grief His heart was filled. they knock'd the shores away. the crowd." She said.Our wives and helpless children sit. and with shouts of "home" That rose to Heav'n. and still the work. But swift descending from Olympus' heights With rapid flight she reach'd the Grecian ships. and by him Arm'd with his royal staff ancestral. springing to the course. threw his robe. by his words was mov'd. the blue-ey'd Maid approach'd. And as a trophy to the sons of Troy The Argive Helen leave. Had Juno not to Pallas thus appeal'd: "Oh Heav'n! brave child of aegis-bearing Jove. beneath. Shall thus the Greeks. His herald and attendant." She said." Thus as he spoke. They clear'd the channels. or as some deep field Of wavy corn. Ulysses. the men of Greece.

Of which he had good store. Thou know'st not yet Atrides' secret mind: He tries us now. but thyself Sit quiet. but wherewith he thought To move the crowd to laughter. Anon. he thus address'd the King: "What more. to whom wise Saturn's son In token of his sov'reign power hath giv'n The sceptre's sway and ministry of law. His words in council reach'd not all our ears: See that he work us not some ill. As when the many-dashing ocean's wave Breaks on the shore. All are not sovereigns here: ill fares the state Where many masters rule. Of small account in council or in fight. Or dost thou thirst for gold. and one distorted foot. Jove. whene'er some wealthy town we take. which here perchance Some Trojan brings. 'gainst him he knew Incensed the public mind. to gratify thy lust. Thy betters far: for thou art good for nought. with unmeasur'd words. with such rush of sound. 'tis not for thee to yield. and bawling loud. and buried in his breast His narrow head. Choose first of all. thou son of Atreus. and set apart for thee. Each King or leader whom he found he thus With cheering words encourag'd and restrain'd: "O gallant friend. the ransom of his son Captur'd by me. and hear what others say. whom. he check'd with staff and threat'ning words: "Good friend. With scurril words. let one be Lord. would'st thou have? Thy tents are full of brass. and the Lord of counsel. Not over-seemly. brawl'd aloud. and foams the frothing sea. thou Shouldst not to evil lead the sons of Greece. From whom proceeds all honour. The ugliest man was he who came to Troy: With squinting eyes. and may reprove us soon. We Greeks. to panic. loves him well." Such were his words. Against Achilles and Ulysses most His hate was turn'd. One King supreme. or no. and in those tents Many fair women." But of the common herd whome'er he found Clam'ring. with scanty growth of hair. from all the spoil.With rapid step amid the ships of Greece. The others all were settled in their seats: Only Thersites. or by some other Greek? Or some new girl. and find out Whether in truth he need our aid. on them his venom pour'd. Like meaner men. [1] . Kept for thyself apart? a leader. Ye slaves! ye coward souls! Women of Greece! I will not call you men! why go we not Home with our ships. to rate the chiefs. as through the ranks he pass'd: They from the vessels and the tents again Throng'd to th' Assembly. and the common herd restrain. His shoulders round. for fierce His anger. and leave this mighty chief To gloat upon his treasures. keep still. at Agamemnon's self he launch'd His loud-tongued ribaldry.

O King. But straight Ulysses at his side appear'd. that such an one as thou Should lift thy voice against the Kings." Thus spoke the gen'ral voice: but. his superior far. the wretch Shrank from the blow. And may my son Telemachus no more Own me his father. we may return. prompt of speech. for that the valiant Greeks To him. of all The many works Ulysses well hath done. With words like these Thersites pour'd his hate. the trickling tears. Cease then against Atrides. Ulysses rose. Nor how. the well-built walls of Troy. And spoke. Might hear his words. foremost in the fight. that the Greeks. Throughout the world will foul reproach be cast. In likeness of a herald. or well or ill. from first to last. staff in hand. laugh'd aloud. the meanest far Of all that with the Atridae came to Troy. expose Thy nakedness. Quiv'ring with pain. Foul scorn hath cast. But this I tell thee. sure. and wip'd away. If Greeks forget their promise. . as of right An ample portion of the spoils assign. we know not yet. and rail With scurril ribaldry. Where struck the golden-studded staff. With horrible grimace." On Agamemnon. in stern rebuke: "Thou babbling fool. He thus with prudent phrase his speech began: "Great son of Atreus. leader of the host. The Greeks. Else. nor singly thus presume The Kings to slander. despite their anger. Is not intemperate. when hitherward We sailed from Argos' grassy plains. and scalding tears let fall. and ponder his advice. Minerva by his side. Wise in the council. despite thy railing. How these affairs may end. and robb'd him of his prize. To pour thy spite. and will make it good. Then may these shoulders cease this head to bear. appear'd A bloody weal: Thersites quail'd. to raze. bade the crowd Keep silence." Thus as he spoke. on thy name. and scourg'd with ignominious stripes.Who on Achilles. nor make good The vow they took to thee. if I strip not off Thy mantle and thy garments. and flog thee to the ships Howling. King of men. And one to other said. and prate of home. this insult were thy last. as now. Ere our return. Thersites. but mild of mood. and down. he sat. Which for himself he keeps? Achilles. Ill it beseems. "Good faith. If e'er I find thee play the fool. aye. than when now He makes this scurril babbler hold his peace. thou. Restrain thy tongue. upon Thersites' neck And back came down his heavy staff. Atreus' son. with scornful glance. Methinks his headstrong spirit will not soon Lead him again to vilify the Kings. He ne'er hath done a better.

Of aspect fearful. But when this prodigy befell our rites. All the eight nestlings. our warriors' plans matur'd. and pine for home. 'Tis hard indeed defeated to return. Not long ago. a snake. Till Priam's wealthy city be our own. Then. of late fulfilment: as ye saw The snake devour the sparrow and her young. and now the time is come. To whom be endless praise. on the topmost bough. Bear up. let all remain. or like babes. yet 'twere surely worst of all Long to remain. Late sent. and wond'ring gaz'd. There. vouchsafes this sign. Here then. but in the tenth The wide-built city shall at last be ours. and as the mother flew. who first Sent him to light. and bootless to return. the deep-designing Saturn's son. and loudly cheer'd the Greeks--and loud From all the hollow ships came back the cheers-In admiration of Ulysses' speech. when the sparrow's nestlings and herself The snake had swallowed. charg'd with evil freight for Troy. For this ye all have seen. ye debate. caught her. And we. Uncoiling. Ev'n for one month. where bright water flow'd. shrieking. Turn'd him to stone. my friends. around a fountain. Our plighted oaths? Go. Eight fledglings. all who yet are spar'd by fate." He said. are we condemn'd To wage a fruitless war. They mourn their cruel fate. or no. Gerenian Nestor next took up the word: "Like children. The snake devour'd. like helpless widows.' Thus he foretold. Eight nestlings. Toss'd by the wint'ry blasts and stormy sea. remain awhile. his well-found bark be stay'd. cast we to the fire Our councils held. why stand ye thus In mute amaze? to us Olympian Jove. round and round. we stood. ye well-greav'd Greeks. and the parent bird the ninth. if from wife and home. utt'ring piercing cries. Where then are now our solemn covenants. with burnish'd scales. by the God. if by the ships I hear Their murmurs. took up his speech: 'Ye long-haired sons of Greece. . to the Gods Our altars rear'd. Grecian warriors. for so many years. But us the ninth revolving year beholds Still ling'ring here: I cannot therefore blame Our valiant Greeks. and the parent bird the ninth: So. issuing from beneath The altars. Like babes to whom unknown are feats of arms. and can yourselves Bear witness. The seaman murmurs. when ships of Greece were met At Aulis. Calchas. Lamenting o'er her offspring. and see If Calchas truly prophesy. Behold a wonder! by Olympian Jove Sent forth to light. a miracle was wrought: For Jove.But now. Near a fair plane-tree. with faultless hecatombs. beneath the leaves Cow'ring. by the wing. inspir'd of Heaven. glided to the plane-tree straight. a sparrow's callow nestlings lay.

And hurtful quarrels. O King! Be well advis'd thyself. To make his homeward voyage. and others lead By wholesome counsel. at my side I had but ten such counsellors as thee! Then soon should royal Priam's city fall. for in wordy war About a girl. and let perdition seize Those few. and Greeks thy words obey. The son of Saturn. But whoso longs. that so Tribe may to tribe give aid. and if thou fail. But now to breakfast. let him take His well-rigg'd bark.Our absolute pledges. How short soe'er. Tak'n and destroy'd by our victorious hands. with auspicious sign Assur'd us of his favour. and go. or no. For respite none. None can compare with thee. that on the day when first We Grecians hitherward our course address'd. fruitless toil impos'd. retribution pay For wrongs by us. Each sharpen well his spear. alas! the strife began: Could we be friends again. Atrides. In which our trust was placed. that through the day We may unwearied stem the tide of war. how short soe'er. If thus thou do. his shield prepare. and would to Jove To Pallas. For well I ween. thou. Th' o'er-ruling son of Saturn. Then shalt thou see. and how long soe'er We here remain. and I. let not then The thoughts of home be breath'd. as is thy wont. sustain'd. before the rest To meet the doom of death! But thou. To Troy the messengers of blood and death. and clan to clan. shall be Till night shall bid the storm of battle cease. and Apollo. shalt know Whether thy failure be of Heav'n's decree. if such an one there be. Achilles and myself Engag'd. With sweat shall reek upon each warrior's breast The leathern belt beneath the cov'ring shield. maintain Unchang'd thy counsel. of Ilium's final doom. Or man's default and ignorance of war. delay were none. for the stubborn fight Array the Greeks. O Agamemnon! range thy troops. ere we prove if Jove indeed Will falsify his promis'd word. for the words I speak Are not to be despis'd. . in council. since thus in vain In words we wrangle. Each look his chariot o'er. The good and bad. for on their own behoof They all shall fight. ere we wage the fight. in Helen's cause. of the sons of Greece." To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: "Father. by tribes and clans. But now on me hath aegis-bearing Jove. ere Trojan wives Given to our warriors. Who hold their separate counsel--(not on them Depends the issue!)--rather than return To Argos. Each to his fiery steeds their forage give. those two or three among the host. and our hand-plight giv'n. solution none we find. on our right His lightning flashing. of chiefs and troops alike.

And hands shall ache that wield the pond'rous spear: With sweat shall reek the fiery steeds that draw Each warrior's car; but whomsoe'er I find Loit'ring beside the beaked ships, for him 'Twere hard to'scape the vultures and the dogs." He said; and from th' applauding ranks of Greece Rose a loud sound, as when the ocean wave, Driv'n by the south wind on some lofty beach, Dashes against a prominent crag, expos'd To blasts from every storm that roars around. Uprising then, and through the camp dispers'd They took their sev'ral ways, and by their tents The fires they lighted, and the meal prepar'd; And each to some one of the Immortal Gods His off'ring made, that in the coming fight He might escape the bitter doom of death. But to the o'erruling son of Saturn, Jove, A sturdy ox, well-fatten'd, five years old, Atrides slew; and to the banquet call'd The aged chiefs and councillors of Greece; Nestor the first, the King Idomeneus, The two Ajaces next, and Tydeus' son, Ulysses sixth, as Jove in council sage. But uninvited Menelaus came, Knowing what cares upon his brother press'd. Around the ox they stood, and on his head The salt cake sprinkled; then amid them all The monarch Agamemnon pray'd aloud: "Most great, most glorious Jove! who dwell'st on high, In clouds and darkness veil'd, grant Thou that ere This sun shall set, and night o'erspread the earth, I may the haughty walls of Priam's house Lay prostrate in the dust; and burn with fire His lofty gates; and strip from Hector's breast His sword-rent tunic, while around his corpse Many brave comrades, prostrate, bite the dust." Thus he; but Saturn's son his pray'r denied; Receiv'd his off'rings, but his toils increas'd. Their pray'rs concluded, and the salt cake strewed Upon the victim's head, they drew him back, And slew, and flay'd; then cutting from the thighs The choicest pieces, and in double layers O'erspreading them with fat, above them plac'd The due meat-off'rings; these they burnt with logs Of leafless timber; and the inward parts, First to be tasted, o'er the fire they held. The thighs consum'd with fire, the inward parts They tasted first; the rest upon the spits Roasted with care, and from the fire withdrew. Their labours ended, and the feast prepar'd, They shared the social meal, nor lacked there aught. The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied, Gerenian Nestor thus his speech began: "Most mighty Agamemnon, King of men, Great Atreus' son, no longer let us pause, The work delaying which the pow'rs of Heav'n Have trusted to our hands; do thou forthwith Bid that the heralds proclamation make,

And summon through the camp the brass-clad Greeks; While, in a body, through the wide-spread ranks We pass, and stimulate their warlike zeal." He said; and Agamemnon, King of men, Obedient to his counsel, gave command That to the war the clear-voic'd heralds call The long-hair'd Greeks: they gave the word, and straight From ev'ry quarter throng'd the eager crowd. The Heav'n-born Kings, encircling Atreus' son, The troops inspected: Pallas, blue-ey'd Maid, Before the chiefs her glorious aegis bore, By time untouch'd, immortal: all around A hundred tassels hung, rare works of art, All gold, each one a hundred oxen's price. With this the Goddess pass'd along the ranks, Exciting all; and fix'd in every breast The firm resolve to wage unwearied war; And dearer to their hearts than thoughts of home Or wish'd return, became the battle-field. As when a wasting fire, on mountain tops, Hath seized the blazing woods, afar is seen The glaring light; so, as they mov'd, to Heav'n Flash'd the bright glitter of their burnish'd arms. As when a num'rous flock of birds, or geese, Or cranes, or long-neck'd swans, on Asian mead, Beside Cayster's stream, now here, now there, Disporting, ply their wings; then settle down With clam'rous noise, that all the mead resounds; So to Scamander's plain, from tents and ships, Pour'd forth the countless tribes; the firm earth groan'd Beneath the tramp of steeds and armed men. Upon Scamander's flow'ry mead they stood, Unnumber'd as the vernal leaves and flow'rs. Or as the multitudinous swarms of flies, That round the cattle-sheds in spring-tide pour, While the warm milk is frothing in the pail: So numberless upon the plain, array'd For Troy's destruction, stood the long-hair'd Greeks. And as experienced goat-herds, when their flocks Are mingled in the pasture, portion out Their sev'ral charges, so the chiefs array'd Their squadrons for the fight; while in the midst The mighty monarch Agamemnon mov'd: His eye, and lofty brow, the counterpart Of Jove, the Lord of thunder; in his girth Another Mars, with Neptune's ample chest. As 'mid the thronging heifers in a herd Stands, proudly eminent, the lordly bull; So, by Jove's will, stood eminent that day, 'Mid many heroes, Atreus' godlike son. Say now, ye Nine, who on Olympus dwell, Muses (for ye are Goddesses, and ye Were present, and know all things: we ourselves But hear from Rumour's voice, and nothing know), Who were the chiefs and mighty Lords of Greece.

But should I seek the multitude to name, Not if ten tongues were mine, ten mouths to speak, Voice inexhaustible, and heart of brass, Should I succeed, unless, Olympian maids, The progeny of aegis-bearing Jove, Ye should their names record, who came to Troy. The chiefs, and all the ships, I now rehearse. Boeotia's troops by Peneleus were led, And Leitus, and Prothoenor bold, Arcesilas and Clonius: they who dwelt In Hyria, and on Aulis' rocky coast, Scoenus, and Scolus, and the highland range Of Eteonus; in Thespeia's vale, Graia, and Mycalessus' wide-spread plains: And who in Harma and Eilesium dwelt, And in Erythrae, and in Eleon, Hyle, and Peteon, and Ocalea, In Copae, and in Medeon's well-built fort, Eutresis, Thisbe's dove-frequented woods, And Coronca, and the grassy meads Of Haliartus; and Plataea's plain, In Glissa, and the foot of Lower Thebes, And in Anchestus, Neptune's sacred grove; And who in viny-cluster'd Arne dwelt, And in Mideia, and the lovely site Of Nissa, and Anthedon's utmost bounds. With these came fifty vessels; and in each Were six score youths, Boeotia's noblest flow'r. Who in Aspledon dwelt, and in Minyas' realm Orehomenus, two sons of Mars obey'd, Ascalaphus, and bold Ialmenus; In Actor's house, the son of Azeus, born Of fair Astyoche, a maiden pure, Till in the upper chamber, where she slept, Stout Mars by stealth her virgin bed assail'd: Of these came thirty ships in order due. By Schedius and Epistrophus, the sons Of great Iphitus, son of Naubolus, Were led the Phocian forces; these were they Who dwelt in Cyparissus, and the rock Of Python, and on Crissa's lovely plain; And who in Daulis, and in Panope, Anemorea and IIyampolis, And by Cephisus' sacred waters dwelt, Or in Lilaea, by Cephisus' springs. In their command came forty dark-ribb'd ships. These were the leaders of the Phocian bands, And on Boeotia's left their camp was pitch'd. Ajax, Oileus' son, the Locrians led; Swift-footed, less than Ajax Telamon, Of stature low, with linen breastplate arm'd: But skill'd to throw the spear o'er all who dwell In Hellas or Achaia: these were they From Cynos, Opus, and Calliarus, Bessa, and Scarpha, and Augaea fair, Tarpha, and Thronium, by Boagrius' stream.

Him from beyond Euboea's sacred isle, Of Locrians follow'd forty dark-ribb'd ships. Breathing firm courage high, th' Abantian host, Who from Euboea and from Chalcis came, Or who in vine-clad Histiaea dwelt, Eretria, and Cerinthus maritime, And who the lofty fort of Dium held, And in Carystus and in Styra dwelt: These Elephenor led, true plant of Mars, Chalcodon's son, the brave Abantian chief. Him, all conspicuous with their long black hair, The bold Abantians follow'd: spearmen skill'd, Who through the foemen's breastplates knew full well, Held in firm grasp, to drive the ashen spear. In his command came forty dark-ribb'd ships. Those who in Athens' well-built city dwelt, The noble-soul'd Erectheus' heritage; Child of the fertile soil, by Pallas rear'd, Daughter of Jove, who him in Athens plac'd In her own wealthy temple; there with blood Of bulls and lambs, at each revolving year, The youths of Athens do him sacrifice; These by Menestheus, Peteus' son, were led. With him might none of mortal men compare, In order due of battle to array Chariots and buckler'd men; Nestor alone Perchance might rival him, his elder far. In his command came fifty dark-ribb'd ships. Twelve ships from Salamis with Ajax came, And they beside th' Athenian troops were rang'd. Those who from Argos, and the well-wall'd town Of Tyrins came, and from Hermione, And Asine, deep-bosom'd in the bay; And from Troezene and Eione, And vine-clad Epidaurus; and the youths Who dwelt in Mases, and AEgina's isle; O'er all of these the valiant Diomed Held rule; and Sthenelus, th' illustrious son Of far-fam'd Capaneus; with these, the third, A godlike warrior came, Euryalus, Son of Mecistheus, Talaus' royal son. Supreme o'er all was valiant Diomed. In their command came eighty dark-ribb'd ships. Who in Mycenae's well-built fortress dwelt, And wealthy Corinth, and Cleone fair, Orneia, and divine Araethure, And Sicyon, where Adrastus reign'd of old, And Gonoessa's promontory steep, And Hyperesia, and Pellene's rock; In AEgium, and the scatter'd towns that he Along the beach, and wide-spread Helice; Of these a hundred ships obey'd the rule Of mighty Agamemnon, Atreus' son. The largest and the bravest host was his; And he himself, in dazzling armour clad,

O'er all the heroes proudly eminent, Went forth exulting in his high estate, Lord of the largest host, and chief of chiefs. Those who in Lacedaemon's lowland plains, And who in Sparta and in Phare dwelt, And who on Messa's dove-frequented cliffs, Bryseia, and AEgaea's lovely vale, And in Amyclae, and the sea-bathed fort Of Helos, OEtylus and Laas dwelt; His valiant brother Menelaus led, With sixty ships; but ranged apart they lay. Their chief, himself in martial ardour bold, Inspiring others, fill'd with fierce desire The rape of Helen and his wrongs to avenge. They who in Pylos and Arene dwelt, And Thyrum, by the ford of Alpheus' stream, In Cyparissus and Amphigene, Pteleon, and lofty OEpus' well-built fort, Helos, and Dorium, where the Muses met, And put to silence Thracian Thamyris, As from OEchalia, from the royal house Of Eurytus he came; he, over-bold, Boasted himself pre-eminent in song, Ev'n though the daughters of Olympian Jove, The Muses, were his rivals: they in wrath Him of his sight at once and powr'r of song Amerc'd, and bade his hand forget the lyre. These by Gerenian Nestor all were led, In fourscore ships and ten in order due. They of Arcadia, and the realm that lies Beneath Cyllene's mountain high, around The tomb of AEpytus, a warrior race; The men of Pheneus and Orchomenus In flocks abounding; who in Ripa dwelt, In Stratia, and Enispe's breezy height, Or Tegea held, and sweet Mantinea, Stymphalus and Parrhasia; these were led By Agapenor brave, Anchaeus' son, In sixty ships; in each a num'rous crew Of stout Arcadian youths, to war inur'd. The ships, wherewith they crossed the dark-blue sea, Were giv'n by Agamemnon, King of men, The son of Atreus; for th' Arcadian youth Had ne'er to maritime pursuits been train'd. Who in Buprasium and in Elis dwelt, Far as Hyrmine, and th' extremest bounds Of Myrsinus; and all the realm that lies Between Aleisium and the Olenian rock; These by four chiefs were led; and ten swift ships, By bold Epeians mann'd, each chief obey'd. Amphimachus and Thalpius were the first, Sons of two brothers, Cteatus the one, The other Eurytus, to Actor born; Next Amarynceus' son, Diores bold; The fourth Polyxenus, the godlike son Of Augeas' royal heir, Agasthenes.

They of Dulichium, and the sacred isles, Th' Echinades, which face, from o'er the sea, The coast of Elis, were by Meges led, The son of Phyleus, dear to Jove, in arms Valiant as Mars; who, with his sire at feud, Had left his home, and to Dulichium come: In his command were forty dark-ribb'd ships. Those who from warlike Cephalonia came, And Ithaca, and leafy Neritus, And Crocyleium; rugged AEgilips, And Samos, and Zacynthus, and the coast Of the mainland with its opposing isles; These in twelve ships, with scarlet-painted bows, Ulysses led, in council sage as Jove. Thoas, Andraemon's son, th' AEtolians led; From Pleuron, and Pylone, Olenus, Chalcis-by-sea, and rocky Calydon: The race of OEneus was no more; himself, And fair-hair'd Meleager, both were dead: Whence all AEtolia's rule on him was laid. In his command came forty dark-ribb'd ships. The King Idomeneus the Cretans led, From Cnossus, and Gortyna's well-wall'd town, Miletus, and Lycastus' white-stone cliffs, Lyctus, and Phaestus, Rhytium, and the rest Whom Crete from all her hundred cities sent: These all Idomeneus, a spearman skill'd, Their King, commanded; and Meriones, In battle terrible as blood-stain'd Mars. In their command came fourscore dark-ribb'd ships. Valiant and tall, the son of Hercules, Tlepolemus, nine vessels brought from Rhodes, By gallant Rhodians mann'd, who tripartite Were settled, and in Ialyssus dwelt, In Lindus, and Cameirus' white-stone hills. These all renown'd Tlepolemus obey'd, Who to the might of Hercules was born Of fair Astyoche; his captive she, When many a goodly town his arms had raz'd, Was brought from Ephyra, by Selles' stream. Rear'd in the royal house, Tlepolemus, In early youth, his father's uncle slew, A warrior once, but now in life's decline, Lycimnius; then in haste a fleet he built, Muster'd a num'rous host; and fled, by sea, The threaten'd vengeance of the other sons And grandsons of the might of Hercules. Long wand'rings past, and toils and perils borne, To Rhodes he came; his followers, by their tribes, Three districts form'd; and so divided, dwelt, Belov'd of Jove, the King of Gods and men, Who show'r'd upon them boundless store of wealth. Nireus three well-trimm'd ships from Syme brought;

beside the lake Boebeis. led. the fortress of Eurypylus. of these. When he Lyrnessus and the walls of Thebes O'erthrew. the rich Phylacides. While yet he liv'd. With them came thirty ships in order due. nor equal in renown. true plant of Mars. Who came to Troy. First of the Greeks. the post of high command Podarces claim'd of right. Those in the flow'ry plain of Pyrrhasus. Were by Phidippus led. Achaians. For Peleus' godlike son. Lay idly in his tent. and few the troops he led. whom himself Had chosen. In Boebe. Divine Alcestis to Admetus bore. their leader though they mourn'd. Nor were his troops. but soon again to appear. fairest of her race. Those who from Pherae came. and Carpathus. famed in arms. In Iton. The brother of Protesilaus he. In Phylace were left his weeping wife. save Peleus' matchless son: But scant his fame. To Ceres dear. to Charops whom Aglaia bore. Two sons of Thessalus. Whom Pelias' daughter.Nireus. Myrmidons. for her in wrath. and who dwelt in Glaphyrae. and Antiphus. Alcides' son. Achilles was the chief. in Phylace. Since none there was to marshal their array. Left leaderless. And who in Alos. by various names. Yet of a chief no want the forces felt. Trachys. Who in Nisyrus dwelt. and Mynes and Epistrophus Struck down. known. him. Sev'n ships were theirs. Nireus. and in Alope. the swift of foot. Iphiclus' son. the goodliest man of all the Greeks. And Cos. But from the battle-strife these all abstain'd. a Dardan warrior slew. and ev'ry ship was mann'd . And half-built house. who dwelt. now laid beneath the sod. and in Hellas fam'd For women fair. In Antron. In Meliboea and Olizon's rock. These Philoctetes. the loss resenting Of Brises' fair-hair'd daughter. rich in flocks. These in eleven ships Eumelus led. Selepius' royal heir. He held aloof. springing to the shore. And in the Casian and Calydnian Isles. and Phthia. Next those who in Pelasgian Argos dwelt. and. prize of all his warlike toil. and in Pteleon's grass-clad meads. In fifty ships. In his command came forty dark-ribb'd ships. Hellenes. Though much they mourn'd their valiant leader slain. skilful archer. by the sea. Younger in years. Evenus' sons. These led Protesilaus. Who in Methone and Thaumacia dwelt. bold warriors both. and Iolcos' well-built fort.

heir Of nobly-born Coronus. Yet mingles not with Peneus' silver waves. of these. Alike in height. Euaemon's gallant son. his source From Styx deriving. of Rhene born. Polypoetes led. who to Peneus pours The tribute of his clearly-flowing stream. he the Enienes led. and the white-wall'd town Of Oloosson. who dwelt by Peneus' stream. But on the surface floats like oil. in whose awful name Both Gods and men by holiest oaths are bound. Medon. and in rough Ithome dwelt. their chief. Who in Ormenium and Asterium dwelt. Not leaderless: Oileus' bastard son. skilful archers all. On Lemnos' sacred isle. Magnesia's troops. Hippodamia fair Him to Pirithous bore. Horses and men. progeny of Jove. These were the leaders and the chiefs of Greece: Say. and from Pelion's heights For refuge 'mid the rude AEthices drove. Leonteus. Admetus' son: Both swift as birds. ere Greeks Of royal Philoctetes felt their need. Ortha. of these was chief Eurypylus. Nor he alone. was lying. AEsculapius' sons. Elone. Caeneus' son. Who in Argissa and Gyrtona dwelt. Or beneath Pelion's leafy-quiv'ring shades. A warrior bold. Muse. with him to Troy there came A scion true of Mars. there left perforce In torture from a venomous serpent's wound: There he in anguish lay: nor long. In his command came forty dark-ribb'd ships. Of these came thirty ships in order due. in age and colour match'd. With two and twenty vessels Gouneus came From Cythus. In his command came forty dark-ribb'd ships.By fifty rowers. Tenthredon's son. But he. Who in OEchalia. Swift-footed Prothous led. and on the heights Of Titanum's white peaks. rack'd with pain. who with th' Atridae came. Yet were his troops. their ranks array'd. Both mares. Son of Pirithous. And the Peraebians' warlike tribes. These Podalirius and Machaon led. and those Who dwelt around Dodona's wintry heights. what time he slew The shaggy Centaurs. By Hypereia's fount. Two skilful leeches. In their command came forty dark-ribb'd ships. In Tricca. the bravest and the noblest far Were those Eumelus drove. Of steeds. who claim'd the highest praise. their leader though they mourn'd. by Phoebus of the silver bow . Eurytus' domain. Or till'd the soil upon the lovely banks Of Titaresius. as measur'd o'er the back.

groan'd beneath their feet The earth. forth pour'd the crowd. This do. The Trojan scout. and loud the tumult rose. Roam'd listless up and down. Both foot and horse. the well-wrought cars Lay all unheeded in the warriors' tents. and. there to watch Till from their ships the Grecian troops should march. and Hector knew the voice divine. trusting to his speed. dissolv'd the council. Against the city o'er the plain they come. At Priam's gate. as quickly o'er the plain they spread. Full many a host in line of battle rang'd My eyes have seen. flew to arms. nor join'd the fray. in his wrath. The mightiest far was Ajax Telamon. but fearful war is nigh. by open space enclos'd. which. Then.Rear'd in Pieria. So at their coming. like devouring fire. Where. but such a force as this. For with Achilles. Each standing near their car. none might vie: But 'mid his beaked ocean-going ships He lay. The son of Priam. Of men. With direful tidings storm-swift Iris came. sent down by aegis-bearing Jove. Were gather'd all the Trojans. So mighty and so vast. The mighty Hector of the glancing helm. while yet Achilles held his wrath. His voice assuming. They. Was posted on the summit of the mound Of ancient AEsuetes. The gates were open'd wide. with Agamemnon. The earth's foundations shakes. Hector. in solemn conclave met. in Arimi. To Troy. 'tis said. as erst in peace. Men call it Batiaea. buried deep. Priam's son. thus the Goddess spoke: "Old man. In the mid plain. And his own countrymen in arms array. the voice Assuming of Polites. for to thee I chiefly speak." She said. inly pining for their godlike chief. Indignant. or as the sand. the earth beneath them groan'd: As when the Lord of thunder. led the Trojan host: . I ne'er beheld: In number as the leaves. while his troops upon the beach With quoits and jav'lins whil'd away the day. young and old: Swift Iris stood amidst them. And feats of archery. so still thou lov'st The strife of words. And all. thunderbolts of war. Atreus' son. Before the city stands a lofty mound. Such was the host. and the steeds that bore The matchless son of Peleus. O'erspread the land. thou know'st how various our allies. Typhoeus lies. their steeds the while The lotus-grass and marsh-grown parsley cropp'd. muster'd there The Trojans and Allies their troops array'd. who. but the Gods The tomb of swift Myrinna. Of diff'rent nations and discordant tongues: Let each then those command o'er whom he reigns.

deeply vers'd Was he in prophecy. By Hodius and Epistrophus were brought From distant Alybe. of heroes chief. And who in Sestos and Abydos dwelt. Son of Troezenus. who drank Of dark AEsepus' waters. Who in Cytorus and in Sesamum. Ceus' highborn son. with linen corslets girt. those Asius led. the wealthy source Of silver ore. led The Dardans. two sons Of Merops of Percote.The largest and the bravest band were they. The spear-skill'd Cicones Euphemus led. The hairy strength of great Pylaemenes The Paphlagonians led from Eneti (Whence first appear'd the stubborn race of mules). From distant Amydon Pyraecmes brought The Paeon archers from broad Axius' banks. The Thracians. at Ida's foot. A Goddess yielding to a mortal's love: With him. Who in Zeleia dwelt. by fate. Lycaon's noble son. and Ennomus. Taught by Apollo's self to draw the bow. Adrastus and Amphius led. And in Arisba fair. and Apaesus' realm. Chromis the Mysians led. The son of Teutamus. Immortal Venus to Anchises bore. but they. from Selles' stream. who came From fair Arisba. Anchises' valiant son. Who dwell in rich Larissa's fertile soil. Of Trojan race. a wealthy tribe. Pelasgian chief. well skill'd in war. Antenor's gallant sons. The son of Hyrtacus. Doom'd to impending death. Archilochus And Acamas. who follow'd him in arms. and the lofty hill Tereian came. by fast-flowing Hellespont Encompass'd. Hippothous led the bold Pelasgian tribes. these were led By Pandarus. AEneas. the Alizonian bands. Acamas and Peirous brave. Those who from Practium and Percote came. Axius. Who from Adraste. him. And on the lofty Erythinian rock. Bold spearmen all. Who dwelt in Cromne. borne by fiery steeds Of matchless size and strength. his caution scorn'd. 'mid Ida's jutting peaks. . and AEgialus. Hippothous and Pylaeus. Lethus' sons. and from the war Would fain have kept his sons. Asius the son of Hyrtacus. the brightest stream on earth that flows. And round Parthenius' waters had their home. From Pityeia.

and transported to his apartment. observing the Grecian leaders on the plain below. who in Miletus dwelt. between Menelaus and Paris (by the intervention of Hector) for the determination of the war. from distant Lycia's shore. Nomion's sons. a single combat is agreed upon. dauntless in the standing fight. Of barbarous speech. Amphimacus and Nastes. Slain by the son of Peleus in the stream. and on the lofty ridge Of Mycale. Who dwelt around the foot of Tmolus' hill. The armies being ready to engage. and by Maeander's stream. Iris is sent to call Helen to behold the fight. The three-and-twentieth day still continues throughout this book. where Priam sat with his counsellors. From far Ascania's lake. and valiant Glaucus led The Lycian bands. Antiphus. on the part of the Grecians. With childish folly to the war he came. and the performance of the articles. And in the dense entangled forest shade Of Phthira's hill. The kings on either part take the solemn oath for the conditions of the combat. The duel ensues. These came with Nastes and Amphimacus. Agamemnon. . and brings the lovers together. ARGUMENT. in the stream. wherein Paris being overcome. Laden with store of gold.A skilful augur. And Mesthles. The scene is sometimes in the field before Troy. demands the restoration of Helen. She then calls Helen from the walls. And all his wealth Achilles bore away. Sarpedon last. but his augury From gloomy death to save him nought avail'd. is snatched away in a cloud by Venus. with Phorcys join'd. Where many another Trojan felt his arm. Slain by the son of Peleus. Born of the lake Gygeian. In charge of Nastes came the Carian troops. and sometimes in Troy itself. THE DUEL OF MENELAUS AND PARIS. BOOK III. yet nought avail'd His gold to save him from the doom of death. Beside the banks of Xanthus' eddying stream. these Maeonia's forces led. From Lydia came Pylaemenes' two sons. to whom Helen gives an account of the chief of them. The godlike presence of Ascanius brought The Phrygians. She leads her to the walls of Troy.

from thine outward show. That a stone's throw the range of vision bounds. and on the carcase feeds. Coil'd in his path upon the mountain side. bent on mutual aid. Arm'd with his bow and sword. espies Some mighty beast of chase. in ocean-going ships To cross the main. as a flight of birds. send forth on high Their dissonant clamours. but thou hast in truth Nor strength of mind. as in serried ranks With rapid step they mov'd across the plain. and defied To mortal combat all the chiefs of Greece. So rose the dust-cloud. His limbs all trembling. manhood's counterfeit! Would thou hadst ne'er been born. As when a lion. as when the cranes. and bearing thence . Him when the warlike Menelaus saw With haughty strides advancing from the crowd. while o'er the ocean stream They steer their course. Arm'd as he was. The godlike Paris 'mid the Trojan host. And friendly to the nightly thief alone. But when th' opposing forces near were met. in fear of Atreus' son. so 'twere better far for all. with quailing heart. A panther's skin across his shoulders flung. Who think thee. and with exulting spring Strikes down his prey. Flying the wintry storms. Unscar'd by baying hounds and eager youths: So Menelaus saw with fierce delight The godlike Paris. the shepherd's bane. A deadly snake. Well may the long-hair'd Greeks triumphant boast. Breathing firm courage. he leap'd upon the plain. As when the south wind o'er the mountain tops Spreads a thick veil of mist. with men of other lands Mixing in amity. nor courage in the fight. a chief Among our warriors. How was't that such as thou could e'er induce A noble band. and his cheek all pale. Or mountain goat. Back to his comrades' shelt'ring crowd he sprang. The men of Troy advanc'd. though in form so fair. and on their pinions bear Battle and death to the Pygmaean race. To whom in stern rebuke thus Hector spoke: "Thou wretched Paris. back he recoils in haste. or died at least Unwedded. as when some trav'ller spies. in front of all Advanc'd the godlike Paris. Than thus to live a scandal and reproach. In fear of death. With noise and clamour. But when the godlike Paris saw him spring Defiant from the ranks.WHEN by their sev'ral chiefs the troops were rang'd. in his hand He pois'd two brass-tipp'd jav'lins. Thou slave of woman. So back recoil'd. On th' other side the Greeks in silence mov'd. for he deem'd that now His vengeance was at hand. or antler'd stag. hunger-pinch'd. and from his car.

"Hold. Shoot not! for Hector of the glancing helm Hath. trampled in the dust. who fashions out Some naval timber. and aids the striker's force. and Hector joy'd to hear his words: Forth in the midst he stepp'd. they held their hands. with unbated edge Cleaves the firm wood. Yet blame not me for golden Venus' gifts: The gifts of Heav'n are not to be despis'd. thy people. Or Venus' gifts of beauty and of grace. Bid that the Trojans and the Grecians all Be seated on the ground. The words of Paris. ye Trojans. I needs must own thy censure just. cause of endless grief. as it seems. But too forbearing are the men of Troy. let him bear The woman and the spoils in triumph home." He said. contempt to thee! Durst thou the warlike Menelaus meet. thy flowing hair. by marriage ties Bound to a race of warriors. but man could not command. and with his spear Grasp'd by the middle." To whom the godlike Paris thus replied: "Hector.A woman. That in a strong man's hand. Of triumph to thy foes. and whoe'er shall prove The better man in conflict. while in the midst The warlike Menelaus and himself Stand front to front. and ye well-greav'd Greeks. in peace and friendship sworn. stay'd the Trojan ranks. and silent stood Expectant. Thy state. But loud the monarch Agamemnon's voice Was heard. Or. thy dauntless courage knows Nor pause nor weariness. Argives. the rest. While ye. Prompt to assail with arrows and with stones. Thou to thy cost shouldst learn the might of him Whose bride thou didst not fear to bear away: Then shouldst thou find of small avail thy lyre. but as an axe. Ere now thy body had in stone been cas'd. hold! ye sons of Greece. for Helen and the spoils Of war to combat. And to their native Argos they return. Nor without cause. . Else for the ills that thou hast wrought the state. For noble steeds and lovely women fam'd. till to both thus Hector spoke: "Hear now. Ev'n so unwearied is thy warlike soul." He said. and whoe'er shall prove The better man in conflict. At him the long-haired Grecians bent their bows. for Helen and the spoils Of war to combat. let him bear The woman and the spoils in triumph home. He asks through me that all the host of Troy And Grecian warriors shall upon the ground Lay down their glitt'ring arms. cause of all this war. Which Heav'n may give. and in the midst The warlike Menelaus and myself Stand front to front. to thy sire. Shall still possess the fertile plains of Troy. some message to impart. But if thou wilt that I should dare the fight. fair of face.

In hopes of respite from the weary war. So let him die! the rest. the rest. in this quarrel I May claim the chiefest share. o'er her head she threw . for Saturnian Jove: And let the majesty of Priam too Appear. of Priam's daughters all Loveliest of face: she in her chamber found Her whom she sought: a mighty web she wove. Of double woof and brilliant hues. the storm of battle hush'd. impatient for the fight." Thus Hector spoke. For her encounter'd at the hand of Mars. Bring then two lambs. and parents. But in the councils check'd by rev'rend age. and now I hope Trojans and Greeks may see the final close Of all the labours ye so long have borne T' avenge my wrong. at Paris' hand sustain'd. and aged Priam call. sister dear. in haste Talthybius sent: He heard. himself to consecrate our oaths. while Paris in the midst And warlike Menelaus. in Helen's breast arose Fond recollection of her former Lord. their lances bright Beside them reared. For Tellus and for Sol. The heav'nly messenger: in form she seem'd Her husband's sister." He said. whom Antenor's son. and void of faith. Beside her Iris stood. And for all int'rests due provision made. And of us two whiche'er is doom'd to death. (For reckless are his sons.While we. Laodice.) That none Jove's oath may dare to violate. Roll'd o'er the plain the woful tide of war. Their lamb to bring. thyself The prize of conquest and the victor's wife." Thus as she spoke. They who erewhile. and thus she spoke: "Come. Her home. whereon Was interwoven many a toilsome strife Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks. Reclining on their shields. bold in fight. While Agamemnon to the hollow ships. Meantime to white-arm'd Helen Iris sped. we on our part Will bring another. Alike are weigh'd the future and the past. But Menelaus. and Greeks and Trojans gladly heard. and they themselves Descending doff'd their arms. They rang'd the cars in ranks. and see the glorious deeds Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks. and straight the monarch's voice obey'd. with narrow space between. replied: "Hear now my answer. the rest in silence heard. and laid them down Close each by each. depart in peace. stand prepar'd With the long spear for thee to fight. firm peace and friendship swear. The valiant Helicaon had to wife. one white. For young men's spirits are too quickly stirr'd. Two heralds to the city Hector sent To bring the lambs. the other black. Now silent sit.

a King indeed!" To whom in answer. child of happy fate. as the cricket. Panthous. Helen. and thy friends (not thee I blame. I call'd him brother once. By age exempt from war. They quickly at the Scaean gate arriv'd. wise in council both: All these were gather'd at the Scaean gate. Nor bring on us and on our sons a curse. sat. my child. And yet. ruler good. Wide-reigning. and of Mygdon. friends. and shedding tender tears She issu'd forth. "Oh bless'd Atrides. Bold Icetaon." Thus they. with grief I pine away. not unaccompanied. as to the tow'r she came. And left my husband. Tell me the name of yonder mighty chief Among the Greeks a warrior brave and strong: Others in height surpass him. And stag-ey'd Clymene. for goddess-like she seems. and with shame I look on thee: oh would that I had died That day when hither with thy son I came. but aged Priam Helen call'd: "Come here. Favour'd of Heav'n! how many noble Greeks Obey thy rule! In vine-clad Phrygia once I saw the hosts of Phrygian warriors wheel Their rapid steeds. but my eyes A form so noble never yet beheld. Atreus' son. The Elders of the city. Who lay encamp'd beside Sangarius' stream: I too with them was number'd. that on high From topmost boughs of forest tree sends forth His delicate music. And Lampus. but in discourse Abundant. and sitting by my side. and darling child. And "'tis no marvel. all the bands Of Otreus. and Ucalegon. His kindred.A snowy veil. in the day When met them in the field the Amazons. he moves. But to the Gods I owe this woful war). The woman-warriors. Yon chief is Agamemnon. Helen they saw. From whence thou canst discern thy former Lord. For with her went fair AEthra." one to other said. Nor so august. let her go. Lost as I am. And all the lov'd companions of my youth: That I died not. Pittheus' child. dearest father. godlike King. And valiant warrior. mighty monarch." She spoke: th' old man admiring gaz'd. Clytius. so on Ilium's tow'rs Sat the sage chiefs and councillors of Troy. and with them. in my husband's name. despite her beauty. Attending there on aged Priam. "The valiant Trojans and the well-greav'd Greeks For beauty such as this should long endure The toils of war. and cried. I will tell thee true. her maidens twain. and Thymaetes. heav'nly fair: "With rev'rence. but their forces all . With sage Antenor. But to thy question.

but like one untaught. In fluent language Menelaus spoke." At sight of Ajax next th' old man enquir'd. In stature less than Atreus' royal son. Brave Menelaus and Ulysses came. that moves Majestic through a flock of snow-white ewes. and my mother's sons. the staff he bore. nor back He wav'd. yet clear. matchless pugilist. or void of sense. Tow'ring o'er all with head and shoulders broad?" To whom. Seated. dear child. and of ampler chest. "Who is yon other warrior. His arms are laid upon the fertile plain. I lodg'd them in my house. In Lacedaemon have they stay'd behind? Or can it be." Ulysses next the old man saw. No mortal with Ulysses could compare: Then little reck'd we of his outward show. "Of these thy words I can the truth avouch. Helen. Castor. when from Crete he came. brave and strong." then the sage Antenor said. yet vers'd In ev'ry stratagem. in answer. and ask'd. and deep device." "O woman. and lov'd them both. When both were standing. in ocean-going ships That they have come indeed. heav'nly fair: "Gigantic Ajax that. two captains of the host. the prop of Greece. He held it motionless. Castor and Pollux. o'er his comrade high With broad-set shoulders Menelaus stood. My own two brethren. Whom once I knew. No wordy babbler. Now all the other keen-ey'd Greeks I see. his eyes Bent on the ground. But when his chest its deep-ton'd voice sent forth. when to all Their public speech and argument they fram'd. But he himself is moving through the ranks. And by his side Idomeneus of Crete Stands godlike. in the great Assembly. Laertes' son: Though bred in rugged Ithaca. thus replied: "The wise Ulysses that. Ulysses was the nobler form: Then. like a full-fleec'd ram. Pollux. And studied well the form and mind of each. wasteful of his speech: But when the skill'd Ulysses rose to speak. "Tell me again. circled round by Cretan chiefs. With down-cast visage would he stand. though young in years. But two I miss. nor forward. Helen. As they with Trojans mix'd in social guise. The warlike Menelaus welcom'd him Oft in our palace. In words though few. Inspecting. charioteer Unrivalled. who this may be.Reach'd not the number of the keen-ey'd Greeks. For hither when on thine account to treat." To whom Jove's offspring. and now could call by name. But broader-shoulder'd. who only saw Would say that he was mad. but shun to join . With words that fell like flakes of wintry snow.

and they his word obey'd. that so A record may to future days remain. Alighting from the car. beside the hilt Of his great sword. If Paris be by Menelaus slain. And deep disgrace that on my name attend?" Thus she. In goat-skin flasks: therewith a flagon bright. And in the flagon mix'd the wine. the twain Drove through the Scaean gate their flying steeds. may bear away The woman and the spoils in triumph home. Suspended. as thus he spoke: "Son of Laomedon. To yoke his car. Uprose the sage Ulysses. Troy shall surrender Helen and the spoil. Most great! most glorious! and thou Sun. who after death beneath the earth Your vengeance wreak on souls of men forsworn. and from the victim's head He cut the sacred lock. His dagger then the son of Atreus drew. For noble steeds and lovely women fam'd. And genial wine. the old man shuddered at his words: But to his comrades gave command forthwith. While we. where Paris in the midst And warlike Menelaus stand prepar'd With the long spear for Helen and the spoils Of war to combat. but they beneath the teeming earth In Lacedaemon lay. and pour'd The hallowing water on the monarchs' hands. And to their native Argos they return. in peace and friendship sworn." He said. gather'd up the reins. arise! the chiefs Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks Call for thy presence on the battle-plain To swear a truce. And with Antenor by his side. and this our cov'nant guard. which to the chiefs Of Troy and Greece the heralds portion'd out. and stood Beside the aged King. Meanwhile the heralds through the city bore The treaty off'rings to the Gods. as was wont. they mov'd on foot Between the Trojan and the Grecian hosts. King of men. to the front The heralds brought the off'rings to the Gods. Idaeus brought. if Priam and his sons . that whoe'er may prove The better man in fight. But. With compensation due to Greece. their native land. But when between th' opposing ranks they came. Priam. And cups of gold. If Menelaus fall by Paris' hand. ascending. While in our ships we take our homeward way. Shall still possess the fertile plains of Troy. the produce of the soil. the lambs. who see'st And hearest all things! Rivers! and thou Earth! And ye. the rest. Uprose then Agamemnon. Paris slain. fearful of the shame.The fight of warriors. Then with uplifted hands he pray'd aloud: "O Father Jove! who rul'st from Ida's height. Let him retain both Helen and the spoil. Be witness ye.

" Thus spoke the godlike King. my rights in battle to assert. and to th' eternal Gods They pray'd. across the victims' throats He drew the pitiless blade. Ev'n as this wine we pour. And with Antenor by his side. unyielding. Will I remain. ye heav'nly pow'rs. their vigour by the blade subdued. Fasten'd with silver clasps. his ample chest A breastplate guarded. His brother. as the stream of life Pour'd forth. Then here. and on the ground He laid them gasping. by Lycaon lent. and ye well-greav'd Greeks! To Ilium's breezy heights I now withdraw. Trojans and Greeks alike. The rest. Then. with hands uplifted. Then Hector. then aged Priam spoke: "Hear me. th' allotted space. and we. of the two Which may be doom'd to death. heard their pray'r." Thus as he spoke. great Hector of the glancing helm. where near to each Were rang'd his active steeds. Then o'er his shoulders fair-hair'd Helen's Lord. Around his shoulders slung. shook the casque. and glitt'ring arms. silver-studded. the twain To Ilium's walls retrac'd their homeward way. Most great! most glorious! grant that whosoe'er On both our armies hath this turmoil brought May undergo the doom of death. then his shield Weighty and strong.The promis'd compensation shall withhold. and thus from Trojans and from Greeks Arose the joint petition. from out the cups The wine they pour'd. he gather'd up the reins. donn'd his armour bright: First on his legs the well-wrought greaves he fix'd. to the Gods." Thus they. but which fitted well his form. Theirs and their children's. Next. on the ground The rest lay down by ranks. and to th' immortal pow'rs of Heav'n. measur'd out. O Jove! Most great! most glorious! grant. Which of the two the first should throw the spear. on the earth be pour'd. "Grant. The crowd. and on his firm-set head . address'd their pray'r: "O Father Jove! who rul'st from Ida's height. With eyes averted. in the brass-bound helmet cast the lots. For that mine eyes will not endure the sight Of warlike Menelaus and my son Engag'd in deadly combat. son of Priam. With sage Ulysses join'd. The rites perform'd. firm peace and lasting friendship swear. ye Trojans. from the flagon drawn. himself Ascending then. The godlike Paris. and forth Was cast the lot of Paris. but Jove. till I the end achieve. their hearts' best blood. and on the car He plac'd the consecrated lambs. And strangers in subjection take their wives!" Thus they. his sword he bore. Brass-bladed. is only known To Jove. That whosoe'er this solemn truce shall break.

infuriate. by the horsehair plume He seiz'd his foeman's helm. and struck Fair in the midst Atrides' buckler round. and my spear Hath bootless left my hand." He said. The broider'd strap. child Of Jove. Circled with Trojan dames. on him who wrought me causeless wrong. that. hurl'd his weighty spear: Full in the midst it struck the buckler round. but him. on Ilium's tow'r: Her by her airy robe the Goddess held. grant that retribution due My arm may bring. Then thus to Jove." Then onward rushing. with eyes uplift to Heav'n. pass'd beneath his beard. back Inclining. and pois'd their quiv'ring spears. her she found. Then went in search of Helen. Atrides then his silver-studded sword Rearing on high. Menelaus pray'd: "Great King. and within Cut through the linen vest. Prepar'd alike the adverse warrior stood. and repay With treach'rous wile his hospitable cares. Regarded each: admiring wonder seiz'd The Trojan warriors and the well-greav'd Greeks. The trophy. Wrapt in a misty cloud. And endless fame acquir'd. On Paris. . Atrides made his moan: "O Father Jove! Of all the Gods. well wrought. As in the centre of the measur'd ground They stood oppos'd. upon the stubborn targe Was bent the lance's point. nor reached my foe. and wrenching round Dragg'd by main force amid the well-greav'd Greeks. but shiv'ring in his hand In countless fragments new the faithless blade. then thus to Jove. his hand Grasp'd the firm spear. And through the gorgeous breastplate. stoop'd. The helmet held. But broke not through.A helm he wore. that men in days to come May fear their host to injure. And broke the throttling strap of tough bull's hide. fearful. from the crowd apart their armour donn'd. and on a couch. but Paris. In the broad hand the empty helm remained. with horsehair plume That nodded. but Venus. o'er his brow. a mighty blow let fall On Paris' helm. her fav'rite's peril quickly saw. Right through the buckler pass'd the sturdy spear. by their champion whirl'd amid The well-greav'd Greeks. gently laid him down. and poising. but in my grasp My faithless sword is shatter'd. His weapon hurling. First Paris threw his weighty spear. his eager comrades seiz'd. Came forth: and each. the most unfriendly thou! On Paris' head I hop'd for all his crimes To wreak my vengeance due. the Queen of Love (As Gods can only) from the field convey'd. They. the warrior's throat compress'd: Then had Atrides dragg'd him from the field. familiar to his hold. Sweet perfumes breathing. While he. and shunn'd the doom of death. rush'd with murd'rous aim On Priam's son. with eyes of mutual hate.

there Helen sat. and e'en now My soul with endless sorrow is possess'd. Helen. and as I heretofore Have lov'd. Such bitter feuds. But when to Paris' splendid house they came." She said. and is willing yet That I. Here art thou found. and challenge to the fight The warlike Menelaus. and thy spear The warlike Menelaus should subdue! Go now again. resting on luxurious couch." She said. Be thou ware! I warn thee. and trembled Helen. 'twixt the Trojans and the Greeks. make me thus thy sport? Seek'st thou to bear me far away from hence To some fair Phrygian or Maeonian town. and lov'd her well. with manly beauty grac'd: Not from the fight of warriors wouldst thou deem He late had come. in a snow-white veil All glitt'ring. in his chamber he Expects thee. thy dauntless courage. And when she saw the Goddess' beauteous neck. A seat the laughter-loving Goddess plac'd By Paris' side. his bane. by the Goddess led She pass'd. Thronging around her. Address'd her thus: "Come. Or resting from the dance's pleasing toil. with downcast eyes. in Sparta when she dwelt. poor fool! lest I in wrath Desert thee quite. whom once I call'd My husband! vainly didst thou boast erewhile Thine arm. so make thee object of my hate. And kindle. Many a fair fleece had wrought. the child Of aegis-bearing Jove. and Helen's spirit within her mov'd. Paris calls thee. her attendants gave Their duteous service. as both shall wreak on thee. Yet with sharp words she thus address'd her Lord: "Back from the battle? would thou there hadst died Beneath a warrior's arm.And in the likeness of an aged dame Who oft for her. and address'd her thus: "Oh why. She gaz'd in wonder. child of Jove. to weave again thy wiles! Go then thyself! thy godship abdicate! Renounce Olympus! lavish here on him Thy pity and thy care! he may perchance Make thee his wife--at least his paramour! But thither go not I! foul shame it were Again to share his bed. should to his home return. but for the dance prepar'd. Her lovely bosom. In costly garb. through the lofty hall With queenly grace the godlike woman pass'd." To whom in anger heav'nly Venus spoke: "Incense me not. great Goddess. Come. ere madly thou presume With fair-hair'd Menelaus to contend! . unnotic'd by the Trojan dames. to thy house. for that Menelaus in the field Hath vanquish'd Paris. If there some mortal have thy favour gain'd? Or. and her glowing eyes. pause. the dames of Troy Will for a byword hold me. shrouded. She rose in silence.

and Allies! With warlike Menelaus rests. She persuades Pandarus to aim an arrow at Menelaus. and exhorts the leaders. the Greeks. that so A record may to future days remain.Soon shouldst thou fall beneath his conqu'ring spear. King of men: "Hear me. 'tis plain. Atrides." He said. would any one that knew Have screen'd him from his anger. ye Trojans. and while there reclin'd Upon the richly-inlaid couch they lay. and led her to the nuptial couch. for they all Abhorr'd him as the shade of death: then thus Outspoke great Agamemnon. Her Lord she follow'd. but not one of all The Trojans and their brave allies could aid The warlike Menelaus in his search. some by praises. Nestor is particularly celebrated for his military discipline. with Pallas' aid. and others by reproofs. As now it fills my soul with fond desire. Not that. who is wounded. as through the last book. THE BREACH OF THE TRUCE. The battle joins. he reviews the troops. assenting. But turn we now to love." To whom thus Paris: "Wring not thus my soul With keen reproaches: now. but my day Will come: I too can boast my guardian Gods. Hath Menelaus conquer'd. ARGUMENT. The Gods deliberate in council concerning the Trojan war: they agree upon the continuation of it. but cured by Machaon. And revell'd in thy love on Cranae's isle. cheer'd his words. In the mean time some of the Trojan troops attack the Greeks. The scene is wholly in the field before Troy. The prize of vict'ry: then surrender ye The Argive Helen and the spoils of war. ." Thus he. Dardans. For never did thy beauty so inflame My sense. and love's delights. as it does also through the two following. BOOK IV. Agamemnon is distinguished in all the parts of a good general. rush'd Amid the crowd. and great numbers are slain on both sides. for love. not when from Lacedaemon first I bore thee in my ocean-going ships. With compensation due to Greece. and Jupiter sends down Minerva to break the truce. like a lion baffled. if haply he might find The godlike Paris. and almost to the end of the seventh book. The same day continues through this. AND THE FIRST BATTLE.

my will should be Some city to destroy. But have thy will. And Trojans all. when. but seated side by side. and. Consenting. beneath the sun And starry Heaven. Hebe in the midst Pour'd the sweet nectar. the strong-built walls of Troy? Couldst thou but force the gates. Let Priam's city stand. in wrath. My weary labour and my horses' toil. While laughter-loving Venus. still averts his fate. but consult we now What may the issue be." So spoke the God. and ponder what I say: If e'er. Queen of Argos. and void of fruit. Began the wrath of Juno to provoke: "Two Goddesses for Menelaus fight. dread son of Saturn. the vict'ry. Thou. dost thou speak? How wouldst thou render vain. but yield. and on Priam's self. To stir the people. and Priam's sons. None to my soul was dear as sacred Troy. but with heart that ill consents. a bloody banquet make. bring disastrous fate? Do as thou wilt! yet not with our consent. and entering in On Priam's mangled flesh. round the board of Jove. Juno and Pallas glances interchang'd Of ill portent for Troy. that thus thou seek'st With unabated anger to pursue. And Priam's self. with cutting words and taunting tone. though inly wroth with Jove. if thus your gen'ral voice incline. And rescues. in times to come. and thus she spoke: "What words. inhabited By men beloved of thee. My altar still hath at their hands been fed. Each other pledg'd.On golden pavement. the Cloud-compeller thus: "Revengeful! how have Priam and his sons So deeply injur'd thee. To warlike Menelaus we decree. lest this in future times 'Twixt me and thee be cause of strife renew'd. The Gods were gather'd. For me. Or the two sides in peace and friendship join. seek not to turn My wrath aside. they. and with thee Minerva. at the side Of Paris standing. as I do now. well-pleased it seems. look on." To whom. shield of warriors. and fat of lambs. and Priam's warrior race. if we shall light Again the name of war and discord fierce. Juno. Then Jove. as down they look'd on Troy. expecting death. as now. Yet answer'd not a word. Pallas indeed Sat silent. Yet hear my words. Till thou o'erthrow. Of right. but ye two Sitting aloof. And Priam's offspring. but Juno's breast Could not contain her rage. Perchance thy fury might at length be stayed. For with drink-off'rings due. . For of all cities fair. and Helen back To warlike Menelaus be restor'd. the abode of mortal men. in golden cups.

encircled by his sturdy band Of bucklered followers from AEsepus' stream. of noble birth and stalwart form. Pallas meanwhile. as the eldest born Of deep-designing Saturn. work on them thy will. nor hinder thee. reluctant see their fall. And most of all with Paris. Worthy of honour. is laid upon the fun'ral pyre." To whom the stag-ey'd Juno thus replied: "Three cities are there. Destroy them. Lycaon's son? For durst thou but at Menelaus shoot Thy winged arrow. "What means This sign? Must fearful battle rage again. Like to a meteor. that. dearest to my heart. who o'er all th' Immortals reign'st supreme. The son of deep-designing Saturn sends. if thine anger they incur." She said: the Sire of Gods and men complied. and the Greeks assail. when he hears That warlike Menelaus. Mourn them I shall. and thy wife. by thy shaft Subdued.Such honour hath to us been ever paid. Clad in the likeness of Antenor's son. and address'd him thus: "Wilt thou by me be ruled. Argos. amazement held The Trojan warriors and the well-greav'd Greeks. On Pallas then enjoin That to the battle-field of Greece and Troy She haste. And great thy favour with the men of Troy. for sovereign is thy will. great would be thy fame. Or may we hope for gentle peace from Jove. and so contrive that Trojans first May break the treaty. Laodocus. at his hand Thou shalt receive rich guerdon. For I too am a God. Bright-flashing. She stood beside him. And one to other look'd and said. But yield we each to other. And thou to me. scatt'ring fiery sparks around. my blood is thine. Search'd here and there." His words fresh impulse gave to Pallas' zeal. But not resist. Standing. . Lycaon's son She found. if haply she might find The godlike Pandarus. And from Olympus' heights in haste she sped. The blue-ey'd Goddess darted down to earth. Yet should my labours not be fruitless all. of grave portent To warring armies or sea-faring men. Thine. And lighted in the midst. and so contrive that Trojans first May break the treaty. a spearman stout and brave. and the ample streets Of rich Mycenae. I to thee. and the Greeks assail. And thus with winged words to Pallas spoke: "Go to the battle-field of Greece and Troy In haste. Who to mankind dispenses peace and war?" Such was the converse Greeks and Trojans held. amid the Trojan host. I will not interpose. and Sparta. the other Gods will all By us be rul'd.

And vow'd to Phoebus. lest the sons of Greece Should make their onset ere his shaft could reach The warlike Menelaus. then thy graceful thighs. ne'er shot before. before thee stood. Menelaus. Nor. Jove's daughter first. and tipp'd the ends with gold. Straight he uncas'd his polish'd bow. as tow'rd the crowd With deadly speed the eager arrow sprang. and ancles. Right through the belt of curious workmanship It drove. And polish'd smooth. brushes off a fly. On the close-fitting belt the arrow struck. his spoil Won from a mountain ibex. messenger of pangs and death. Strung it anew. fool.Bend then thy bow at Atreus' glorious son. to pay of firstling lambs An ample hecatomb. prone on the rock he fell. Lycia's guardian God. as from behind a crag He came in sight. In ambush lurking. These deftly wrought a skilful workman's hand. his faithful comrades held Their shields before him. And where the breastplate. At once the sinew and the notch he drew. Lycia's guardian God. Wrapt in sweet slumbers. sharp rang the horn. and turn'd aside The pointed arrow. and the horseman's pride: So. which himself. The stinging arrow fitted to the string. then. and. when home return'd In safety to Zeleia's sacred town. True to his aim. was thy safety then Uncar'd for of the Gods. By many a valiant horseman coveted. With crimson dye the ivory stains. . to pay of firstling lambs An ample hecatomb. With care a shaft he chose. with thy blood were dy'd. and resting on the ground his bow. and to the bow The iron head. The sinew to his breast. With horns of sixteen palms his head was crown'd. he listen'd to her words. His quiver then withdrawing from its case. Menelaus. As in the house it lies. Vowing to Phoebus. Atreus' son. turn'd it so aside As when a mother from her infant's cheek. when the mighty bow Was to a circle strain'd. His inmost guard and best defence to check The hostile weapons' force. Its course she so directed that it struck Just where the golden clasps the belt restrain'd. The Archer-King. a monarch's boast. and graz'd the hero's flesh. Forth issued from the wound the crimson blood. yet onward still The arrow drove. check'd its force. and through the breastplate richly wrought. And loud the sinew twang'd. The horse adorning. designed To be the cheek-piece of a warrior's steed. He bent. through the breast had shot. when home return'd In safety to Zeleia's sacred town. The Archer-King. And through the coat of mail he wore beneath. doubled. Pallas. As when some Carian or Maeonian maid. Well-feather'd. And knees." Thus she.

and their wives'. Menelaus. And coat of mail. And Saturn's son himself. And bootless home with empty ships hath gone. Yet soon or late will Jove assert their claim. Who dwells in Heav'n.' Thus when men speak. And Priam's race. the doublet next beneath. meeting thus thy fate." To whom the fair-hair'd Menelaus thus With. gape. And as a trophy to the sons of Troy The Argive Helen leave. And heavy penalties the perjured pay With their own blood. To thirsty Argos should I then return By foul disgrace o'erwhelm'd. and to the sacred herald call'd: "Haste thee. on compact sworn. but not in vain Are solemn cov'nants and the blood of lambs. Wounded by Trojans. nor cause The troops to fear: the arrow hath not touch'd A vital part: the sparkling belt hath first Turn'd it aside. and hide my shame." He said. with thy fall. As Menelaus by the hand he held. high-throned Jove." To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: "Dear Menelaus. and Priam's royal self. back his spirit came. deep will be my grief. if not at once. But. leaping on the tomb Of noble Menelaus. . And with him groan'd his comrades: "Brother dear. So in my inmost soul full well I know The day shall come when this imperial Troy. and hand-plight given. If thou shouldst perish. Shall in one common ruin be o'erthrown. thus shall say: 'On all his foes may Agamemnon so His wrath accomplish. And valiant Menelaus left behind. and with insulting scorn Some vaunting Trojan. and spread it o'er With healing ointments to assuage the pain. earth. may thy words be true! The leech shall tend thy wound. this treach'rous deed Avenging. Wherein men place their trust. who hath hither led Of Greeks a mighty army. their children's. The treaty wine outpoured. Agamemnon spoke. cheering words: "Fear not thyself. I wrought thy death when late. I sent thee forth alone for Greece to fight.Great Agamemnon shudder'd as he saw The crimson drops out-welling from the wound. Thy work undone. Talthybius! summon with all speed The son of AEsculapius. the work of arm'rer's hands. Shudder'd the warlike Menelaus' self. Then deeply groaning. this shall surely come to pass. shall in their faces flash His aegis dark and dread. peerless leech. thy bones meanwhile Shall moulder here beneath a foreign soil. all in vain. The Greeks will mind them of their native land. who their plighted faith Have trodden under foot. for. But when not buried in his flesh he saw The barb and sinew.

bid him hither haste to see The warlike Menelaus. and thro' the wide-spread host. but when they came Where fair-hair'd Menelaus. Their wives and helpless children bear away. from the clotted blood He cleans'd it. But full of ardour to the field he rush'd. From the close-fitting belt the shaft he drew. where struck The stinging arrow. Who follow'd him from Trica's grassy plains. no shrinking from the fight. wounded. your warlike toil. which Chiron erst In friendly guise upon his sire bestowed. and the doublet underneath. But when the wound appear'd in sight. and for the fight prepar'd. him he found Standing. And coat of mail. regardless of their oaths. Trojan or Lycian. to us of grief. to us of grief. Who by an arrow from some practis'd hand. He left his horses and brass-mounted car (The champing horses by Eurymedon. Trojan or Lycian. .Machaon. The son of Ptolemy. and not unmov'd Machaon heard: They thro' the crowd. when faint with toil His limbs should fail him marshalling his host. nor did the herald not obey. "Ye wretched Greeks. But through the brass-clad ranks of Greece he pass'd. Around him in a ring the best of Greece. Have broken truce. while we. Were held aloof)." But whom remiss and shrinking from the war He found. For Jove to falsehood ne'er will give his aid. stood. shall with their flesh themselves The vultures feed. your country's foul reproach. their city raz'd. the work of arm'rer's hand. chief of Greeks. summons thee to see The warlike Menelaus. with keen rebuke lie thus assail'd. Himself on foot the warrior ranks array'd. In search of brave Machaon. Together took their way. A cause of boast to them." He said. by buckler'd warriors bold begirt. Who by an arrow from some practis'd hand. He stood beside him. advanc'd the Trojan hosts: They donn'd their arms. chief of Greeks. hath receiv'd a wound. With cheering words addressing whom he found With zeal preparing for the battle-field: "Relax not. and address'd him thus: "Up. While round the valiant Menelaus they Were thus engag'd. valiant friends. In Agamemnon then no trace was seen Of laggard sloth. hath receiv'd a wound. son of AEsculapius! Atreus' son. Peiraeus' son. the sparkling belt He loosen'd. And they who first. but with repeated charge Still to be near at hand. Breaking the pointed barbs. A cause of boast to them. and applied with skilful hand The herbs of healing power. The mighty monarch." Thus he. And in the midst the godlike chief himself.

thou shalt ever find. still new replenished stands To drink at pleasure. He came where thronging round their skilful chief Idomeneus. the monarch Agamemnon saw. . the stalwart youths. and Agamemnon went his way Rejoicing. As at the first I promis'd. and with it brings A hurricane of rain. and stir the other long-haired Greeks To speedy battle. comrade true. Atrides. Idomeneus: "In me. and came Where stood th' Ajaces. and defeat and death Must wait on those who have their oaths forsworn." To whom the Cretan King. it sweeps along O'er the dark ocean's face. Though others drink their share. that such mind As is in you. nor dare to face the fight. To Pallas and Apollo. Impatient for the war. them. he. that in the chase run down. And show thyself the warrior that thou art. black as pitch. The leaders of the brass-clad Greeks. Of courage stubborn as the forest boar. in all the camp were found. The foremost ranks array'd. sees. about th' Ajaces stirr'd. with joy The monarch Agamemnon saw. and thus With accents bland Idomeneus address'd: "Idomeneus. And as a goat-herd from his watch-tow'r crag Beholds a cloud advancing o'er the sea. and see if Jove Will o'er you his protecting hand extend?" As thus the King the serried ranks review'd. What! will ye wait the Trojans' near approach. Then soon should Priam's lofty city fall. shudd'ring. where the noblest mix The ruddy wine for chiefs alone reserved. the warlike bands of Crete Were arming for the fight. to you. For well ye understand your troops to rouse To deeds of dauntless courage. spiritless and tame? So stand ye now. Amid a cloud of infantry he found. Where on the beach.Have ye no sense of shame? Why stand ye thus Like timid fawns. yet by thy side Thy cup. And thus address'd them: "Valiant chiefs. through the crowd he pass'd. And drives his flock beneath the shelt'ring cave: So thick and dark. Well pleas'd. By Zephyr's breath impell'd. in act to arm. I honour thee. Stand all bewildered. I give ('Twere needless and unseemly) no commands. In battle and elsewhere. Our goodly ships are drawn. bristling close with spear and shield. Black masses. would to Jove. as from afar He gazes. Idomeneus. But go. Up then to the fight. above all other Greeks. since the Trojans now The truce have broken. And in the banquet. like mine. beside the hoary deep. Meriones The rearmost squadrons had in charge." He said.

" Thus saying. Well pleas'd. he found The troops arraying. And aid with sage advice: for such the right And privilege of age. The horsemen first he charg'd. experienc'd in the wars of old. charioteer renown'd. The raisers of the war-cry. And thus address'd him. Assail the Trojans. circled by th' Athenian bands. in the rear. I too fain would see restor'd The strength I once possess'd. old man. such too were thy strength And vigour of thy limbs." he said. close beside The sage Ulysses stood. And Bias bold. Haemon. the Cephalonian troops: The sound of battle had not reach'd their ears. In the front rank. That. Thrust with your spears. and onward mov'd. who boast their vigour unimpair'd. Rejoicing: to Menestheus next he came. and now am bow'd with age. a cloud of infantry. who after me Were born. warlike Prince. Yet with the chariots can I still go forth. But ranging each beside a hostile car. Alastor. the monarch Agamemnon saw. Till other Grecian columns should advance. as thy spirit. Not unrenown'd. The son of Peteus. I then was young.Tak'n and destroy'd by our victorious hands. and to valiant deeds His friends encouraging. weighs thee down. in elder days Were lofty walls and fenced towns destroy'd. Him found he." He said. but now old age. "Would to Heav'n. For but of late the Greek and Trojan hosts Were set in motion. In skill or valour over-confident. to hurl the spear Belongs to younger men. for such the better way. spoke: . to stem the tide of war. "that none. they expecting stood. and renew the war. The common lot of mortals. stout Pelagon. and thus. Compactly mass'd. reproachful. for so your lines were easier forc'd. nor wildly rush Amid the tumult: "See. Atrides saw. what time I slew The godlike Ereuthalion. nor alone Retire. Advance before his comrades. around him rang'd. And thou couldst still be numbered with the young!" To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: "Atrides. That e'en against their will they needs must fight. the smooth-tongu'd Pylian chief. and Agamemnon went his way. his people's sure defence. Nestor. Would I could see some others in thy place. Num'rous and brave. with chariot and with horse." Thus he. By men so disciplin'd. but the Gods On man bestow not all their gifts at once. He plac'd the car-borne warriors. and bade them keep Their horses well in hand. Between the two he plac'd th' inferior troops. them he left. Chromius.

The boon they ask'd was granted them. For ye are first my summons to receive. Ulysses thus: "What words have pass'd the barrier of thy lips. them he left. Laertes' high-born son. so. And thus address'd him with reproachful words: "Alas! thou son of Tydeus. For reinforcements earnestly they sued. The son of Tydeus. Whene'er the honour'd banquet we prepare: And well ye like to eat the sav'ry meat. and wait For others coming? ye should be the first The hot assault of battle to confront. Heav'n-descended King! And thou too. the luscious wine-cups drain: Now stand ye here. a stranger and alone. then come. henceforth Shall all be well. and challeng'd all To wrestle with him. and smiling. and if a hasty word Have pass'd. The Greeks upon a mission Tydeus sent: He went. at your will. Why. the father of Telemachus In the fore-front: thy words are empty wind. beside him. ling'ring. not over-much I give thee blame. wise and bold. Thy thoughts are one with mine. Sthenelus. . by report. thus Recalled his former words: "Ulysses sage. may Heaven regard it as unsaid. Standing he found amid his warlike steeds And well-built cars. valiant Diomed. they say Whose eyes beheld his labours. and unconcern'd would see Ten columns pass before you to the fight. but Jove With unpropitious omens turn'd them back. And. He stood unterrified."O son of Peteus. but. stand ye thus aloof. at least. With godlike Polynices. Why crouch with fear? why thus appall'd survey The pass of war? not so had Tydeus crouch'd. with stern regard. thou shalt see (If that thou care to see) amid the ranks Of Troy. master of all tricky arts. not at war. His hand was ever ready from their foes To guard his comrades. and many Thebans there he found Feasting in Eteocles' royal hall: Amid them all. and onward mov'd. But seeking succour for the troops that lay Encamp'd before the sacred walls of Thebes. or orders. nor saw." To whom." Thus saying. A stranger to Mycenae once he came. Atrides saw." Atrides saw him chafed. Atrides? how with want of warlike zeal Canst thou reproach us? when the Greeks again The furious war shall waken. Advancing on their journey. I myself Nor met him e'er. and with ease o'erthrew: So mighty was the aid that Pallas gave. for I know Thy mind to gentle counsels is inclin'd. when they reach'd Asopus' grassy banks and rushes deep. The son of Capaneus. Thy father was the foremost man of men.

And Fear. and those the blue-ey'd Maid. His son will never rival him in arms. The seven-gated city. So rose their mingled clamours through the camp. with stern regard: "Father. Great too his loss if they o'er us prevail: Then come. at milking-time. and tosses high the wild sea-spray: Column on column. Then equal not our fathers' deeds with ours.Whereat indignant. on his return. He spar'd. and from the crags Recoiling flings in giant curves its head Aloft. and fav'ring Jove." He said. they. ceaseless. he slew them all: Maeon alone. to each the chiefs Their orders gave. the Trojans. obedient to the Gods. and Flight. as the flocks That in the court-yard of some wealthy Lord In countless numbers stand. Then answer'd thus the son of Capaneus: "Atrides. Such Tydeus was: though greater in debate. as their lambs they hear. Haemon's godlike son. hearken to my words: I blame not Agamemnon. of fifty chosen youths. Who thus to battle stirs the well-greav'd Greeks: His will the glory be if we o'ercome The valiant Trojans. King of men. Incessant bleating. speak not falsely: well thou know'st The truth. the rest in silence mov'd: Nor would ye deem that mighty mass endued With power of speech. With smaller force beneath the wall of Mars. On th' other hand. and these too far'd But ill at Tydeus' hand. Of blood-stain'd Mars the sister and the friend: . That ev'n the stoutest heart might quail with fear. and their city take. An ambush set. we took. Where they by blind. anon with thund'ring roar It breaks upon the beach. Trusting to heav'nly signs." He said: brave Diomed in silence heard. that we our fathers far surpass. to the war. and from the car leap'd down in arms: Fierce rang the armour on the warrior's breast. and bade him bear the tidings home. For not one language nor one speech was there. Son of Autophonus. Thebes. first curls the ruffled sea With whit'ning crests. presumptuous folly fail'd." To whom thus Diomed. As by the west wind driv'n. the ocean waves Dash forward on the far-resounding shore. Wave upon wave. Maeon. Two were their leaders. let us too for the fight prepare. be silent. warrior brave. Submissive to the monarch's stern rebuke. so silently they moved In awe of their great captains: far around Flashed the bright armour they were girt withal. But many nations call'd from distant lands: These Mars inspir'd. and Lycophontes. and Discord unappeas'd. so the hosts of Greece Pour'd.

fierce as wolves They fought. prone in dust he fell. Whose mother gave him birth on Simois' banks. to the front advancing. man struggling hand to hand with man. First 'mid the foremost ranks Antilochus A Trojan warrior. Simoisius. encas'd In radiant armour. But through the groin Ulysses' faithful friend. and the furious might Of mail-clad warriors. Him. So lay the youthful Simoisius. and slack'd his limbs in death. Dragg'd from beneath the darts. Then rose too mingled shouts and groans of men Slaying and slain. lies the tree. indeed. beside the river. To bend the felloes of his well-built car. As some tall poplar. amid the press he fell. Him Elephenor. where meet Their mingled waters in some deep ravine. When with her parents down from Ida's heights She drove her flock. the brass-tipp'd spear was driv'n. When to the midst they came. so loud arose The shouts and yells of those commingling hosts. Beneath his horsehair-plumed helmet's peak The sharp spear struck. The son of Priam. Echepolus. the earth ran red with blood. And. like a tow'r. "While yet she treads the earth. As when. Their weight of flood. in haste to strip His armour off. on the far mountain's side The shepherd hears the roar. . affronts the skies. unguarded. slew. thence Simoisius nam'd: Not destined he his parents to repay Their early care. By godlike Ajax' mighty spear subdued. At him. Son of Chalcodon. deep in his forehead fix'd It pierc'd the bone. from amid the crowd His jav'lin threw. Beside his shield. Antiphus. bossy shield on shield Clatter'd in conflict. The spirit was fled. felled By godlike Ajax' hand. A crested chief. Out through the shoulder. together rush'd Bucklers and lances. Two wintry torrents. grown in marshy mead. as he stoop'd. For bold Agenor mark'd him as he drew The corpse aside. brave Abantian chief. Son of Anthemion. anon her head. and woe to mortals wrought."With humble crest at first. Smooth-stemm'd. but hotly o'er him rag'd The war of Greeks and Trojans. By the right nipple. descending from the mountain's brow. From front to back. Strode through the crowd. seizing by the feet. then darkness veil'd his eyes. Sapless. Ajax struck. Which with the biting axe the wheelwright fells. he miss'd. in the breast. The gage of battle in the midst she threw. Then Ajax Telamon a stalwart youth. loud the clamour rose. slew. with branches tapering tow'rd the head. for short his term of life. in turn. but short-liv'd was th' attempt. right through. his mark. from their copious source Pour downward to the narrow pass. Thalesius' noble son. and with his brass-tipp'd spear Thrust through his flank.

And great Achilles. Democoon. and loud his armour rang. and with his sharp-edg'd sword Across his waistband gave the mortal stroke: Yet could not touch his arms. who through that bloody field might pass By sword or spear unwounded. Mov'd 'mid the tumult. and the laggards rous'd. both hands extending to his friends. he struck. and to the Trojans shouted loud: "Uprouse ye. then quick up-ran He who the blow had dealt. . Their long spears held before them. perforce He yielded. Smote on the head. him Ulysses. though stout. and from his breast withdrew The sturdy spear. Nor vainly flew the spear. through either temple pass'd The pointed spear. And round them many a valiant soldier lay. the Thracian and th' Epeian chief. and valiant. At this the Trojan chiefs." So from the city call'd the heav'nly voice. The Greeks. for all around The Thracian warriors. by th' AEtolian chief.Leucus. Nor iron. backward in the dust He fell. kept at bay. and forward urg'd their course. and bones. The huge mass shatter'd. A bastard son of Priam. Thoas approach'd. Look'd down. at his comrade's slaughter. filled with wrath. Fights not. valiant Trojans! give not way Before the Greeks. filled Ulysses' breast. fill'd With fury at his lov'd companion's death. 'Gan to give ground: the Greeks with joyful shouts Seiz'd on the dead. his high-bred mares There left to pasture. dying. their tufted crowns. But he. the tendons both. And. in act to bear away The youthful dead. and with his spear Thrust through him. and darkness veil'd his eyes. meanwhile. Thoas. advancing. all-glorious Pallas fir'd. of the dead relax'd his grasp. and Hector's self. and pois'd on high his glitt'ring lance: Beneath his aim the Trojans back recoil'd. but o'er his anger broods apart. down on the corpse he fell. and through his lungs the spear was driv'n. around He look'd. met the blow: He from Abydos came. from AEnon came The Thracian chief who hurl'd it. by the navel. and darkness veil'd his eyes. from the wound His bowels gush'd. by the hand Of Pallas guarded from the weapon's flight. and standing near. Thund'ring he fell. fair-hair'd Thetis' son. through the breast was struck Above the nipple. and thus side by side were laid The two. Peirous. Fierce anger. Amarynceus' son: A rugged fragment of a rock had crush'd His ancle and right leg. to defy your trenchant swords. Then fell Diores. him. their bodies are not stone. And strong. with. in burnished armour clad Forward he rush'd. Gasping his life away. Well might the deeds achieved that day deserve His praise. From Ilium's heights Apollo. son Of Imbrasus.

Pallas gave. and sends him groaning to heaven. the latter incites Diomed to go against that god. Apollo seconds her in his rescue. And Phegeus. and side by side. The scene is the same as in the former. and miss'd its mark. first Phegeus threw his spear. many a Greek. and assists Hector to make a stand. among the rest Tlepolemus is slain by Sarpedon. Idaeus from the well-wrought chariot sprang. excepting Venus. of blameless life. and prohibits him from contending with any of the former. and AEneas in great danger but for the assistance of Venus. THE ACTS OF DIOMED. assisted by Pallas. on Phegeus' breast it struck. and. Juno and Minerva descend to resist Mars. O'er the left shoulder of Tydides pass'd The erring weapon's point. but the goddess cures him. Two gallant sons he had. skill'd in all the points of war. enables him to discern gods from mortals. Forth from his helm arid shield a fiery light There flash'd. parted from the throng.For many a Trojan. he wounds him. where densest masses fought. who. Full in the midst. Idaeus nam'd. as she is removing her son from the fight. carries off AEneas to Troy. And fled. The priest of Vulcan. There was one Dares 'mid the Trojan host. Pandarus is killed. where he is healed in the temple of Pergamus. the warrior met. ARGUMENT. and they overthrow several of the Greeks. as to the midst he urg'd His furious course. So from the warrior's head and shoulders flash'd That fiery light. the glory of his name. and courage then to Diomed. at length. is wounded on the hand by Diomed. Such strength. The son of Tydeus. . When near they came. performs wonders in this day's battle. And not in vain. were laid. as rais'd. The first battle continues through this book. BOOK V. that day Prone in the dust. nor durst his brother's corpse defend. 'Mid all the Greeks. while he on foot advanc'd. They on their car. Mars rallies the Trojans. like autumn's star. In the mean time AEneas is restored to the field. Nor had he so escap'd the doom of death. rich. that brightest shines When newly risen from his ocean bath. and hurl'd him from the car. His pond'rous spear in turn Tydides threw. Pandarus wounds him with an arrow. These. AEneas joins Pandarus to oppose him. Diomed.

He fell. Atreus' warlike son. and pierc'd him through: prone on his knees. that his aged sire Might not be wholly of his sons bereav'd. beneath the bone was driv'n The spear. On Phaestus. His flight arresting. between the shoulder-blades The jav'lin struck. and death his eyelids clos'd. Him. and thrust his lance Through his right flank. the shades of death his eyes o'erspread. in his headlong flight. Thund'ring he fell. from his chariot hurl'd Hodius. And to himself. between the shoulder-blades. Then sprang Idomeneus. from the battle Mars she led. son of Strophius. By Pallas highly favour'd. Mars. Behind his neck. blood-stain'd Lord. And plac'd him on Scamander's steepy banks. wherefore leave we not The Greeks and Trojans to contend. Phereclus by Meriones was slain. for his practis'd hand Had by Diana's self been taught to slay Each beast of chase the mountain forest holds. through his chest was driv'n. and loud his armour rang. And of his arms the followers stripp'd his corpse. and through his chest was driv'n. thou bane of mortals. But nought avail'd him then the Archer-Queen Diana's counsels. sportsman keen. and see To which the sire of all will vict'ry give. and loud his armour rang. In darkness shrouded. Son of Harmonides. Menelaus. Groaning. slew Scamandrius. but Pallas took The hand of Mars. and thus address'd the God: "Mars. who knew not Heav'n's decrees. the other stretch'd in death. Him. in hot pursuit Meriones o'ertook. the Cretan King Through his right shoulder drove the pointed spear. Headlong he fell. the chiefs Slew each his victim. he fell. While we retire. nor his boasted art Of distant aim. The son of Atreus. Agamemnon first. whose practis'd hand Knew well to fashion many a work of art. the lance Of Menelaus. Their spirits within them quail'd. the sturdy Halizonian chief. .But Vulcan bore him safely from the field. Maeonian chief. The one in flight. Who from the fertile plains of Tarna came. The Greeks drove back the Trojan host. Freighted with evil to the men of Troy. In woodcraft skilful. and as he sought To mount upon his car. for as he fled. first origin of ill. Now when the Trojans Dares' sons beheld. Razer of cities. he the ships For Paris built. The mighty monarch. Borus' son. as he turn'd. The car Tydides to his comrades gave. And bade them to the ships the horses drive. and shun the wrath of Jove?" Thus saying.

Gush'd out the blood. ye who goad Your flying steeds. his eyelids clos'd. but by Theano rear'd With tender care. the worthy progeny Of Dolopion brave. approaching near. Eurypylus. his speech address'd: "Up. And by the people as a God rever'd: Him. and as forth he drew the shaft. the serried ranks Driving before him. if indeed from Lycia's shore By Phoebus' counsel sent I join'd the war. descend From off the car. for her husband's sake. nor fence guards the fertile fields. With her own children.Meges Pedaeus slew. nor. Phyleus' warrior son. and rig'rous doom. On the right shoulder. can long withstand My weapon. but not so was quell'd The godlike chief." He said. right through it pass'd. and nurtur'd as her son. to the ground Down fell the gory hand. I deem. And held its way." Thus he. from behind Eurypylus. Scamander's priest. Despite their numbers. quick at Tydeus' son He bent his bow. gentle son of Capaneus. Euaemon's noble son. swoll'n with rain from Heav'n. that blood the breastplate stain'd. and thus to Sthenelus. vain-glorious. and dyed the twisted mail. Antenor's son. and stood Beside his car. Thus labour'd they amid the stubborn fight. and stood Beside him. Hypsenor slew. his impetuous charge. near the breastplate's joint. Smote with the sword. And many a goodly work of man destroys: So back were borne before Tydides' might The serried ranks of Troy. and down Leap'd from the chariot Sthenelus. . and from my shoulder draw This stinging arrow forth. the darkling shades Of death. Him when Lycaon's noble son beheld Careering o'er the plain. the bravest of the Greeks Is wounded. Like to a wintry stream. Him. Euaemon's noble son. or whether with the hosts Of Troy or Greece he mingled in the fight: Hither and thither o'er the plain he rush'd. that brimming o'er Breaks down its barriers in its rapid course. nor dar'd await. back he withdrew. as down it pours Its sudden torrent. valiant Trojans. Then shouted loud Lycaon's noble son: "Arouse ye. and from the shoulder-point The brawny arm he sever'd. Crash'd through his teeth the spear beneath the tongue. Prone in the dust he gnash'd the brazen point. and onward as he rush'd. A bastard born. Nor well-built bridge can stem the flood. The son of Capaneus. The stinging arrow struck. Thrust through the junction of the head and neck. But of Tydides none might say to whom His arm belong'd. as he fled before him.

The sons of Phaenops. and from thine eyes The film that dimm'd them I have purg'd away. That from the battle they return'd not home. and with his mighty sword He smote the other on the collar-bone. no other sons begot. The shoulder sev'ring from the neck and back. As when a hungry lion has o'erleap'd The sheepfold. That. Let me in turn thy favour find." Thus pray'd the chief. address'd him thus: "Go fearless onward. they two together fell. And distant kindred all his substance shar'd. each on other press.Then thus the valiant son of Tydeus pray'd: "Hear me. closely huddled. On Chromius and Echemon next he fell. To all his limbs. Sons of Eurydamas. keenly as before His spirit against the Trojans burn'd to fight. Beside him as she stood. and grant Within my reach and compass of my spear That man may find himself. not disabled. Heirs of his wealth. Xanthus and Thoon then the hero slew. Whose visions stay'd them not. Them left he there to lie. The fold he enters. Such as of old in Tydeus' bosom dwelt. And to their father left a load of grief. His people's guardian. With other of th' Immortals fight thou not. him the guardian of the flock Has wounded. children of his age: He. Bold horseman." This said. Two sons of Priam on one chariot borne. and leaps the fence: So pounc'd Tydides on the Trojan host. for I within thy breast Thy father's dauntless courage have infus'd. an aged seer. worn with years. . Forthwith again amid the foremost ranks Tydides mingled. of Abas then And Polyeidus went in hot pursuit. And as a lion springs upon a herd. Diomed. and Pallas heard his pray'r. But should Jove's daughter Venus dare the fray Thou needst not shun at her to cast thy spear. buckler-clad. to meet The Trojan hosts. Then pounces on his prey. and vainly boasting deems I shall not long behold the light of day. to feet and hands alike. Astynous and Hypeiron then he slew. by his wound To rage excited. She gave fresh vigour. With threefold fury now he sought the fray. and with winged words. Unconquer'd! if amid the deadly fight Thy friendly aid my father e'er sustain'd. but both were doom'd A prey to valiant Diomed to fall. who unawares Hath wounded me. That thou mayst well 'twixt Gods and men discern. through the breast of one He drove his spear. scares the trembling sheep. If then some God make trial of thy force. thou child of aegis-bearing Jove. but not forc'd to fly. the blue-ey'd Goddess disappear'd. And breaks the neck of heifer or of steer.

through the fight and throng Of spears he plung'd. Thy bow. wherein with thee Can no man here contend? nor Lycia boasts. by the side of each Two steeds on rye and barley white are fed. Relaxing many a warrior's limbs in death: If he be not indeed a God. Pandarus. and well-known skill. whoe'er he be. and hasting to the aid Of godlike Hector. Nor horse have I. and with thy shaft Strike down this chief. Some God attends his steps. and visor'd helm. And horses. yet but increas'd their rage. aged warrior. I cannot tell. He fights not thus without the aid of Heav'n. chief and councillor of Troy. Him when AEneas saw amid the ranks Dealing destruction. But in my sire Lycaon's wealthy house Elev'n fair chariots stand. a truer aim. in vain resisting. for ev'n now A shaft I shot. all newly built. And in his well-built house. and bade His followers lead their horses to the ships. it seems. nor car on which to mount. And trusting to my bow: vain trust. when here I came. his shoulders veiled in cloud. Tydeus' valiant son. Lycaon's son He found. whether he himself be God. Two chiefs already have I struck. 'tis sure some angry God. But by his side. and see again . For fearful is the vengeance of a God. with such a spring These two. with true aim Drawn blood from both. from their car Tydides hurl'd. which by the breastplate's joint Pierc'd his right shoulder through: full sure I deem'd That shaft had sent him to the shades. the sons Of Tydeus and of Atreus. and hither came on foot. are now thy winged shafts." Whom answer'd thus Lycaon's noble son: "AEneas. And stood before him. and turns away The shaft that just hath reach'd him. Most like in all respects to Tydeus' son He seems. Lycaon. incens'd Against the Trojans for neglected rites. Then raise to Jove thy hands. hither led my troops. by the soldiers' wants Might of their custom'd forage be depriv'd. Each with its cover. urg'd me oft With horses and with chariots high upborne. that thus Is making fearful havoc in our host. of noble birth and stalwart form. his shield I know. I left them there. but if he be indeed The man I think him. then stripp'd their arms. and address'd him thus: "Where. To lead the Trojans in the stubborn fight. But should I e'er return. I hearken'd not--'twere better if I had-Yet fear'd I lest my horses. wont to feed In plenty unstinted. and yet It slew him not.Feeding in woodland glade. Sad was the hour when down from where it hung I took my bow. Through all her wide-spread plains. if haply he might find The godlike Pandarus.

and his prowess prove. The reins attaching to the chariot-rail." Whom answer'd thus Lycaon's noble son: "AEneas. and from the Trojans to the ships . and thy voice unheard. while I descend To fight on foot. Lycaon's son. chief of Troy: "Speak thou not thus. great Anchises' son. Two men I see. the noble son Of Capaneus. and burn. And leave to me the conduct of the car. This chief encounter.My native land. Then may a stranger's sword cut off my head. By Pallas' counsel if my hap should be To slay them both. From those of Tros descended. moving thus amid the foremost ranks. Well skill'd in archery. Lest. Then let us timely to the car retreat. And seize. If we from Tydeus' son be forced to fly. my lofty hall. leave thou my horses here. And tow'rd Tydides urg'd their eager steeds. While I his onset with my lance receive. This too I say. and bear my words in mind. Hither and thither. should by Jove be giv'n. our fortunes shall not change Till thou and I. We yet may safely reach the walls of Troy. So if the victory to Diomed. Impatient to engage thee. With him. Thy daring pay the forfeit of thy life. Then mount my car." Thus saying. With more assurance would they draw the car. struck with panic. beneath th' accustomed hand. I should shame To mount the car." To whom brave Diomed with stern regard: "Talk not to me of flight! I heed thee not! It is not in my nature so to fight With skulking artifice and faint retreat. Them Sthenelus beheld. of might invincible. my wife. AEneas. with chariot and with horse. of thy horses and thy car Take thou the charge. My strength is yet unbroken. though one escape my arm. The son of Tydeus. and Tydeus' son In triumph drive thy horses to the ships. scour the plain. If with these hands I shatter not. Nor. in pursuit or flight. dearest to my soul. But thou thy horses and thy chariot guide." Him answer'd thus AEneas. The bow that thus hath fail'd me at my need. Refuse to bear us from the battle-field. Take thou the whip and reins. or thou the chief engage. So should ourselves be slain. and to Tydides cried: "Oh son of Tydeus. Who from immortal Venus boasts his birth. on the car they mounted both. Pandarus. Nor shall their horses' speed procure for both A safe return. for my soul Pallas forbids the touch of fear to know. but forward will I go To meet these chiefs' encounter. and see how swift my steeds.

And o'er his eyes the shades of darkness spread. And like a lion. it seems. underneath the eye. where he fed his flocks. child of Jove. Where the thigh-bone. Who to Anchises. Try we then now what hap attends my spear. and loudly rang His glitt'ring arms: aside the startled steeds Sprang devious: from his limbs the spirit fled. been slain. the rugged mass The socket crush'd. Against the Greeks to guard the valiant dead. Six colts were thus engender'd: four of these In his own stalls he rear'd. his peril quickly seen: Around her son she threw her snowy arms. bestow'd: With these may none beneath the sun compare. poising. fear-inspiring chief: These could we win. the other two Gave to AEneas. right through the shield Drove the keen weapon. the breed obtain'd By cunning." He said. With fearful shouts.Drive off the horses in AEneas' car." He said: the spear. then thus began. to the horses sending mares Without the knowledge of Laomedon. Around the corpse he stalk'd. With this he smote AEneas near the groin. and. Had not his mother. hurl'd his pond'rous spear. as men are now: But he. this way and that. struck Beside the nostril. the hero fell. spear and shield in hand. unaided. warrior brave and skill'd. unmov'd. has fail'd to reach thy life. King of men. My shaft. the twain approach'd. . a mighty mass. and now I deem we part not hence till one of ye Glut with his blood th' insatiate Lord of War. Crash'd thro' the teeth." Such converse while they held. Anchises. our praise were great indeed. Turns in the socket-joint. King of men. Yet resting on his hand. Then shouted loud Lycaon's noble son: "Thou hast it through the flank. nor canst thou long Survive the blow. Venus. and the breastplate reach'd. The hero bore. and cutting thro' the tongue Beneath the angle of the jaw came forth: Down from the car he fell. To Diomed. the valiant Diomed: "Thine aim hath failed. great glory now is mine. His spear and buckler round before him held. Which scarce two men could raise. Then had AEneas. Their horses urg'd to speed. I am not touch'd. inserted in the hip. for Ganymede his son. a rocky fragment then Tydides lifted up. which all-seeing Jove On Tros. lifted it with ease. To all who dar'd approach him threat'ning death. From those descended." To whom. fearless in his strength. Lycaon's noble son: "Great son of Tydeus. and both the tendons broke. And struck Tydides' shield. Down leap'd AEneas. by Pallas guided. And tore away the flesh: down on his knees.

the lesson thou shalt learn Shall cause thee shudder but to hear it nam'd. Enough for thee weak woman to delude. and rob him of his life." He lent the steeds. Weeping with pain. veil'd in cloud. her he knew A weak. with golden frontlets crown'd: "Dear brother. but ill at ease. The sleek-skinn'd horses of AEneas' car. These to Deipylus. But in his arms Apollo bore him off In a thick cloud envelop'd. lest some Greek Should pierce his breast. with his pointed spear A wound inflicted on her tender hand. his own car remounting. tow'rd the ships to drive. Nor did the son of Capaneus neglect The strict injunction by Tydides giv'n. as she fled: "Daughter of Jove. And springing forward. They eat no bread. Piercing th' ambrosial veil. he. . Then." Thus he. Great is the pain I suffer from a wound Receiv'd from Diomed.And with a veil. and left. lest some Greek Might pierce his breast. and from the tumult bore away. seat of Gods. Of soundest judgment. Loud shouted brave Tydides. Pure ichor. and took the reins. Far from the battle-din he check'd. the Graces' work. aid me hence. If war thou seek'st. of all his comrades best esteem'd. her fair skin soil'd with blood. The Goddess shriek'd aloud. Who now would dare with Jove himself to fight. And from the Trojans tow'rd the camp drove off. meanwhile. The Goddess fled: her. He gave. Seeking Tydides. And bloodless thence and deathless they become. at length he found. and rob him of his life. From hostile spears to guard him. her brother she besought to lend The flying steeds. Forth from the wound th' immortal current flow'd. and lend thy car To bear me to Olympus. unwarlike Goddess. then rushing forward. and dropp'd her son. his chosen friend. his car and flying steeds. Kneeling. they drink no ruddy wine. his spear reclining by his side. Iris. or Pallas. seiz'd the reins. She from the battle thus her son removed. range Exulting through the blood-stain'd fields of war. from battle-fields retire. wrapt him round. searching thro' the crowd. In deep distress she mounted on the car: Beside her Iris stood. life-stream of the blessed Gods. His reins attaching to the chariot-rail. Caught up. press'd on In keen pursuit of Venus. and sorely pain'd. Her. seiz'd. And. swift as wind. thick-folded. Mars on the left hand of the battle-field She found. And urg'd with eager haste his fiery steeds. His own fleet steeds. a mortal man. The sharp spear graz'd her palm below the wrist. with golden frontlets crown'd. not of those That like Bellona fierce.

Adrastus' child. in Heav'n who dwell." To whom Dione. disturb The slumbers of her house. the bravest of the Greeks. though much enforc'd. Juno too suffer'd. Venus fell. . Shall long. well I know. by Aloeus' sons. and before them plac'd Ambrosial forage: on her mother's lap. let Diomed beware He meet not some more dangerous foe than thee. Then fair AEgiale. fool and blind! Unknowing he how short his term of life Who fights against the Gods! for him no child Upon his knees shall lisp a father's name." She said. has urg'd Tydides to assail thee. pierc'd with pain To high Olympus. Great Pluto's self the stinging arrow felt. nothing loth they flew. from the field I bore away. were the pangs she bore. Sore worn and wasted by his galling chains. But soon with soothing ointments Paeon's hand (For death on him was powerless) heal'd the wound. and wip'd the ichor from. who on Olympus dwell. Restrain thine anger: we. Have much to bear from mortals. But with the Gods themselves the Greeks contend. No more 'twixt Greeks and Trojans is the fight. seat of Gods. When that same son of aegis-bearing Jove Assail'd him in the very gates of hell. And wrought him keenest anguish. he came. and griev'd his soul. Accurs'd was he. and said: "Which of the heav'nly pow'rs hath wrong'd thee thus. to the courts of Jove. she in her arms Embrac'd. with lamentations loud. Brave as he is. he by stealth releas'd the God. heav'nly Goddess. dearest child. thus: "Have patience. the bitter shaft remain'd Deep in his shoulder fix'd. Otus and Ephialtes. Loos'd from the chariot. the wound. who with his bow Assail'd the Gods. of daring over-bold. Insatiate Mars. He thirteen months in brazen fetters lay: And there had pin'd away the God of War. Groaning. Reckless of evil deeds. Hath wounded me. Mars had his suff'rings. and unheard of. And soon to high Olympus. when Amphitryon's son Through her right breast a three-barb'd arrow sent: Dire. and sooth'd her with her hand. Diomed. sought the aid Of Hermes. he hand was heal'd. because my dearest son. Safe from the war and battle-field return'd. as guilty of some open shame?" Whom answer'd thus the laughter-loving Queen. They came: swift Iris there the coursers stay'd. the grievous pains allay'd.And urg'd the coursers. Dione. had not their step-mother. and vainly mourn Her youthful Lord. AEneas. The beauteous Eriboea. and ourselves Too oft upon each other suff'rings lay. strongly bound. "The haughty son of Tydeus. The blue-ey'd Pallas. My child. The noble wife of valiant Diomed.

Loud was the din of battle. whom she holds in high esteem. my child. he wounded in the wrist." Such converse while they held. Heav'n-descended King. He call'd the golden Venus to his side. brave Diomed Again assail'd AEneas. And. on he press'd To slay AEneas. And." Thus she: and smil'd the Sire of Gods and men. Archer-Queen. as her hand the gentle dame caress'd. well he knew Apollo's guardian hand around him thrown. and sat on Ilium's topmost height: While Mars. bestow'd him safe. Then thus Apollo to the God of War: "Mars! Mars! thou bane of mortals. with godlike force. it seems. "Not to thee. he sought to make His fourth attempt. Gave to his wounds their care. Thrice was his onset made. and Dian. and Diomed a little space Before the Far-destroyer's wrath retir'd: Apollo then AEneas bore away Far from the tumult. and sooth'd his pride. Yet by the God undaunted. looking on. but now confronted me. and persuade to join Those Trojans. since not alike the race Of Gods immortal and of earth-born men. He now would dare with Jove himself to fight. But when. the Far-destroyer spoke In terms of awful menace: "Be advis'd. with murd'rous aim. Tydides? such his pride. Venus." He said. the counterpart Of great AEneas. of Trojans and of Greeks. wer't not well thyself To interpose. and urg'd them to the fight. "Ye sons of Priam. blood-stain'd Lord. in likeness of the Thracian chief. To Priam's Heav'n-descended sons he call'd. and retire. Meanwhile Apollo of the silver bow A phantom form prepar'd. And lighter targe. And." he said. And thrice Apollo struck his glitt'ring shield. of late. Swift Acamas. But leave to Mars and Pallas feats of arms. has sought to lead astray Some Grecian woman. like a God. nor as a God Esteem thyself. Razer of cities. In the great temple's innermost recess. and in Pergamus. Tydides. and his arms obtain. and alike in arms: Around the form. A golden clasp has scratched her slender arm. do thou bestow thy care On deeds of love. With words of bitter mock'ry Saturn's son Provok'd: and thus the blue-ey'd Goddess spoke: "O Father! may I speak without offence? Venus.But Juno and Minerva. Latona there." He said. and from the battle-field Withdraw this chief. "belong The deeds of war. amid the Trojan ranks Mov'd to and fro. . before each warrior's breast. Where stood his sacred shrine. fierce the strokes That fell on rounded shield of tough bull's-hide. and tender marriage ties.

Down from his car he leap'd. alone The city could defend: for all of these I look in vain. which lies in whit'ning heaps. There left a cherish'd wife. Which to the brazen vault of Heav'n arose Beneath the horses' feet. and guard their wives and homes. and thy house. and sound. and Hector felt the biting speech. And full of vigour. blows the chaff away. By day and night should this thy thoughts engage. when he saw Pallas approaching to support the Greeks. by Xanthus' eddying stream. They joy'd to see him yet alive. Nought that the Greeks could drive or bear away. and see not one. With constant pray'r to all thy brave allies. from ev'ry quarter brought. and vigour fresh infus'd: Amid his comrades once again he stood. Address'd the godlike Hector. And rich possessions. the spirit that heretofore was thine? 'Twas once thy boast that ev'n without allies Thyself. When yellow Ceres with the breeze divides The corn and chaff. become the prey And booty of your foes. Then from the wealthy shrine Apollo's self AEneas brought." He said. though nought have I to lose. they all. "Where is now. who soon shall lay Your prosp'rous city level with the dust. in reproachful tone. his words fresh courage gave to all: Then thus Sarpedon. and infant son. As curs around a lion. is down. as in the meshes caught Of some wide-sweeping net. Beware lest ye. On to his aid! our gallant comrade save!" He said. stood. undaunted. Unwearied still. which might envy move. and through the ranks. So thick the Greeks were whiten'd o'er with dust. the battle-field Veil'd in thick clouds. and myself Have play'd my part. strangers and allies. by their drivers turn'd to flight. he pass'd. Hector. The tide was turn'd. Firmly to stand. they bore the brunt. noble-soul'd Anchises' son. Where men are winnowing. yet no question ask'd: . that with the crowd Were mingled. again they fac'd the Greeks: In serried ranks the Greeks. bidding him arouse The courage of the Trojans. maintain the fight. From Lycia came. nor bidd'st the rest Maintain their ground. cow'r and crouch: We. Two jav'lins brandishing. and wipe this shame away. and rais'd his battle-cry. As when the wind from off a threshing-floor. Thus he of Phoebus of the golden sword Obey'd th' injunction. to arms Exciting all. Yet I my troops encourage. but Mars The Trojans succouring. I to your aid. thy brethren.How long will ye behold your people slain? Till to your very doors the war be brought? AEneas. But thou stand'st idly by. In like esteem with Hector held. from lands afar remote.

who dwelt In thriving Phera. and th' Ajaces both. and in his groin was lodg'd. as when the clouds Are gather'd round the misty mountain top By Saturn's son. AEneas' faithful friend. rich in substance he. The warlike Menelaus saw their fall With pitying eye. So stood the Greeks. they undismay'd Shrank not before the Trojans' rush and charge. In masses firm they stood. And blood-stain'd Mars. The bravest of the Greeks. the son of Pergasus. skill'd in ev'ry point of war. in the vigour of their youth. to him was born Orsilochus. and through the foremost ranks With brandish'd spear advanc'd. They. His shield the monarch Agamemnon struck. Orsilochus And Crethon. AEneas slew two chiefs. and loud his armour rang. beheld. And from the mighty River Alpheus trac'd His high descent. By Troy. who through the Pylian land His copious waters pours. amid the toils Impos'd by Phoebus of the silver bow. And like two lofty pines in death they lay. Thund'ring he fell. On th' other side. as ever foremost in the field. for much he fear'd . Orsilochus And Crethon. with courage for the fight The Grecian force inspir'd. And cried. Bear a stout heart. Who hop'd his death by great AEneas' hand. the spear pass'd through Beneath the belt. By mutual succour more are sav'd than fall. quit ye now like men. On flocks and herds their youthful fury pour. And hasten'd to his aid. And Diomed. and struck A man of mark. Antilochus. Deicoon. Him Nestor's son. while sleep The force of Boreas and the stormy winds. and in the stubborn fight. In equal honour held with Priam's sons. To him succeeded valiant Diocles. to Troy Had sail'd amid the dark-ribb'd ships of Greece. sons of Diocles. With havoc to the sheepfolds. o'ermaster'd by the hand of man: So fell these two beneath AEneas' hand. That with their breath the shadowy clouds disperse. Meanwhile Ulysses. in breathless calm. Of Atreus' sons the quarrel to uphold. As two young lions. Through all the army Agamemnon pass'd. nor shunn'd the Trojans' charge. and Discord unappeas'd. In timid flight nor fame nor safety lies." Thus he: and straight his jav'lin threw. by Mars impell'd. To whom were born twin sons. by their tawny dam Nurs'd in the mountain forest's deep recess. of num'rous tribes the chief. "Brave comrades. Let each to other mutual succour give. But o'er them both the shades of death were spread. The shield's defence was vain. till themselves Succumb.No time for question then.

gasping. Press'd onward to the fight. Boiling with foam. drove them to the ships. and turning back Amid the foremost mingled in the fray. Quail'd at the sight the valiant Diomed: As when a man. Now following after Hector. we marvel at the might display'd By Hector. Bold warrior as he was. Menesthes and Anchialus. while Mars a giant spear Brandish'd aloft: and stalking now before. Antilochus. hand to hand engag'd. till the horses' feet Dash'd him upon the ground.Lest ill befall the monarch. she by the hand Wild Uproar held. to th' encounter. the Trojans now were close at hand. advancing close. AEneas fear'd. The horses seizing. with force combined of hand and spear. to hold his ground. down rushing to the sea. Him Menelaus. The slain they drew within the Grecian lines." He said. Amphius. Antilochus His station keeping close beside the King. now beside him stands. his charioteer. by Mars And fierce Bellona led. Antilochus Full on the elbow smote Atymnius' son. On rush'd Antilochus. Pylaemenes they slew. Mydon. In land and substance rich. he threw His glitt'ring spear. to Priam's house he brought his aid. Placed in their comrades' hands. stands sudden on the brink Of a swift stream. in act to turn His fiery steeds to flight. by Hector's hand were slain. They two. the son of Selagus It struck. . urg'd them on. by evil fate Impell'd. The buckler'd Paphlagonians' warlike chief. All unprepar'd. mounted both upon a single car. Well skill'd in war. Then. While. But still some guardian God his steps attends. And shields from danger. and with his sword Across the temples smote him. Hector beheld athwart the ranks. and his death Deprive them of their warlike labours' fruit. and back recoils. and rush'd. Retire. down from his hands Fell to the ground the iv'ry-mounted reins. so then Recoil'd Tydides. and (for there the sand was deep) Awhile stood balanc'd. long journeying o'er the plain. and address'd the crowd: "O friends. brave as Mars. Then turning still your faces to your foes. who in Paesus dwelt. With pitying eyes great Ajax Telamon Beheld their fall. Below the belt the spear of Ajax struck. And. spearman skill'd and warrior bold. nor venture with the Gods to fight. Mars himself. Loud shouting. at his back Follow'd the thronging bands of Troy. he Upon his neck and shoulders from the car Pitch'd headlong. In likeness of a mortal. with a pond'rous stone. Before the two combined. Pierc'd with a spear-thrust through the collar-bone. Two chiefs.

Then evil fate induc'd Tlepolemus. Trembling and crouching. Nor deem I that the Trojans will in thee (Ev'n were thy valour more) and Lycia's aid Their safeguard find. And many a lance the mighty shield receiv'd. what brings thee here. and with a scanty band. Still drove him backward. Troy. And. With but six ships. thy troops are wasting fast away. And made her streets a desert. Ajax. the sacred walls of Troy Thy sire o'erthrew.And in his groin the point was buried deep. then forward Ajax sprang To seize the spoils of war. Of courage resolute. in their haste to bear him to his car. When near they came. And much he fear'd his foes might hem him in. Withdrew the brazen spear. For thee. many and brave. the eager weapon pass'd Right through the flesh." To whom the Lycian chief. he o'erthrew this city. Laomedon. I deem thou now shalt meet thy doom Here. of cloud-compelling Jove Grandson and son. Sarpedon from the field his comrades bore. Lycian chief. Sarpedon. on thee my spear shall win Renown for me. And o'er his eyes the shades of death were spread. so galling flew the shafts. from both their hands The pond'rous weapons simultaneous flew. This day the gates of Hades thou shalt pass. Full in the throat Tlepolemus receiv'd Sarpedon's spear. of lion heart. nor gave The promis'd steeds. The stroke of death his father turn'd aside. The horses by Laomedon withheld Avenging. his foot firm planted on the slain. but vanquish'd by my hand. the son of Hercules. by folly of one man. but fast and fierce The Trojans show'r'd their weapons bright and keen. and strong. he perforce retired. Who closely press'd upon him. Tlepolemus Uprais'd his ashen spear. all unskill'd in war? Falsely they speak who fable thee the son Of aegis-bearing Jove. thus: "Tlepolemus. who with injurious words His noble service recompens'd." Thus as Sarpedon spoke. Weigh'd down and tortured by the trailing spear. and tall. right through the neck it pass'd. for which he came from far. and in the bone was fix'd. so far art thou Beneath their mark who claim'd in elder days That royal lineage: such my father was. Thus labour'd they amid the stubborn fight. Tlepolemus began: "Sarpedon. For. On th' other side his spear Sarpedon struck On the left thigh. valiant as he was. but thy soul Is poor. thy soul to Hades send. Thund'ring he fell. Not one bethought him from his thigh to draw . yet could not strip His armour off. at my hand. Valiant and strong. Heav'n-born Sarpedon to confront in fight.

But fate had not decreed the valiant son Of Jove to fall beneath Ulysses' hand. OEnomaus. Boeotia's chiefs Around him dwelt. Or deal destruction on the Lycian host. To Pallas thus her winged words address'd: "O Heav'n! brave child of aegis-bearing Jove. but Hector. the cooling breeze. The Greeks too from the battle-field convey'd The slain Tlepolemus. th' AEtolian spearman skill'd. nor had ended then the list Of Lycian warriors by Ulysses slain. While yet he gasp'd for breath. and giddy mists o'erspread his eyes: But soon reviv'd. drew the ashen spear. Chromius. Ulysses saw. Through the front ranks he rush'd. Bold charioteer. who saw these two The Greeks destroying in the stubborn fight. Pass'd on in silence. beside Cephisus' marshy banks. who last. and Coeranus he slew. Patient of spirit. Priam's son. Orestes next. or. flashing terror on the Greeks. Nor yet sustain'd the fight. But Hector of the glancing helm beheld. With joy Sarpedon saw his near approach. hasting to pursue The Greeks. the white-arm'd Queen. but lend thine aid: Then in your city let me end my days. girt With sparkling girdle. Halius. and pour destruction on their host. . And from his thigh the valiant Pelagon. Beneath the oak of aegis-bearing Jove His faithful comrades laid Sarpedon down. He swoon'd." Thus he. That he the well-built walls of Troy should raze. And with imploring tones address'd him thus: "Hector. Vain was our word to Menelaus giv'n. with burnish'd crest Resplendent. Juno. thou son of Priam. Alcander. safe returning home. To glad my sorrowing wife and infant child. And with conflicting thoughts his breast was torn. he in Hyla dwelt. So on the Lycians Pallas turn'd his wrath. leave me not A victim to the Greeks. Noemon. so sorely were they press'd.The weapon forth. and Oresbius. but back retir'd Soon as they learned the presence of the God. The son of OEnops. as on his forehead blew. on fat and fertile soil. For not to me is giv'n again to see My native land. By Mars and Hector of the brazen helm The Greeks hard-press'd. the prowess felt Of Hector. yet fled not to their ships. Prytanis. The careful Lord of boundless wealth. and mail-clad Mars? The godlike Teuthras first. but deeply mov'd at heart. Trechus. and Helenus. answ'ring not a word. If first he should pursue the Thund'rer's son. His lov'd companion. Alastor then. Say then who first.

And thus address'd the Sov'reign Lord of Heav'n: "O Father Jove! canst thou behold unmov'd The violence of Mars? how many Greeks. with Terror circled all around. To whom both law and justice are unknown. complied. long. let us too mingle in the fray. Pallas. And stood accoutred for the bloody fray. Through these th' excited horses held their way. And Strife. that on an iron axle turn'd. there arriv'd. double-peak'd. work of her own hands. And on its face were figur'd deeds of arms.And safe return. the child of aegis-bearing Jove. grated harsh The heavenly portals. Herself th' immortal steeds caparison'd. and round it ran a double rail: The pole was all of silver. Four-crested. The naves were silver. To me a source of bitter grief. They found the son of Saturn. Adorn'd with golden frontlets: to the car Hebe the circling wheels of brass attach'd. Beneath the yoke the flying coursers led. and fitted round With brazen tires. or draw the veil of cloud. Eight-spok'd. blue-ey'd Maid. There too a Gorgon's head. meanwhile Venus and Phoebus of the silver bow Look on. a marvel to behold. Of airy texture. guarded by the Hours. all on fire to join the fray. and panic Rout." She said: and Pallas. The felloes were of gold. and Courage high. whose ample verge A hundred cities' champions might suffice: Her fiery car she mounted: in her hand A spear she bore. The cuirass donn'd of cloud-compelling Jove. Say. at the end A golden yoke. If with disgrace I drive him from the field?" . Frown'd terrible. portent of angry Jove: And on her head a golden helm she plac'd. Then Juno sharply touch'd the flying steeds: Forthwith spontaneous opening. Who Heav'n and high Olympus have in charge To roll aside. of monstrous size. from the Gods Sitting apart. Offspring of Saturn. Father Jove. Come then. Within her father's threshold dropp'd her veil. Her tassell'd aegis round her shoulders next She threw. if unrestrain'd we leave Ferocious Mars to urge his mad career. rounded every way: The chariot-board on gold and silver bands Was hung. The white-arm'd Goddess Juno stay'd her steeds. who sent this madman forth. wherewith The mighty daughter of a mighty sire Sweeps down the ranks of those her hate pursues. Reckless and uncontroll'd. weighty. well pleas'd. shall I thine anger move. with golden yoke-bands fair: And Juno. upon the highest crest Of many-ridg'd Olympus. heav'nly Queen. Juno. he hath destroy'd. tough.

and his arm was faint with toil. in act to cool the wound Inflicted by the shaft of Pandarus: Beneath his shield's broad belt the clogging sweat Oppress'd him. if the labours of the battle-field O'ertask thy limbs. In form of Stentor. from the Dardan gates The Trojans never ventur'd to advance.To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: "Go. they flew Midway between the earth. But when to Troy they came. base cowards! brave alone In outward semblance. She urg'd her horses. There stood the white-arm'd Queen. Where throng'd around the might of Diomed The bravest and the best. Swift as the wild wood-pigeon's rapid flight. and veil'd in densest cloud. as lions fierce. beside your ships. what time in Thebes He found himself. But when they reach'd the thickest of the fray. but his spirit was high: And ev'n when I from combat rashly wag'd Would fain have kept him back. He said: the white-arm'd Queen with joy obey'd. while Achilles yet Went forth to battle. . Without support. nothing loth. beside his car She found the King. The white-arm'd Goddess stay'd her flying steeds. He challenged all the Thebans to contend With him in wrestling. Or forest-boars. I counsell'd him in peace to share the feast: But by his own impetuous courage led. Sped to the battle-field to aid the Greeks. or heartless fear restrain. And bid thee boldly with the Trojans fight. Whose shout was as the shout of fifty men: "Shame on ye. and said: "Little like Tydeus' self is Tydeus' son: Low was his stature. Thee now I stand beside. she.". The belt was lifted up. at bidding of the river-God. among the Thebans all. the mightiest of their kind. and call'd aloud. and guard from harm. So dreaded they his pond'rous spear. so mighty was the aid I gave. Hath oft inflicted on him grievous pain. and starry Heav'n: Far as his sight extends. and from the wound He wip'd the clotted blood: beside the car The Goddess stood. Loos'd from the car. For them. of the brazen voice. send against him Pallas. and o'erthrew them all With ease. Meanwhile the blue-ey'd Pallas went in haste In search of Tydeus' son. they fight. an envoy and alone. Ambrosial forage grew: the Goddesses. So far at once the neighing horses bound. and touch'd the yoke. I know. But. Greeks." She said: her words their drooping courage rous'd. who from on high Looks from his watch-tow'r o'er the dark-blue sea. beside the streams Where Simois' and Scamander's waters meet. but now Far from the walls.

The helmet then of Darkness Pallas donn'd. Venus." Thus Pallas spoke. When near they came. and straight was back withdrawn: Then Mars cried out aloud. Then Pallas took the whip and reins. he just had slain. Therefore I thus withdrew. since Mars himself I saw careering o'er the battle-field. low on the flank of Mars. who late agreed With Juno and with me to combat Troy. Then Diomed thrust forward in his turn His pond'rous spear.No issue thou of valiant Tydeus' loins. and stretching forth her hand Backward his comrade Sthenelus she drew From off the chariot. Guided by Pallas. for the car A mighty Goddess and a Hero bore. Fear now no more with Mars himself to fight. the child Of aegis-bearing Jove: to thee my mind I freely speak. who now appears. And aid the Grecian cause. dearest to my soul. Pallas. and urg'd Direct at Mars the fiery coursers' speed. with successful aim. and foil'd the vain attempt. Come then. The Greeks deserting." Whom answer'd thus the valiant Diomed: "I know thee. The bravest of th' AEtolians. with such a shout As if nine thousand or ten thousand men Should simultaneous raise their battle-cry: . His place beside the valiant Diomed The eager Goddess took. At her I need not shun to throw my spear. and others too Exhorted to retire. There where he fell. in the Trojan ranks. who thou art. at him the first direct thy car. Just where the belt was girt. This shameless renegade. down in haste he sprang. while he himself Of valiant Diomed th' encounter met. but Pallas from the car Turn'd it aside. Periphas. nor aught will I conceal. Goddess. dare the fray." To whom the blue-ey'd Goddess. With other of th' Immortals not to fight: But should Jove's daughter. Ochesius' stalwart son. Encounter with him hand to hand. Restrain me. To hide her presence from the sight of Mars: But when the blood-stain'd God of War beheld Advancing tow'rd him godlike Diomed. this incarnate curse. Nor other God. such aid will I bestow. nor hesitating doubt. beneath the weight Loud groan'd the oaken axle. thus: "Thou son of Tydeus. Nor heartless fear. the weapon struck: It pierc'd the flesh. nor fear To strike this madman. And stood in act to strip him of his arms. The corpse of stalwart Periphas he left. but I bear thy words in mind. first Mars his pond'rous spear Advane'd beyond the yoke and horses' reins. With murd'rous aim. to lie.

canst thou behold unmov'd These acts of violence? the greatest ills We Gods endure. so fearful was the cry of Mars." Whom answer'd thus the Cloud-compeller. I must not permit That thou should'st long be doom'd to suffer pain. Th' abode of Gods. thy senseless child Is ever on some evil deed intent. And thus to Jove his piteous words address'd: "O Father Jove. and turns whirling flakes.Trojans and Greeks alike in terror heard." He To He Is In By In said: and straight to Paeon gave command heal the wound. And. But had thy birth been other than it is. Whom I can scarce control. and thou. In anguish had I lain. so soon was heal'd the wound. As in thick clouds lie took his heav'nward flight. Venus of late he wounded in the wrist. Mars thus arrested in his murd'rous course. who now excites Th' o'erbearing son of Tydeus. Else. proud. and. he sat health and strength restor'd. for thou delight'st in nought But strife and war. by Saturn's son. Thou wav'ring turncoat. With look indignant: "Come no more to me. So Mars to valiant Diomed appear'd. but now encounter'd me: Barely I 'scap'd by swiftness of my feet. with thy whining pray'rs: Of all the Gods who on Olympus dwell I hate thee most. Diomed. we each to other owe Who still in human quarrels interpose. But thy pernicious daughter. and rob'd afresh. The other Gods. With speed he came to great Olympus' heights. thou hast inherited Thy mother. Juno's. Jove. and to me Thy mother bore thee. soon as liquid milk curdled by the fig-tree's juice. nor by word Nor deed dost thou restrain. As black with clouds appears the darken'd air. . Of thee we all complain. To her suggestions ow'st thy present plight. he show'd Th' immortal stream that trickled from the wound. with anguish torn. and sitting by the throne Of Saturn's son. For thy misdoings thou hadst long ere now Been banish'd from the Gods' companionship. as a God. When after heat the blust'ring winds arise. Are all to thee obedient and submiss. unbending mood. with soothing anodynes heal'd it quickly. who on Olympus dwell. 'mid a ghastly heap of corpses slain. Together to th' abode of Jove return'd The Queen of Argos and the blue-ey'd Maid. if alive. methinks. Upon th' immortal Gods to vent his rage. Trembling. Hebe bath'd. Yet liv'd disabl'd by his weapon's stroke. Yet since thou art my offspring.

Though bastard: he upon the mountain side. First through the Trojan phalanx broke his way The son of Telamon. Brothers. the chief augur of Troy. on his friends the light Of triumph shedding. Full in the front. To bold Bucolion bore. . commands Hector to return to the city. prevailed upon Paris to return to the battle. AND OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE. having performed the orders of Helenus. The warrior's eyes were clos'd in endless night. Next valiant Diomed Axylus slew. son Of great Laomedon. his hot pursuit AEsepus next. and then changes to Troy. Helenus. the prop of Greece. Midway 'twixt Simois' and Scamander's streams. The scene is first in the field of battle. beneath the plumed helm. He op'd to all his hospitable gate. Calesius. coming to the knowledge of the friendship and hospitality past between their ancestors. between the rivers Simois and Scamander. rich in substance he. Hector. who had his home In fair Arisba. Then Dresus and Opheltius of their arms Euryalus despoil'd. THE EPISODES OF GLAUCUS AND DIOMED. his eldest born. The son of Teuthranes. As couch'd th' opposing chiefs their brass-tipp'd spears. as Eusorus' son He smote. Valiant and strong. hastens again to the field. the gallant Acamas. and taken a tender leave of his wife Andromache. dwelling near the road. And lov'd of all. to entreat her to remove Diomed from the fight. Glaucus and Diomed have an interview between the two armies. But none of all he entertain'd was there To ward aside the bitter doom of death: There fell they both. The battle relaxing during the absence of Hector. and crashing thro' the bone. for. Naiad nymph. BOOK VI. whom Abarbarea. The sharp spear struck. and Pedasus assail'd. the Grecians prevail. where. and o'er the plain Hither and thither surg'd the tide of war. The mighty Ajax. they make exchange of their arms. the noblest of the Thracian bands. he and his charioteer. Bucolion. The gods having left the field. one fate o'ertook them both. in order to appoint a solemn procession of the Queen and the Trojan matrons to the temple of Minerva.ARGUMENT. The Gods had left the field. who athwart the battle-field His chariot drove.

Elatus By Agamemnon. Then had he bade his followers to the ships The captive bear. And well-wrought iron. No. Prone on his face in dust. let not a man Escape the deadly vengeance of our arms. utterly destroy'd. Was slain Astyalus. whom with his lance Fierce Agamemnon through the loins transfix'd. . took Adrastus captive. he from the car Hurl'd headlong. Who dwelt by Satnois' widely-flowing stream. nor the fugitive. They and their city. and of these he fain Would pay a noble ransom. for his horses. Atrides stood. the son of Nestor. and of their armour stripp'd. Fierce Agamemnon cried in stern rebuke. the ashen spear withdrew. Adrastus clasp'd his knees. By Polypoetes' hand. No. "Spare me. great son of Atreus! for my life Accept a price. good in battle. not the infant in its mother's womb. by Ulysses' spear. Uncar'd for. prostrate lay beside the wheel. smote With gleaming lance Ablerus.On which his flocks he tended. and suppliant cried. Chief of Percote. Eurypylus Melanthius slew. amid The tangled tamarisk scrub his chariot broke. to throw yourselves Upon the prey. and gold. and bear it to the ships. ministers of Mars! Loiter not now behind. was slain. and at his side. but running up in haste. And Teucer godlike Aretaon slew. and from mem'ry blotted out. in battle strong. His brother's purpose chang'd. Upon the lofty heights of Pedasus. my wealthy father's house A goodly store contains of brass. his counsel. he with his hand Adrastus thrust aside. Whom now at once Euryalus of strength And life depriv'd." His words to pity mov'd the victor's breast. Pidutes fell. Antilochus. King of men. met the nymph. they with the flying crowd Held city-ward their course. Snapping the pole. Then loudly Nestor shouted to the Greeks: "Friends. Then Menelaus. Grecian heroes. could he hear That in the Grecian ships I yet surviv'd. By Leitus was Phylacus in flight O'erta'en. And of their secret loves twin sons were born. upon his breast Planting his foot. why of life So tender? Hath thy house receiv'd indeed Nothing but benefits at Trojan hands? Of that abhorred race. but be they all. fraught with death. Poising his mighty spear. as he roll'd in death. "Soft-hearted Menelaus. scar'd And rushing wildly o'er the plain. And." Thus as he spoke.

worn as we are. And foes. Unlock the sacred gates. Bid her the shrine of blue-ey'd Pallas seek. and moving to and fro The troops encourag'd. on Ilium's topmost height By all the aged dames accompanied. Rallying they turn'd. The outer circle of his bossy shield. so fierce His rage. So she have pity on the Trojan state. In my esteem. spearman fierce. for that ye Excel alike in council and in fight. But to AEneas and to Hector thus The son of Priam. We with the Greeks will still maintain the fight. we must. the amplest." He said. the best Of all the Trojan seers. triumph in their shame. so fierce they turn'd. Hector. bravest he. and in turn gave way. Both thine and mine. . Stand here awhile. the prince of men. remember now. with vows of hecatombs." With words like these he fir'd the blood of all. The black bull's-hide his neck and ancles smote. I to Ilium go To bid our wives and rev'rend Elders raise To Heav'n their pray'rs. and restor'd the fight. address'd his speech: "AEneas. since on you. and on the knees Of fair-hair'd Pallas place the fairest robe In all the house. The Minister of Terror. but. nor uncomplying. Quit you like men." Thus saying. For so. and with his prowess none may vie. Helenus. best esteem'd. Though Goddess-born. and thou Hector. Then to the Trojans Hector call'd aloud: "Ye valiant Trojans. Flying for safety to their women's arms. Deeming that from the starry Heav'n some God Had to the rescue come. exulting. perforce. thou Haste to the city. around the gates exhort The troops to rally. and renown'd Allies. anon Ye may at leisure spoil your slaughter'd foes. Our wives. Is laid the heaviest burthen.Let all your aim be now to kill. Of all the Trojans and the Lycian hosts. from his car he leap'd In arms upon the plain. and brandish'd high His jav'lins keen. And at her altar vow to sacrifice Twelve yearling kine that never felt the goad. and moving to and fro On ev'ry side. and as he mov'd along. Hector heard His brother's counsel. brave friends. and fac'd again the Greeks: These ceas'd from slaughter. of all the Grecian chiefs: For not Achilles' self. Now had the Trojans by the warlike Greeks In coward flight within their walls been driv'n. and helpless babes. such dread inspir'd. lest they fall disgrac'd. and turn away The fiery son of Tydeus. Their courage thus restor'd. there our mother find. Hector of the glancing helm Turn'd to depart. Your wonted valour.

Son of Hippolochus. I dare not then the blessed Gods oppose. But if from Heav'n thou com'st. why my race enquire? The race of man is as the race of leaves: Of leaves. 'mid their frantic orgies. to him was born Glaucus. who my encounter meet. But to the father of his wife. and art indeed A God. Slay him he would not. scatter'd by the hand Of fierce Lycurgus. and to guilty love Would fain have tempted him. thou. of most unhappy sires The children they. in the midst. Lycurgus brave. So with our race. nurs'd A madd'ning passion. approach. or slay Bellerophon. For him the monarch's wife.Then Tydeus' son. But Proetus sought his death. that his soul abhorr'd. but in daring now Thou far surpassest all. Bacchus himself beneath the ocean wave In terror plung'd. From all the coasts of Argos drove him forth. not unknown of men. Dropp'd each her thyrsus. nor surviv'd he long." To whom the noble Glaucus thus replied: "Great son of Tydeus. on whom the Gods bestow'd The gifts of beauty and of manly grace. who hast not fear'd To face my spear. and Glaucus. in the deep recess Of pastoral Argos. and Glaucus in his turn begot Bellerophon. to Glaucus first The valiant Diomed his speech address'd: "Who art thou. Who basely sought my honour to assail. one generation by the wind Is scattered on the earth. Sisyphus. and. and quickly meet thy doom. Of mortal men the craftiest. and the fruits of earth Thy food. Survive. Antaea. To Proetus subjected by Jove's decree. Proetus. But be thou mortal. stood forth to fight. But when they near were met. With lying words she then address'd the King: 'Die. Not long did Dryas' son. mightier far. the King . Hated alike by all th' immortal Gods. but fail'd to move The upright soul of chaste Bellerophon. Ephyre by name: There Sisyphus of old his dwelling had.' The King with anger listen'd to her words. There is a city. I fight not with the heav'nly powers. trembling. in fear. and. they. put to shameful rout The youthful Bacchus' nurses. But if thou wouldst in truth enquire and learn The race I spring from. those decay. boldest man of mortal birth? For in the glorious conflict heretofore I ne'er have seen thee. who dar'd th' Immortals to defy: He. another soon In spring's luxuriant verdure bursts to light. and Saturn's son Smote him with blindness. with an ox-goad arm'd. these flourish. refuge found In Thetis' bosom from a mortal's threats: The Gods indignant saw. in the groves Of lovely Nyssa. The son of AEolus.

Isander. But when he came to Lycia. nine oxen slew. Thirdly. with the valiant Solymi he fought. But with the tenth return of rosy morn He question'd him. bore. Three children there to brave Bellerophon Were born. Laodamia last. He set an ambush. Fertile in corn and wine. And body of a goat. the women-warriors he o'erthrew. and to him she bore Godlike Sarpedon of the brazen helm. sent from Heav'n. With head of lion. on folded tablets trac'd." He said. The Amazons. with tokens charg'd Of dire import. and from her mouth There issued flames of fiercely-burning fire: Yet her. not human born. The King another stratagem devis'd. Pois'ning the monarch's mind. who held the foremost place In Ephyre. and Diomed rejoicing heard: His spear he planted in the fruitful ground. and for the tokens ask'd He from his son-in-law. belov'd of Jove. to be his heritage. and Hippolochus. there he wore away His soul. of all the state The choicest land. Nine days he feasted him. sent him forth. A monster.Of Lycia. The Lord of counsel. The fiercest fight that e'er he undertook. from whom returning home. there with hospitable rites The King of wide-spread Lycia welcom'd him. and with her the half Of all his royal honours he bestow'd: A portion too the Lycians meted out. by his valour when the King perceiv'd His heav'nly birth. and such the blood I boast. For. Bellerophon at length the wrath incurr'd Of all the Gods. choosing out the best of Lycia's sons. Insatiate Mars his son Isander slew In battle with the valiant Solymi: His daughter perish'd by Diana's wrath. to work his death. Next. He bade him first the dread Chimaera slay. Gave him his daughter. confiding in the Gods. For all by brave Bellerophon were slain. . and to th' Aleian plain Alone he wander'd. he went. But. For godlike OEneus in his house receiv'd For twenty days the brave Bellerophon. The tokens' fatal import understood. and enjoin'd me oft To aim at highest honours. guarded by the Gods. he slew. Such is my race. nor on my father's name Discredit bring. and shunn'd the busy haunts of men. To Lycia. and Lycia's wide domain. and a serpent's tail. they return'd not home. I from Hippolochus my birth derive: To Troy he sent me. he entertain'd him well. and the streams Of Xanthus. from Proetus. and surpass My comrades all. And thus with friendly words the chief address'd: "By ancient ties of friendship are we bound.

within the court were built Twelve chambers. OEneus gave. And with her led the young Laodice. If so indeed thou canst. Fairest of all her daughters. not for me. Why com'st thou here. she thus address'd him: "Why. but let us now Our armour interchange. when I thither come: Then shun we. To meet him there his tender mother came. around him throng'd the wives Of Troy. they quitted each his car. thy hands in pray'r to Jove? But tarry till I bring the luscious wine. For deep the sorrows that o'er many hung. and leav'st the battle-field? Are Trojans by those hateful sons of Greece. near the roof. Thou mine in Lycia. that these may know What friendly bonds of old our houses join. His armour interchanging. with crimson glowing. For yet a child he left me. But when to Priam's splendid house he came. Plac'd each by other. friends. So I in Argos am thy friendly host. husbands. A hundred oxen's worth for that of nine. when he fell With his Achaians at the gate of Thebes. brothers. when Hector reach'd the oak beside The Scaean gate. pour The luscious wine. anxious to enquire The fate of children. Bellerophon a double cup of gold. all of polish'd stone. for great the strength Which gen'rous wine imparts to men who toil. gold for brass. And make me all my wonted prowess lose. and daughters. He to the Gods exhorted all to pray. Plac'd each by other. A belt. And Greeks enough there are for thee to slay. Which in my house I left when here I came." To whom great Hector of the glancing helm: "No. That first to Jove. lest thou unnerve my limbs. Of Tydeus no remembrance I retain. mine honour'd mother. With polish'd corridors adorn'd--within Were fifty chambers. On Ilium's heights. and my speed of foot. Then Glaucus of his judgment Jove depriv'd. Meanwhile. Fighting around the city. The ruddy wine I dare not pour to Jove With hands unwash'd. there the sons-in-law Of Priam with their spouses chaste repos'd. Thou mayst thine off'ring pour." Thus as they spoke. clasping then His hands. enough there are for me Of Trojans and their brave allies to kill. then with the draught Thyself thou mayst refresh. nor to the cloud-girt son . On th' other side. to raise. As Heav'n may aid me. Clasp'd hand in hand. by thy spirit mov'd. Each other's lance. and plighted mutual faith. e'en amid the thickest fight. thy comrades to protect. there the fifty sons Of Priam with their wedded wives repos'd. of polish'd stone. and to th' Immortals all.They many a gift of friendship interchang'd. my son. As thou hast toil'd. sorely press'd? And com'st thou.

on Ilium's height. to collect The train of aged suppliants. best esteem'd. to Paris I. the selfsame path By which the high-born Helen he convey'd. and helpless babes. Thou. While thus they call'd upon the heav'nly Maid.Of Saturn may the voice of pray'r ascend From one with blood bespatter'd and defil'd. hall. and court. and on the knees Of fair-hair'd Pallas place the fairest robe In all the house. plac'd with care beneath the rest. spearman fierce. And at her altar vow to sacrifice Twelve yearling kine. break thou the spear Of Tydeus' son. Near to where Priam's self and Hector dwelt. seek the shrine Of Pallas. Theano. There enter'd Hector. but Pallas answer'd not her pray'r. with the elder women. If thou have pity on the state of Troy. So she have pity on the Trojan state. the amplest. Sailing the broad sea o'er. Goddess of Goddesses. the richest in embroidery. and the brightest. Could I but know that he were in his grave. to the shrine Of Pallas thou. that never felt the goad. By Trojans nam'd at Pallas' shrine to serve. Pallas. bring your gifts. Daughter of Jove. would that the earth Would gape and swallow him! for great the curse That Jove thro' him hath brought on men of Troy. They with deep moans to Pallas rais'd their hands. and turn away The fiery son of Tydeus. On noble Priam. wherein were stor'd Rich garments by Sidonian women work'd." Thus she. Daughter of Cisseus. Of these. and on Priam's sons. awful Queen. Hector to Paris' mansion bent his way. With chambers. to call If haply he will hear. and their helpless babes. sage Antenor's wife. Our wives. The wives of Trojans. The Queen her off'ring bore to Pallas' shrine: She went. The Minister of Terror. to the house returning. and to the heav'nly Maid. as a star Refulgent. and plac'd On Pallas' knees. and with her many an ancient dame. . But fair Theano took the robe. Whom godlike Paris had from Sidon brought. and grant that he himself Prostrate before the Scaean gates may fall. But when the shrine they reach'd on Ilium's height. that never felt the goad. which himself had built Aided by all the best artificers Who in the fertile realm of Troy were known. the gates unlock'd. she thus address'd her pray'r: "Guardian of cities. So at thine altar will we sacrifice Twelve yearling kine. A noble structure." He said: she. The amplest. Methinks my sorrows I could half forget. fair of face. she meanwhile Her fragrant chamber sought. And in his hand his pond'rous spear he bore. well belov'd of Jove. sent Th' attendants through the city.

thou the cause That fiercely thus around the city burns The flame of war and battle. and rest thee here awhile. a want he well may rue. bright flash'd the weapon's point Of polish'd brass. vile!) Oh that the day my mother gave me birth Some storm had on the mountains cast me forth! Or that the many-dashing ocean's waves Had swept me off. and thyself Wouldst others blame." . ask me not To sit or rest. 'Twere best." He said: but Hector of the glancing helm Made answer none. and infant child: For whether I may e'er again return. Nor ever will. to see once more My household. Then stay. That I this day by Grecian hands should fall. ere the town be wrapp'd in hostile fires. I know not. and Paris' guilt.Twelve cubits long. I own. And fierce resentment. e'en now. with soothing words Urg'd me to join the battle. Dear brother. For I too homeward go. A sounder judge of honour and disgrace: For he. Who feel my loss. or thou Go first: I. I own not causeless thy rebuke. by me impos'd. on this couch. and my wife. will o'ertake thee soon. yet. That he may find me still within the walls. 'mid her maidens plac'd. so. To him thus Hector with reproachful words. that shame On both our names through years to come shall rest. his breastplate. hear thou and understand. Yet will I speak. following. About his armour busied. that I here remain'd. (Of me. no firmness hath of mind. I cannot yield to thee: For to the succour of our friends I haste. with circling hoop of gold. Than that I sought my sorrow to indulge. On whom this burthen Heav'n hath laid. Degraded as I am." To whom in answer godlike Paris thus: "Hector. Helen. sorrow-bringing. thou know'st. In battle round the city's lofty wall The people fast are falling. for travail sore Encompasseth thy soul." To whom great Hector of the glancing helm: "Though kind thy wish. The skilful labours of their hands o'erlook'd. polishing His shield. Up. and his bended bow. then thus with gentle tones Helen accosted him: "Dear brother mine. while I my armour don. or if Heav'n have so decreed. degraded. and let him speed. 'Twas less from anger with the Trojan host. While Argive Helen. who from the fight should shrink. and sorely need my aid. But thou thy husband rouse. Yet hath my wife. and Vict'ry changes oft her side. But come thou in. "Thou dost not well thine anger to indulge. Would that a better man had call'd me wife. ere all this woe were wrought! Yet if these evils were of Heav'n ordain'd. There in his chamber found he whom he sought.

to be thy widow soon: For thee will all the Greeks with force combin'd Assail and slay: for me. Or to my sisters. fair as morning star. tell me true. Of thee bereft. in honour of his sire. On Ilium's topmost tower: but when her Lord Found not within the house his peerless wife. She with her infant child and maid the while Was standing. whereat. Upon the threshold pausing. Not to thy sisters. and Hector straight Through the wide streets his rapid steps retrac'd. The matchless chief. Nor honour'd mother. but the rest Astyanax. the only prop of Troy." So spoke the ancient dame. to lie beneath the sod. who from Thebes Cilicia sway'd. Silent he smil'd as on his boy he gaz'd: But at his side Andromache. Hector of the glancing helm Turn'd to depart. But endless grief. bath'd in tears. who bore. but found not there His white-arm'd spouse. and the Scaean gates were reach'd. the fair Andromache. His child to Hector of the brazen helm Was giv'n in marriage: she it was who now Met him. Hector's lov'd infant. his all unconscious child. since tidings came The Trojan force was overmatch'd. her infant child. in bitter grief. thus he spoke: "Tell me. Nor to the temple where the fair-hair'd dames Of Troy invoke Minerva's awful name. and by her side the nurse. Hung on his arm. and great The Grecian strength. Eetion's daughter.Thus saying. in haste Running to meet him came his priceless wife. and with her took. in tears. to me nor sire is left. But when at last the mighty city's length Was travers'd. She hurried to the walls. like one distract. Nor comfort shall be mine. which way Your mistress went. at the foot of Placos' wooded heights. with rapid step he reach'd His own well-furnished house. 'twere better far. Whom Hector call'd Scamandrius. the fair Andromache. But to the height of Ilium's topmost tow'r Andromache is gone. fair Andromache. and thus the chief address'd: "Dear Lord. what time his arms The populous city of Cilicia raz'd. fell Achilles' hand My sire Eetion slew. Whence was the outlet to the plain. Eetion. my maidens. if truly we must answer thee. Clasp'd to her breast. . Borne in the nurse's arms. Or me forlorn. Thebes. or my brothers' wives? Or to the temple where the fair-hair'd dames Of Troy invoke Minerva's awful name?" To whom the matron of his house replied: "Hector. thy dauntless spirit will work thy doom: Nor hast thou pity on this thy helpless child. nor thy brothers' wives. if thou be lost.

Hector. or water draw From Hypereia's or Messeis' fount. The progeny of aegis-bearing Jove. for here the city wall. who. My mother. A mound erected. Thy days of freedom lost. brethren! thou. he slew indeed. and thy wife A hapless widow. But. and thus thy grief renew For loss of him. There were sev'n brethren in my father's house. thou to me art all in one. but I should blush To face the men and long-rob'd dames of Troy. but by Dian's shafts She. dear wife. If. Or by the prompting of some Heav'n-taught seer. And Priam's race. By hostile hands laid prostrate in the dust. when they fought On plains of Troy. and led away A weeping captive by some brass-clad Greek. So deeply wring my heart as thoughts of thee. Easiest of access. Or by their own advent'rous courage led. Nor make thy child an orphan. 'Lo! this was Hector's wife.The lofty-gated Thebes. Heart-wrung. he reverenc'd the dead. my wedded love! Then pitying us. with his armour burnt. and Tydeus' warlike son. he soon releas'd For costly ransom. by the fig-tree here Array thy troops. Nor could my soul the lessons of my youth So far forget. brave Idomeneus. All in one day they fell. at a mistress' beck. "Think not. Planted around his tomb a grove of elms. Haply in Argos. within the tow'r remain. Charg'd with my father's glory and mine own. Condemn'd to ply the loom. whose boast it still has been In the fore-front of battle to be found.' Thus may they speak. and the mountain nymphs. like a coward. Brought with the captives here. who might have been thy shield To rescue thee from slav'ry's bitter hour." To whom great Hector of the glancing helm. Nor loss of brethren. Queen of Placos' wooded height. Nor Hecuba's nor royal Priam's woes. in her father's house. The day must come when this our sacred Troy. by fierce Achilles' hand. I could shun the fight. And o'er his body. most invites assault. and see thee dragg'd away!" Thus as he spoke. Oh may I sleep in dust. The two Ajaces. numerous and brave. was stricken down. was Ilium's bravest chief. But not the thoughts of Troy's impending fate. Yet in my inmost soul too well I know. by stern necessity constrain'd. But stripp'd him not. that by such thoughts as these My heart has ne'er been wrung. Sire. mother. ere be condemn'd To hear thy cries. great Hector stretch'd his arms . Thrice have their boldest chiefs this point assail'd. Then they who see thy tears perchance may say. Th' Atridae both. amid their herds And fleecy flocks. and Priam's royal self Shall in one common ruin be o'erthrown.

by my delay. with oft-reverted eyes. then kiss'd his child. and rais'd his plumed helm. at well-fill'd manger fed. Smiling through tears. the foremost man of Troy. yet alive. his country's guardian King. as from the spot he turn'd Where with his wife he late had converse held. she to her fragrant bosom clasp'd. and thus Address'd her--"Dearest. on the ground. And revels in the widely-flowing stream To bathe his sides. Impatient for the fight. While o'er his shoulders streams his ample mane. and when it comes. No man may take my life. art then here detain'd. So Paris. fearful. scours the plain. glitt'ring o'er with brass. his household mourn'd. his sorrowing wife return'd. That men may say. on the warrior's crest. For Hector. 'This youth surpasses far His father. then thus to Jove And to th' Immortals all address'd his pray'r: "Grant. from Ilium's height. Hasten'd. As some proud steed. and press'd her hand. Shedding hot tears. Nor linger'd Paris in his lofty halls. in his mother's arms he plac'd His child. come. but back the infant shrank. The loom. And danc'd him in his arms. To the wide pastures of the mares he flies. and in all Arose at once the sympathetic grief. Deeming he never would again return. Laugh'd the fond parents both. His bright arms flashing like the gorgeous sun. His halter broken.' when they see him from the fight. Nor have I timely. and leave to men of Troy And. the toils of war. slow. in conscious pride. Priam's son. Nor brave nor coward can escape that day. That nodded. and distaff. and ply thy household cares. and all ye Gods. But donn'd his armour. But go thou home. Safe from the fight." To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm: . as thou bad'st me. For valour fam'd. Whom thus the godlike Paris first address'd: "Too long." Great Hector said. And through the city pass'd with bounding steps. Scar'd by the brazen helm and horse-hair plume. good brother. Her maidens press'd around her. Crying. Light borne on active limbs. with eyes of pitying love Hector beheld. chief of all to me. and appoint thy maids Their sev'ral tasks. by Grecian hands unharm'd. and from his brow Hector the casque remov'd. Arriv'd at valiant Hector's well-built house. with bloody spoils of war Returning. and sought his nurse's shelt'ring breast. Jove. wring not thus my heart! For till my day of destiny is come. to rejoice his mother's heart!" Thus saying. and rapid step. with boastful mien. then tossing high his head. neighing. And homeward. Hector he found. as I. From slaughter'd foes. and set it down.To take his child. All glitt'ring. that this my son May be.

Faint with excess of toil. When the funerals are performed. who in thy behalf Such labours undergo. THE SINGLE COMBAT OF HECTOR AND AJAX. Thus as he spoke. and one more in building the fortification before the ships. Minerva is under apprehensions for the Greeks. Antenor proposes the delivery of Helen to the Greeks. the next day the truce is agreed: another is taken up in the funeral rites of the slain. the Greeks. erect a fortification to protect their fleet and camp. These heroes. but Jupiter disheartens the Trojans with thunder and other signs of his wrath. I hear thy name Coupled with foul reproach! But go we now! Henceforth shall all be well. Nine of the princes accepting the challenge. none who thinks aright Can cavil at thy prowess in the field. As when some God a fav'ring breeze bestows On seamen tugging at the well-worn oar. but thy will Is weak and sluggish. from out the city gates The noble Hector pass'd. joins her near the Scaean gate. and to demand a truce for burning the dead."My gallant brother. by Paris' hand . so that somewhat above three days is employed in this book. Priam sends a herald to make this offer. Neptune testifies his jealousy at this work." ARGUMENT. The three-and-twentieth day ends with the duel of Hector and Ajax. Apollo. and falls upon Ajax. and it grieves my heart. the last of which only is agreed to by Agamemnon. but offers to restore them her riches. seeing her descend from Olympus. and defended by a ditch and palisades. to which Paris will not consent. are parted by the night. ev'n so appear'd Those brethren twain to Troy's o'erlabour'd host. And to the ever-living Gods of Heav'n In peaceful homes our free libations pour. after several attacks. The scene lies wholly in the field. When from the Trojans. and incite Hector to challenge the Greeks to a single combat. The battle renewing with double ardour upon the return of Hector. They agree to put off the general engagement for that day. in the breast of both Burnt the fierce ardour of the battle-field. The Trojans calling a council. BOOK VII. if Jove permit That from our shores we drive th' invading Greeks. For thou art very valiant. the lot is cast. and by his side His brother Paris. but is pacified by a promise from Jupiter. Both armies pass the night in feasting. Then to their prowess fell. flanked with towers. pursuant to the advice of Nestor.

And drawing near to Hector. but say. The stag-ey'd dame Phylomedusa bore. From high Olympus to the walls of Troy She came in haste. By revelation from th' eternal Gods. the colloquy began: "Daughter of Jove. and Hector joy'd to hear his words. nor did Minerva not assent. by angry passion led? Wouldst thou the vict'ry." To whom the blue-ey'd Goddess thus replied: "So be it. thou son of Priam. That this fair city should in ruin fall. what means Wilt thou devise to bid the conflict cease?" To whom Apollo.Menesthius." He said. Devising vict'ry to the arms of Troy. And Glaucus. the son of Priam. swaying here and there. Bid that the Greeks and Trojans all sit down. Apollo there she found. Until the close of Ilium's destiny. his limbs relax'd in death. Son of Hippolochus. As down he look'd from Ilium's topmost tow'r. Beneath the brass-bound headpiece. cause we for today The rage of battle and of war to cease. And godlike Hector meet in single fight. Give to the Greeks? since pitiless thou see'st The Trojans slaughter'd? Be advis'd by me. royal son of Jove: "The might of valiant Hector let us move To challenge to the combat. I know that here thou shalt not meet thy fate. in Arna. amid the fray Dealing destruction on the hosts of Greece. and with his spear Grasp'd in the middle. thus he spoke: "Hector. But them when Pallas saw. But Helenus. Beside the oak they met. Archer-King. Apollo first. hearken to a brother's words. stay'd the Trojan ranks. borne on high By two fleet mares upon a lofty car. For so 'twere better. amid the fray Iphinous. where he dwelt. While Hector smote. while the brass-clad Greeks Their champion urge the challenge to accept. sage as Jove In council. And thou defy the boldest of the Greeks With thee in single combat to contend. and slack'd his limbs in death. Forth in the midst he stepp'd. Pierc'd through the shoulder. son of Dexias. Some Grecian warrior. To-morrow morn shall see the fight renew'd. Eioneus. with like intent I from Olympus came. through the throat. knew The secret counsel by the Gods devis'd. from the car he fell Prone to the earth. The son of Jove. with well-directed spear. Why com'st thou here. man to man. from great Olympus' heights. on th' other side . For so ye Goddesses have wrought your will. royal Areithous' son. Whom to the King. leader of the Lycian bands. With one accord they sat." He said.

Groaning in spirit. art thou mad? . address'd him thus by name: "What! Heav'n-born Menelaus. Great Agamemnon's self. He shall strip off. and scorn on scorn. and ye well-greav'd Greeks. That so the long-hair'd Greeks with solemn rites May bury him. And this I say. and godlike Hector's might confront. wide-ruling King. And in Apollo's temple hang on high. Of all. ye braggart cowards. in the likeness of two vultures. As when the west wind freshly blows. I will his arms strip off and bear to Troy. Here have ye all the chiefest men of Greece. Pallas. who both afflicts With labours hard. If Hector's challenge none of all the Greeks Should dare accept." Thus as he spoke. the promptings of my soul. It hath not pleas'd high-thron'd Saturnian Jove To ratify our truce. and helm. Had not the Kings withheld thee and restrain'd. and Phoebus of the silver bow. so much the stronger he. If with the sharp-edg'd spear he vanquish me. The words I speak. with shield. but my corpse Restore. and to his mem'ry raise By the broad Hellespont a lofty tomb. shame! Women of Greece! I cannot call you men! 'Twere foul disgrace indeed. A mighty chief. standing in the midst. Stand forth. and to the hollow ships In triumph bear my armour. whom glorious Hector slew:' Thus shall they say. they all in silence heard. who urge Their full-oar'd bark across the dark-blue sea. and call to witness Jove. While. and brings A dark'ning ripple o'er the ocean waves. and with bitter words Reproach'd them: "Shame. Th' immortal Gods above the issues hold. Sham'd to refuse. and spear. had thine end approach'd By Hector's hands. to dust and water turn All ye who here inglorious. let him who dares with me to fight. that so the men and wives of Troy May deck with honours due my funeral pyre. With heroes' deeds delighted. E'en so appear'd upon the plain the ranks Of Greeks and Trojans. But. for success. But to the ships his corpse I will restore. he donn'd his dazzling arms. dense around Bristled the ranks. sat On the tall oak of aegis-bearing Jove. or yourselves to us Succumb beside your ocean-going ships. Then. but fearful to accept. Seizing his hand. 'Lo there a warrior's tomb of days gone by. by Apollo's grace should I prevail. At length in anger Menelaus rose. till either ye shall take Our well-fenc'd city. all ye Trojans. And men in days to come shall say. and thus my fame shall live." Thus Hector spoke. Menelaus. heartless sit! I will myself confront him.Atrides bade the well-greav'd Greeks sit down. Thus to both armies noble Hector spoke: "Hear.

arm'd. To Pallas and Apollo. Would that my youth and strength were now the same. methinks. he fell Prostrate. and with judicious counsel sway'd His brother's mind. The arms of Areithous he wore: Of godlike Areithous. Be fain. and lov'd from me to hear Of all the Greeks the race and pedigree. Sage chief in council. Some other champion will the Greeks provide. with his spear. of Greece . And sink beneath the earth! Oh would to Jove. Then Nestor rose. with him I fought. in likeness as a God. fearless as he is. Superior far to thee. for Lycurgus.Beseems thee not such folly. He now to combat challeng'd all the chiefs. strongest man. And gladly his attendants doff'd his arms. yet will Hector. of the Myrmidons Leader approv'd. and of the fight Insatiate. By Pheia's walls. he yielded to his words." He said. should he 'scape Unwounded from the deadly battle-strife. But thou amid thy comrades' ranks retire. Where nought avail'd his iron mace from death To save him. in a narrow way. the gift of brass-clad Mars. Him there I slew. alas! what shame is this for Greece! What grief would fill the aged Peleus' soul. such were now My vig'rous youth. Achilles shrinks. Then from the ranks. not brav'ry. for not with sword or bow He went to fight. He to his faithful follower and friend. as when beside the banks Of swiftly-flowing Celadon. but with an iron mace Broke through the squadrons: him Lycurgus slew. Thy better far. Though vex'd. Then I with dauntless spirit his might oppos'd. To Ereuthalion gave it. for fear had fallen on all. The youngest of them all. and thus address'd the Greeks: "Alas. to rest his weary limbs. the men Of Pylos with th' Arcadian spearmen fought. nor think with Hector to contend. And. Then soon should Hector of the glancing helm A willing champion find. and from his breast the victor stripp'd His armour off. who often in his house Would question me. curb thy wrath. For many another there beside him lay. And Pallas gave the vict'ry to my arm. None dar'd accept. Could he but learn how Hector cow'd them all! He to the Gods with hands uprais'd would pray His soul might from his body be divorc'd. By stealth. but ye. around Iardan's streams. Preventing. Ereuthalion bold. inspiring dread in all. therewith. Advanc'd their champion. From his encounter in the glorious fight. And in the tug of war he wore it oft. But when Lycurgus felt th' approach of age. thrust him through the midst. the tallest. whom men And richly-girdled women had surnam'd The Macebearer.

Father Jove. "Grant. My inexperience in the field disgrace The teaching of my native Salamis. at his words Up rose nine warriors: far before the rest. approaching." Ajax meanwhile in dazzling brass was clad. Ulysses last: These all with Hector offer'd to contend. whom Saturn's son In life-destroying conflict hath involv'd. But now. And when his armour all was duly donn'd. Give equal pow'r and equal praise to both. Pray ye to Saturn's royal son. Or ev'n aloud. then from left to right A herald show'd to all the chiefs of Greece. In silence. apart. with hands uplifted. Idomeneus." He said: each mark'd his sev'ral lot. I hope. the valiant Diomed. who rul'st on Ida's height! Most great! most glorious! grant that Ajax now May gain the vict'ry. and rejoic'd. and. as when gigantic Mars Leads nations forth to war. and they to Saturn's royal son Address'd their pray'rs. In turn." The old man spoke reproachful. before his feet He threw it down upon the ground. Andraemon's son. they who knew it not. And looking heav'nward. Great glory to himself. was thrown The lot of Ajax. cloth'd with courage high. for nought have we to fear. Great profit shall he bring to Grecian arms. No man against my will can make me fly." Thus he. the token. Forward he mov'd. or on Tydeus' son. The crowd. while I my warlike armour don. The noble Ajax. according to their wish. with these Eurypylus. . And hope o'er godlike Hector to prevail. placed The token in his outstretch'd hand. The monarch Agamemnon. Then thus again Gerenian Nestor spoke: "Shake then the lots. "O friends.The foremost men. great is my joy. said: "O Father Jove. Euaemon's noble son. with Hector fear to fight. and said. and of Idomeneus The faithful follower. nor will. Or on Mycenae's wealthy King may fall. The two Ajaces. the lot is mine. that the Trojans hear ye not. said. forthwith He knew it. pray'd the Gods. if he escape Unwounded from the deadly battle strife. King of men. on whomsoe'er it fall. Thoas. but when to him he came Who mark'd. Disclaim'd it all. and looking heav'nward. Next Tydeus' son. brave Meriones. and immortal praise: Or if thy love and pity Hector claim." Thus they: then aged Nestor shook the helm. Equal in fight to blood-stain'd Mars. and all Together threw in Agamemnon's helm. and threw it in Atrides' helm. And forth. By greater force or skill. The lot on Ajax.

or tusked boars. rejoicing. And. The Greeks. as a tow'r His mighty shield he bore. above the sev'n Of tough bull's-hide. man to man. before him. right through the weapon pass'd. now left. like lions fierce. But Ajax. in open fight. But not in secret ambush would I watch. prop of Greece. I now shall teach thee. brass-bound. And not a few. The tough bull's-hide that forms my stubborn targe: Well know I too my fiery steeds to urge. And thus with words of haughty menace spoke: "Hector. nor back retreat Amid his comrades--he. And raise the war-cry in the standing fight. and pois'd his pond'rous spear. Arrested with rude shock the warrior's course. the eighth was glitt'ring brass. To strike. Ev'n Hector's heart beat quicker in his breast. And thro' the well-wrought breastplate drove its way. by stealth. Mighty in battle. ign'rant of the ways of war. the shield Of Hector pierc'd. But slay thee. and. each on each They fell. underneath. Then Ajax hurl'd in turn his pond'rous spear. Of sev'n-fold hides the pond'rous shield was wrought Of lusty bulls. This by the son of Telamon was borne Before his breast. The outward fold. to Hector close he came. shunn'd the stroke of death. the challenger! Ajax approach'd." To whom great Hector of the glancing helm: "Ajax. with a forward bound. now right. And struck the circle true of Hector's shield. In strength the mightiest of the forest beasts. stooping. He by his ocean-going ships indeed Against Atrides nurses still his wrath. son of Telamon. . Right thro' the glitt'ring shield the stout spear pass'd. Then Hector fairly on the centre struck The stubborn shield. Yet are there those who dare encounter thee. the linen vest it tore. poising. But Hector. Or woman. brave leader. if I may. sev'n-fold. And well I know to wield. Deal not with me as with a feeble child. Yet quail he must not now. yet drove not through the spear." He said. Although Achilles of the lion heart. For the stout brass the blunted point repell'd. be not with us still. The mettle of the chiefs we yet possess. The brazen cov'ring of the shield it struck. Withdrawing then their weapons. a noble foe like thee. through six it drove its way With stubborn force. he in Hyla dwelt. The work of Tychius. Of war and carnage every point I know. with haughty stride He trod the plain. best artificer That wrought in leather. but in the seventh was stay'd.So mov'd the giant Ajax. the eighth. then now begin the fight. on their champion gaz'd. The Trojans' limbs beneath them shook with fear. With sternly smiling mien. hurl'd his pond'rous spear.

And most of all. So by the ships shalt thou rejoice the Greeks. till Phoebus rais'd him to his feet. Backward he stagger'd. The heralds. let him begin: If he be willing. Between the chiefs they held their wands. yet upon his shield Sustain'd. and strength. Now had they hand to hand with swords engag'd. with a millstone's weight It crush'd the buckler. Hector's knees gave way. And skill. That lay upon the plain. thy comrades and thy friends. loud rang the brass: Then Ajax rais'd a weightier mass of rock And sent it whirling. and struck Full on the central boss. and one with vict'ry crown. brave youths! no longer wage the fight: To cloud-compelling Jove ye both are dear. bid that Hector speak those words: He challeng'd all our chiefs." To whom great Hector of the glancing helm: "Ajax. They parted. Night is at hand. I shall not refuse.'" This said. that spouted forth the blood. rich with crimson dye. escap'd from Ajax' might And arm invincible. interpos'd. Yet parted thence in friendly bonds conjoin'd. But when to Agamemnon's tents they came. With his broad hand a pond'rous stone he seiz'd. of all the Greeks None is thine equal. Both valiant spearmen.And graz'd his neck. The other umpire for the brass-clad Greeks. Had not the messengers of Gods and men. And Hector to the ranks of Troy return'd: Great was the joy when him they saw approach. beyond their hope preserv'd. cease we for to-day The fight. Rejoice the men of Troy. and Heav'n Decide our cause. Night is at hand. Ajax a girdle. and long-rob'd dames. 'On mortal quarrel did those warriors meet. behoves us yield to night. Yet did not Hector of the glancing helm Flinch from the contest: stooping to the ground. jagg'd. And so shall I. and tow'rd the town They led him back. hereafter we may meet. we all have seen. behoves us yield to night. glorying in his triumph gain'd. While to Atrides' tent the well-greav'd Greeks Led Ajax. since God hath giv'n thee size." Whom answer'd thus the son of Telamon: "Idaeus. that. With scabbard and with well-cut belt complete. a silver-studded sword he gave. giving to his arm Unmeasur'd impulse. dark. Talthybius and Idaeus. But make we now an interchange of gifts. Alive and safe. Ajax to the Grecian camp. and thus Idaeus both with prudent speech address'd: "No more. That both the Trojans and the Greeks may say. and huge. Who shall with grateful pray'rs the temples throng. And hurl'd against the sev'n-fold shield. the one for Troy. and with the spear. well approv'd. in Priam's royal town. .

and Allies. Thee of thy senses have the Gods bereft. Then quickly build before it lofty tow'rs To screen both ships and men. he sat. returning to our native land. the dead From all the plain will draw. Roasted with care. The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. will burn with fire: That we. nor lack'd there aught. Back to the sons of Atreus let us give The Argive Helen. The words I speak. Meanwhile. hear my answer. I reject The counsel. and all the Kings his words approv'd. and next arose The godlike Paris. whate'er I hither brought To Troy from Argos. May to their children bear our comrades' bones. lest on our defence The haughty Trojans should too hardly press. Which op'ning. Trojans. before. Fierce Mars has shed. But for the goods. As honour's meed. fair-hair'd Helen's Lord.The King of men to Saturn's royal son A bullock slew. nor the woman will restore. Who thus with winged words the chiefs address'd: "Hostile to me. beside Scamander's flowing stream. and ye other chiefs of Greece. and from the fire withdrew. a male of five years old. the mighty monarch gave. Since many a long-hair'd Greek hath fall'n in fight. arose. Now thus with prudent speech began. to guard Both men and chariots. I am well content To give them all. with well-fitting gates. thus the sage Antenor spoke: "Hear now. For now in breach of plighted faith we fight: Nor can I hope. with oxen and with mules. Dardan's son. But if in earnest such is thine advice. unless to my advice Ye listen. and the goods she brought. They shar'd the social meal." This said. he sat. Their labours ended." Thus having said. and said: "Atrides." He said. Then will we go. the promptings of my soul. behoves thee with the morn The warfare of the Greeks to intermit: Then we. Now. and aged Priam next. He who. and. Dardans. Thy better judgment better counsel knows. on Ilium's height. and cutting up. To Ajax then the chine's continuous length. from the ships A little space remov'd. that success will crown our arms. The aged Nestor first his mind disclos'd. the sagest counsel gave. then fixing on the spits. and others add beside. Sever'd the joints. at Priam's gate The Trojan chiefs a troubled council held. . and the feast prepar'd. The carcase then they flay'd. ye Trojans. while to the viewless shades Their spirits are gone. is thy speech. and in the tow'rs Make ample portals. A God in council. and on the plain erect Around the pyre one common mound for all. Whose blood. That through the midst a carriage-way may pass: And a deep trench around it dig. Antenor.

The words of Paris. cause of all this war: The goods which hither in his hollow ships (Would he had perish'd rather!) Paris brought. ye Trojans. no shame it is to grace With fun'ral rites the corpse of slaughter'd foes. But further says. and said: "Hear now. Throughout the ranks prepar'd the wonted meal: But with the morning to the ships of Greece Idaeus took his way: in council there By Agamemnon's leading ship he found The Grecian chiefs. and his message gave: Then all in haste their sev'ral ways dispers'd. cause of all this war. let each man keep his guard: To-morrow shall Idaeus to the ships Of Greece.Who thus with prudent speech began. the virgin-wedded wife Of Menelaus." Thus he: they all in silence heard. From Priam. Look to your watch." He said. if ye be pleas'd to hear. for burial of the dead. The words I speak. till from the Grecian camp Idaeus should return. at length Uprose the valiant Diomed. the ministers of Mars: And 'mid them all the clear-voic'd herald spoke: "Ye sons of Atreus. hereafter we may fight Till Heav'n decide. . and one with vict'ry crown. and others add beside. Be witness. I come. the promptings of my soul: Now through the city take your wonted meal. and stood In mid assembly. "Let none from Paris now propose to accept Or goods. or Helen's self. Then to Idaeus Agamemnon thus: "Idaeus." He said. and ye chiefs of Greece. bear The words of Paris. and back To Ilium's walls Idaeus took his way. He will restore. a child may see That now the doom of Troy is close at hand. The speech of valiant Diomed confirm'd. Trojans and Dardans there in council met Expecting sat. the sons of Greece. he will not restore: Then bids me ask. he came. I nought demur. and the gallant sons of Troy." He said: and heav'nward rais'd his staff. But for the truce. to both the sons of Atreus. and said. with loud applause. Jove! and guard the plighted truce. to bear. and one with vict'ry crown. if from the deadly strife Such truce they will accord us as may serve To burn the dead. if from the deadly strife Such truce ye will accord us as may serve To burn the dead: hereafter we may fight Till Heav'n decide. though the gen'ral voice Of Troy should bid him. and they. Dardans. And ask besides. obedient to his word. and Allies. thou hast heard what answer give The chiefs of Greece--their answer I approve.

and some to bring the dead. About the pyre a chosen band of Greeks Had kept their vigil. Of feebler hands. Nor to the Gods have paid their off'rings due! Wide as the light extends shall be the fame Of this great work. Thus labour'd thro' the night the long-hair'd Greeks: The Gods. That through the midst a carriage-way might pass: Then dug a trench around it. and thus Neptune. And built in front a wall. Hard was it then to recognize the dead. But when the gory dust was wash'd away. Was heard. deep and wide. And sink. assembled in the courts of Jove. With wonder view'd the mighty work. Of this great work to thee shall be the fame: When with their ships the long-hair'd Greeks shall take Their homeward voyage to their native land. Then burnt with fire. what words are these? This bold design to others of the Gods." To whom in wrath the Cloud-compeller thus: "Neptune. Then burnt with fire. and shar'd. with grief suppress'd. they plac'd them on the wains. in counsel and design To rival us Immortals? see'st thou not How round their ships the long-hair'd Greeks have built A lofty wall. For fuel some. and dug a trench around. by tents. and men shall lightly deem Of that which I and Phoebus jointly rais'd. and in the tow'rs Made ample portals with well-fitting gates. but. they too. This wall shall by the waves be broken through. far as light extends. in all the wide-spread earth Shall men be found. Heap'd up their dead upon the fun'ral pyre. Nor loud lament. The Greeks too from their well-mann'd ships went forth. Shedding hot tears. Heap'd up their dead upon the fun'ral pyre. and pow'r less great than thine. From out the ocean's smoothly-flowing depths Climbing the Heav'ns. by Priam's high command. his speech began: "O Father Jove." Amid themselves such converse held the Gods. for great Laomedon. the Grecian work was done. The sun was set. The sun was newly glancing on the earth. Earth-shaking King.For fuel some. a shapeless ruin. and some to bring the dead. in silence they. in the sea: O'er the wide shore again thy sands shall spread. With toil and pain. the ev'ning meal. Earth-shaking King. with grief suppress'd. From Lemnos' isle a num'rous fleet had come . and to the ships return'd. with lofty tow'rs To screen both ships and men. when on the plain they met. The well-greav'd Greeks. And all the boasted work of Greece o'erwhelm. and around it rais'd Upon the plain one common mound for all. while daylight strove with night. And in the trench a palisade they fix'd. Might cause alarm. and back return'd to Troy. They slew. But ere 'twas morn.

Juno endeavours to animate Neptune to the assistance of the Greeks. THE SECOND BATTLE. Now morn. Cattle. and pass the night under arms. and joyous wax'd the feast. all ye Gods. and affrights the Greeks with his thunders and lightnings. (the Greeks being driven to their fortifications before the ships. Diomed relieves him. pale they turn'd with fear: To earth the wine was from the goblets shed. Then lay they down. BOOK VIII. Jupiter on Mount Ida weighs in his balances the fates of both. and carried off. ARGUMENT. The time of seven-and-twenty days is employed from the opening of the poem to the end of this book. And Jove. Juno and Minerva prepare to aid the Grecians. All night the long-hair'd Greeks their revels held. but in vain. Jupiter assembles a council of the deities. The acts of Teucer. .) and gives orders to keep the watch all night in the camp. For Atreus' sons. other some with hides. They kindle fires through all the field. And so in Troy. Of wine. until libations due Had first been pour'd to Saturn's mighty son. and threatens them with the pains of Tartarus. the son of Jason had despatch'd A thousand measures. Nor dar'd they drink. apart from all the rest. of all the Gods A council held upon the highest peak Of many-ridg'd Olympus. some with brass. to prevent the enemy from re-embarking and escaping by flight. all the other Greeks Hasten'd to purchase. the lightning's Lord. the earth o'erspread. and by Euneus sent. who is at length wounded by Hector.Freighted with wine. sent from Jupiter. or slaves. The armies join battle. whose exploits. The night puts an end to the battle. and those of Hector. Hector continues in the field. and all ye Goddesses. AND THE DISTRESS OF THE GREEKS. the Trojans and Allies: But through the night his anger Jove express'd With awful thunderings. Nestor alone continues in the field in great danger. The scene here (except of the celestial machines) lies in the field toward the sea-shore. Whom fair Hypsipyle to Jason bore. "Hear. and sought the boon of sleep. they his speech attentive heard. if they assist either side: Minerva only obtains of him that she may direct the Greeks by her counsels. but are restrained by Iris. and some With gleaming iron. are excellently described. in saffron robe. he himself Address'd them.

But yet some saving counsel may we give. the golden lash he grasp'd." He said. that all may know. and all. and veil'd with clouds around. from the rest apart. your strength. and arm'd them for the fight. apply: Yet would ye fail to drag from Heav'n to earth. And binding round Olympus' ridge the cord. survey'd The Trojan city. There will I hurl him. yet will not thwart thee of thy wish. Urg'd the fleet coursers. nothing loth. Let none among you. A golden cord let down from Heav'n. with manes of flowing gold. in pride Of conscious strength. Jove. Or to the gloom of Tartarus profound. Since such is thy command. and ocean. they flew Midway betwixt the earth and starry heav'n. thus: "Be of good cheer. Leave them suspended so in middle air: So far supreme my pow'r o'er Gods and men. Meantime. On th' other side the Trojans donn'd their arms. King of Kings. with ignominious stripes Back to Olympus shall that God be driv'n. your mighty master. and they. Pallas. That so these matters I may soon conclude. At length the blue-ey'd Goddess. the Greeks throughout their tents in haste Despatch'd their meal. said: "O Father. Of swiftest flight. and the ships of Greece. The earth itself. confounded by his words. Condemn'd to hopeless ruin. Son of Saturn. With. wild nurse Of mountain beasts. Both Gods and Goddesses. Of curious work. In silence sat. To Ida's spring-abounding hill he came. Whereon his incense-honour'd altar stood: There stay'd his steeds the Sire of Gods and men Loos'd from the car. smiling. and straight the brazen-footed steeds." He said. so sternly did he speak.The words I speak. my child. and ye all shall know In strength how greatly I surpass you all. I could raise. . Well do we know thy pow'r invincible. all in gold Himself array'd. Strive as ye may. unwillingly I speak. Make trial if ye will. male or female. and mounting on his car. a sacred plot was there. If. one God I find Presuming or to Trojans or to Greeks To give his aid. Beneath the shades as far as earth from Heav'n. and looking down. we stand aloof. He harness'd to his chariot. the lowest abyss beneath the earth. dare To thwart my counsels: rather all concur. gates of iron. Yet deeply grieve we for the warlike Greeks. But if I choose to make my pow'r be known. and with floor of brass. from the fight. And to the crest of Gargarus. Lest in thine anger thou destroy them quite. Then on the topmost ridge he sat. the promptings of my soul." To whom the Cloud-compeller. Far off.

By Hector's self. coward-like. the earth ran red with blood. but with stern resolve. and plac'd in each The fatal death-lot: for the sons of Troy The one. and with the weight of years [2] . while high aloft Mounted the Trojan scale. forth pour'd the crowd Of horse and foot. the other for the brass-clad Greeks.In numbers fewer. Tydides. then plunging forward. loud the clamour rose: Then rose too mingled shouts and groans of men Slaying and slain. His horse sore wounded by an arrow shot By godlike Paris. kept their ground. and rolling in the dust. aged prop of Greece. down to the ground. together rush'd Bucklers and lances. The mighty Agamemnon." He said. at the sight Amaz'd they stood. the deadliest spot of all. and loud the clamour rose. and pale with terror shook. good at need. Thick flew the shafts. th' Eternal Father hung His golden scales aloft. For wives and children. and wax'd the youthful day. By hard necessity constrain'd. Gerenian Nestor. While yet 'twas morn. guided by no timid hand. Why fliest thou. The arrow struck him. fair-hair'd Helen's Lord: Just on the crown. ministers of Mars. and he against his will. Nor either Ajax. where close behind the head First springs the mane. nor Atreus' son. But in the front. bossy shield on shield Clatter'd in conflict. and 'mid the Grecian ranks He hurl'd his flashing lightning. The other steeds in dire confusion threw. Then held them by the midst. and here with me From this fierce warrior guard the good old man. and free the struggling horse. though alone. but. amid the throng. And while old Nestor with his sword essay'd To cut the reins. these youthful warriors press thee sore. And to the ships pursued his hurried way. by old Nester's car He stood. Amid the rout down came the flying steeds Of Hector. and rose to Heav'n. in the stubborn fight. and thus the aged chief address'd: "Old man. Laertes' godlike son. Thy vigour spent. And in thy flight to the aim of hostile spears Thy back presenting? stay. The gates all open'd wide. Then not Idomeneus. then had the old man paid The forfeit of his life. And loudly shouting. Alone remain'd. madden'd with the pain He rear'd. on Ulysses call'd: "Ulysses sage. and the furious might Of mail-clad warriors. with the shaft Fix'd in his brain. The valiant Diomed his peril saw. down sank the lot Of Greece. but when the sun had reach'd The middle Heav'n. and fast the people fell On either side. When in the midst they met. Then loud he bade the volleying thunder peal From Ida's heights. but stout Ulysses heard him not. Remain'd undaunted. to strive.

Yet him. and Nestor his advice obey'd: The two attendants. and whirling round Beneath the yoke th' affrighted horses quailed. he quickly found. That Jove from us his aiding hand withholds? This day to Hector Saturn's son decrees The meed of vict'ry. but his charioteer. though griev'd. and helpless too thy charioteer. For man. And from his limbs the vital spirit fled. But this the bitter grief that wrings my soul: Some day." He said. The adverse hosts been coop'd beneath the walls. gape earth. From those of Tros descended. and prove How swift my steeds. Beside the nipple. Hector soon they met: As on he came. or in pursuit or flight. Then fearful ruin had been wrought. Who held the reins. while mine we launch Against the Trojan host. his spear Tydides threw. Leave to th' attendants these. through the breast transfix'd. old man.Oppress'd. The startled horses swerving at the sound. scour the plain. Eniopeus. And. and hide my shame!" To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: . that Hector's self May know how strong my hand can hurl the spear. how brave soe'er. My noble prize from great AEneas won. and deeds Untold achiev'd. And urg'd the horses. 'Before my presence scar'd Tydides sought the shelter of the ships.' Thus when he boasts. And to his hands the glitt'ring reins transferr'd. Tydides. cannot o'errule The will of Jove. on some future day. from the car he fell. And bade him mount his swiftly-flying car. for his comrade slain. and wisely dost thou speak. perforce he left to seek A charioteer. for Archeptolemus. amid the councillors of Troy Hector may say. And with an awful peal of thunder hurl'd His vivid lightning down. his horses took. trembling. see'st thou not. nor wanted long his steeds A guiding hand. While on Tydides' car they mounted both. If so he will. and like a flock of lambs. the triumph may be ours. was Hector's grief." Whom answer'd thus the valiant Diomed: "Truly. thus to Diomed he spoke: "Turn we to flight. mount my car. Deep. valiant Sthenelus. the brave Thebaeus' son. Fierce flash'd the sulph'rous flame. And slow thy horses. the fiery bolt Before Tydides' chariot plough'd the ground. so much the mightier he. Had not the Sire of Gods and men beheld. From Nestor's hand escap'd the glitt'ring reins. Brave son of Iphitus. And good Eurymedon. Yet struck not Hector. The aged Nestor took the glitt'ring reins.

The men of Troy their murd'rous weapons show'r'd. plac'd on high At banquets. frighten'd girl! thou ne'er shalt scale Our Trojan tow'rs." He said. With shouts of triumph. and 'mid the general rout. mighty God. on the flying crowd. Put forth your speed."Great son of Tydeus. Put forth your wonted valour. Its handles. methinks this very night Would see the Greeks embarking on their ships. thrice. and greatly was Tydides mov'd To turn his horses. from this day forth. bewilder'd by the smoke. wherewith the ships We may destroy. quit ye now like men. and itself. Shalt be their scorn! a woman's soul is thine! Out on thee. Loud shouted Hector of the glancing helm: "Tydides. now repay the care On you bestow'd by fair Andromache. in those wretched walls that put their trust. To have at hand the fire. for I know That in his secret counsels Jove designs Glory to me. Whose husbands in the dust thy hand hath laid. Scarce worthy notice. or from Trojan warriors' wives. be mindful ye. oh what words are these! Should Hector brand thee with a coward's name. that we may make our prize Of Nestor's shield." Thus he. Her husband. whose praise extends to Heav'n. And when I reach the ships. And flowing cups: but thou. till great Olympus quak'd. to flight He turn'd his horses. disaster to the Greeks. while they themselves shall fall An easy prey. but Juno on her throne Trembled with rage. Eetion's royal daughter. Hector at their head. Or Dardan. in sign Of vict'ry swaying to the Trojan side. No credence would he gain from Trojan men. from her hands the wine-cup took." Such was his pray'r. Then to the Trojans Hector call'd aloud: "Trojans. and see me basely fly. she spoke: . Nor in thy ships our women bear away: Ere such thy boast. at Jove's command. bear in mind How she with ample store of provender Your mangers still supplied. and thus with cheering words address'd His horses: "Xanthus. my hand shall work thy doom. fam'd In close encounter. and ye Dardans. and. and with lib'ral portions grac'd. and Lycians. Fools. AEthon and Lampus. and the trench that they have dug. work of Vulcan's hand: These could we take. From Ida's height the thunder peal'd. And thus to Neptune. and confront his foe: Thrice thus he doubted. thou. Podargus. before e'en I. Our horses easily can overleap. hopeless to withstand My onset. heretofore the warrior Greeks Have held thee in much honour. And from the shoulders of Tydides strip His gorgeous breastplate." He said. of solid gold.

Grant that this coast in safety we may leave. Where to the Lord of divination. Who now had burnt with fire the Grecian ships. By noble Hector. He sent an eagle. loud and clear: "Shame on ye. In Lemnos' isle. But Juno bade Atrides haste to rouse Their fainting courage. On Ida's summit to digest his wrath. coop'd in narrow space. Who in his talons bore a wild deer's fawn: The fawn he dropp'd beside the holy shrine. Confiding in their strength. in anger. The Greeks were wont their solemn rites to pay. And. See'st thou unmov'd the ruin of the Greeks? Yet they in AEgae and in Helice." Such converse held they. whence to shout to either side. Have I unheeded pass'd thine altar by. of such glory robb'd? Yet ne'er. and Jove. so much the stronger he. and restrain All-seeing Jove. between the tow'r and ships. noblest bird that flies. The sign from Heav'n they knew. In hopes to raze the well-built walls of Troy. O Father Jove! what sov'reign e'er hast thou So far deluded. on this disastrous voyage bent. when. Earth-shaking God. Neptune thus replied: "O Juno. Or to the tents of Ajax Telamon. together should combine To put to flight the Trojans. With grateful off'rings rich thine altars crown. with pity. Hector. who soon will wrap our ships in fire. with a sign. what words are these! I dare not counsel that we all should join 'Gainst Saturn's son." He said. base cowards. had moor'd their ships. rash of speech." To whom. On his broad hand a purple robe he bore. feasting on the flesh Of straight-horn'd oxen. and your flowing cups Crowning with ruddy wine. Greeks. deem'd himself a match: Now quail ye all before a single man. brave alone In outward semblance! where are now the vaunts Which once (so highly of ourselves we deem'd) Ye made. The midmost. who at each extreme. But for a hundred Trojans in the field. saw his tears. all the space meanwhile Within the trench. through the camp he pass'd. brave as Mars."O thou of boundless might. he might be left alone. Or of Achilles. and led By Jove to vict'ry. Nor be by Trojans utterly subdued. Thence to the Greeks he shouted. The choicest off'rings burning still on each. if we all Who favour Greece. vain-glorious braggarts as ye were. Yet to this pray'r at least thine ear incline. Or for two hundred. Jove. with courage fresh . his people's safety vouch'd. not one of you. Then give we them the vict'ry. And stood upon Ulysses' lofty ship. Was closely throng'd with steeds and buckler'd men.

address'd him thus: "Teucer. every chance to ply my shafts. Unceasing. behind his neck. standing at his side. Agamemnon came. Headlong he fell. to Ajax close he press'd. Agelaus. And Pallas. Shoot ever thus. Ajax o'er him held his shield. with his well-strung bow Thinning the Trojan ranks." To whom in answer valiant Teucer thus: "Most mighty son of Atreus. a tripod bright. A gift of honour. and in his house Maintain'd. fall. Th' Ajaces both. And Menelaus. Between the shoulders. another shaft . with whom Meriones.Assail'd the Trojans. wounded. who. and of thy sire. and aim'd amid the crowd. As to its mother's shelt'ring arms a child. Ilium's well-built walls we raze. Say then. Euaemon's noble son. through his chest was driv'n. And Ophelestes. This too I say. Each after other. and the fight renew'd. His faithful comrade. Atreus' godlike sons. Behind the shield of Ajax Telamon Took shelter. why excite Who lacks not zeal? To th' utmost of my pow'r Since first we drove the Trojans back. Daetor. The ninth was Teucer. him. And in a warrior each has found its mark. Chromius. Him Agamemnon. and will make good my word: If by the grace of aegis-bearing Jove. Polyaemon's son. Next to Tydides. He turn'd his car for flight. Conceal'd and safe beneath the ample targe. two brave steeds. drove his car Across the ditch. And. I in thy hands will place. and mingled in the fight. Or. Who nursed thine infancy. who first of all the Trojans fell By Teucer's arrows slain? Orsilochus. The lance of Diomed. The son of Phradmon. His was the hand that first a crested chief. if thou wouldst be the light And glory of the Greeks. Eurypylus. second but to mine. struck. And valiant Melanippus: all of these. Idomeneus. with their car and harness. as he spoke. good comrade. and loud his armour rang. before Tydides. with joy beheld. Or a fair woman who thy bed may share. Ormenus. but as he turn'd. Thence look'd he round. though bastard. Teucer laid in dust. To highest fame let thine achievements raise. Struck by his shafts. And godlike Lycophontes. Eight barbed arrows have I shot e'en now. That savage hound alone defeats my aim. with bended bow. though distant far. And Amopaon. terrible as Mars. I watch. in dauntless courage cloth'd. Then none of all the many Greeks might boast That he." At Hector. And as he saw each Trojan. son of Telamon.

ambitious of so great a prize. object of his chase. by Phoebus turn'd aside. a wedded bride Of heavenly beauty. beside the nipple. and from his hands let fall the bow. with eyes that flash'd Awful as Gorgon's. Deep. they in terror fled. With loss of many by the Trojans slain. and fastens on his flank. paralys'd. but as he drew The sinew. Hector of the glancing helm Hurl'd the huge mass of rock. deeply groaning. on ev'ry side His flying coursers wheel'd. So sank his head beneath his helmet's weight. where the collar-bone Joins neck and breast. but Priam's noble son Gorgythion. his brother. intent To strike him down. though griev'd at heart. Echius' son. Hector led them on. While Hector. which Teucer struck Near to the shoulder. His fearful war-cry shouting. Proud of his prowess. then Hector leap'd Down from his glitt'ring chariot to the ground. the spot most opportune. And brave Alastor. to the ships. But Archeptolemus. Yet him. ambitious of so great a prize: He miss'd his aim. Down sank his head. pray'd to all the Gods. call'd. perforce he left.He shot. Springs from behind. at Teucer straight he rush'd. He from his quiver chose a shaft in haste. or as blood-stain'd Mars. here and there. To Pallas thus her winged words address'd: . and. the horses' reins to take. as in a garden sinks A ripen'd poppy charg'd with vernal rains. the charioteer Of Hector. for his comrade slain. through the breast It struck. But. from the press withdrew. Yet this too miss'd. fleet of foot. his arm Dropp'd helpless by his side. Then Jove again the Trojan courage fir'd. aside the startled horses swerv'd. onward hurrying. Not careless Ajax saw his brother's fall. through the breast his arrow struck. And to Cebriones. o'ertakes Or boar or lion. Whom from AEsyme brought. Slaying the hindmost. And fitted to the cord. Yet careful watches. And as a hound that. upon his knees He fell. lest he turn to bay: So Hector press'd upon the long-hair'd Greeks. And broke the tendon. pass'd at length the ditch and palisade. At Hector yet another arrow shot Teucer. Then near at hand. Before the ships they rallied from their flight. in his hand A pond'rous stone he carried. the white-arm'd Queen. Castianeira bore. Two faithful friends. with pity mov'd. Juno. And bore him. He heard. And as he fell the vital spirit fled. And one to other call'd: and one and all With hands uplifted. and straight obey'd. But o'er him spread in haste his cov'ring shield. Mecisteus. was Hector's grief. And backward to the ditch they forc'd the Greeks. from the car He fell.

" She said: the white-arm'd Queen her word obey'd. But that my sire. But if I then had known what now I know. work of her own hands. To roll aside or close the veil of cloud. Hector. prepare for us thy car. turn them back. by ill advice misled. This too I say. And. Within her father's threshold dropp'd her veil Of airy texture. and pray'd him to avenge her son Achilles. The fiery car she mounted. And stood accoutred for the bloody fray. Hath caus'd them endless grief?" To whom again The blue-ey'd Goddess. thus replied: "I too would fain behold him robb'd of life. brave child of aegis-bearing Jove. ev'n now. yet the time shall come when I Shall be once more his own dear blue-ey'd Maid. the son of Priam. royal Saturn's child. fill'd with wrath. While to the house of aegis-bearing Jove I go. and don my armour for the fight. in her hand A spear she bore. Through these th' excited horses held their way. he never had return'd In safety from the marge of Styx profound."O Heav'n. and will make good my words: . and warn That farther they advance not: 'tis not meet That they and I in war should be oppos'd. Shall sate the maw of rav'ning dogs and birds. who kiss'd his knees. Who Heav'n and high Olympus have in charge. One single man. But haste thee now. long. with golden frontlets crown'd. guarded by the Hours. The son of Priam. still thwarting all my plans. the heav'nly messenger. Sore wearied with the toils Eurystheus gave. Then Juno sharply touch'd the flying steeds. child of aegis-bearing Jove. Forgetting now how oft his son I sav'd. Forthwith spontaneous opening. and his ear To Thetis lends. Oft would his tears ascend to Heav'n. swift Iris. Or if the flesh of Trojans. by one subdued. The golden-winged Iris. To prove if Hector of the glancing helm. wherewith The mighty daughter of a mighty sire Sweeps down the ranks of those her wrath pursues. of pride unbearable. will unmov'd behold Us two advancing o'er the pass of war. and oft From Heav'n would Jove despatch me to his aid. While Pallas. great Goddess. From Ida's heights the son of Saturn saw. The horses brought. Can we. grated harsh The heavenly portals. When to the narrow gates of Pluto's realm He sent him forth to bring from Erebus Its guardian dog. Refuse the Greeks our aid. He holds me now in hatred. The cuirass donn'd of cloud-compelling Jove. tough. Juno. and touch'd His beard. In his own country slain by Grecian hands. weighty. thus bespoke: "Haste thee. who e'en now. slain by Greeks. Rages in wrath. Pallas. in this their sorest need.

And thus convey'd the sov'reign will of Jove: "Whither away? what madness fills your breasts? To give the Greeks your succour.Their flying horses I will lame. decides. no enquiry made. 'tis still her wont to thwart. amid th' Immortals all. That brightly polish'd shone. Neptune. as each man's fate may be. Jove to Olympus. But ye were struck with terror ere ye saw The battle-field. Daughter of aegis-bearing Jove. With. to th' abode of Gods. No word they utter'd. wherefore sit ye thus In angry silence? In the glorious fight No lengthen'd toil have ye sustain'd. shalt thou learn What 'tis against thy father to contend. From Ida's height return'd: th' earth-shaking God. Juno less moves my wonder and my wrath. can we For mortal men his sov'reign will resist. so shall Pallas learn What 'tis against her father to contend. Whate'er he plans. And safely tether'd in the heav'nly stalls. and will make it good: Your flying horses he will lame. beneath his feet Olympus shook. and on the stand Secur'd the car." She said. Live they or die. and fearful deeds of war. And ten revolving years heal not the wound Where strikes my lightning. and spread the cov'ring o'er. The car they rear'd against the inner wall. Juno and Pallas only sat aloof. At many-ridg'd Olympus' outer gate She met the Goddesses. Jove knew their thoughts. Jove forbids. Then Juno thus to Pallas spoke: "No more. 'twixt Greeks and Trojans. and backward turn'd her horses' heads. to slay The Trojans. as 'tis meet. 'tis still her wont to thwart." Thus as she spoke. And such the pow'r of my resistless hand. The horses from the car the Hours unyok'd. themselves Dash from their car. His own designs accomplishing. whom your deadly hate pursues. the Goddesses Themselves meanwhile. and thus address'd them both: "Pallas and Juno. and stay'd their course. and break their chariot-wheels. yourselves Dash from the car." Thus he: from Ida to Olympus' height The storm-swift Iris on her errand sped. and break your chariot-wheels. . Not all the Gods that on Olympus dwell Could turn me from my purpose. But over-bold and void of shame art thou. And ten revolving years heal not the wounds His lightning makes: so. Pallas. Ere long. on swiftly-rolling chariot borne. Whate'er I plan. unyok'd his steeds. swift Iris disappear'd. such my might. sorrowing hearts on golden seats reclin'd. If against Jove thou dare to lift thy spear. Juno less moves his wonder and his wrath. While he. And thus he threatens. Then on his golden throne all-seeing Jove Sat down.

Juno and Pallas glances interchang'd Of ill portent for Troy. if so thou list. but thy reproaches hear Unmov'd. and bear it in your minds. Pallas indeed Sat silent. thrice invoked With earnest prayers. Condemn'd to hopeless ruin: from the fight. Whose glitt'ring point flash'd bright. Such is the voice of destiny: for thee. in the day When round Patroclus' corpse. To-morrow shalt thou see. the war shall rage. Dardans. . The Grecian ships and all the Greeks destroy'd: But night hath come too soon. but Juno's breast Could not contain her rage. The sun. from the ships apart He led them. Drew o'er the teeming earth the veil of night. by the eddying river's side. where Iapetus And Saturn lie. twelve cubits long. ye Trojans. day's decline. we stand aloof. Yet answer'd not a word. dost thou speak? Well do we know thy pow'r invincible. with hoop of gold Encircled round. and sav'd awhile The Grecian army and their stranded ships. I hop'd that to the breezy heights of Troy We might ere now in triumph have return'd. Since such is thy command. in Tartarus profound. on this he leant. the shades of darkness fell. uncheer'd by ray of sun Or breath of air. Lest in thine anger thou destroy them quite. They from their cars dismounting. to the words Of godlike Hector listen'd: in his hand His massive spear he held. and said. dread son of Saturn. in narrow space." He said. for viler thing is none than thou. To a clear space of ground. now sunk beneath the ocean wave. For Hector's proud career shall not be check'd Until the wrath of Peleus' godlike son Beside the ships be kindled. Yet deeply grieve we for the warlike Greeks. "Hear me." So spoke the God.But this I say. nor should I care Though thou wert thrust beneath the lowest deep Of earth and ocean. stag-ey'd Queen of Heav'n. and. Wrought on the warrior Greeks by Saturn's son. from corpses free. th' immortal Gods' abode. reluctant. Had I my lightning launch'd. though inly wroth with Jove. and from your car Had hurl'd ye down. Though there thou wert to banishment consign'd." To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: "Yet greater slaughter. But yet some saving counsel may we give. I should not heed. but white-arm'd Juno answer'd not. but. ye ne'er had reach'd again Olympus' height. E'en by the vessels' sterns. seated side by side. But on the Greeks thrice welcome. I reck not of thy wrath. The noble Hector then to council call'd The Trojan leaders. and Allies. The Trojans saw. and thus she spoke: "What words.

To kindle blazing fires. and all the Gods. and before them place Their needful forage. the luscious wine provide. He. and held in honour as a God. is th' advice I give. may broadly blaze Our num'rous watchfires. E'en to their homes. from the city bring Oxen and sheep. equipp'd in arms. the Trojans shouted loud: Then from the yoke the sweating steeds they loos'd. around the glitt'ring moon The stars shine bright amid the breathless air. E'en till the dawn of day. lest. Phoebus. And many a comrade round him. The town by secret ambush be surpris'd. that the stripling youths And hoary-headed sires allot themselves In sev'ral watches to the Heav'n-built tow'rs. And tether'd each beside their sev'ral cars: Next from the city speedily they brought Oxen and sheep. But ere to-morrow's sun be high in Heav'n. Now keep we through the night our watchful guard. . as I am assur'd The coming day is fraught with ill to Greece. Or I. e'en by night. before the Trojans speak. and illume the Heav'ns. and others too may fear To tempt with hostile arms the pow'r of Troy. triumphant. the long-hair'd Greeks should seek O'er the broad bosom of the sea to fly. Upon their fleet our angry battle pour.Then yield we to the night. the luscious wine procur'd. valiant Trojans. If he indeed my onset will await. Brought bread from out their houses. 'mid the foremost. to Jove I pray. if I augur right. that the livelong night. Would to Heav'n I were as sure to be from age and death Exempt. as on board They leap'd in haste. the mem'ry of a wound Receiv'd from spear or arrow. Wounded and bleeding in the dust shall lie. in their houses each. but haply some may bear. and collect Good store of fuel. Lest." Thus Hector spoke. or Pallas. at morn. let careful watch Be set. Unyoke your horses. Full of proud hopes. And what to-night your wisdom shall approve Will I. And with the early dawn. That so not unassail'd they may embark. All night they camp'd. The winds to Heav'n the sav'ry odours bore. prepare the meal. Bring bread from out our houses. Then let the sacred heralds' voice proclaim Throughout the city. To chase from hence these fate-inflicted hounds. Nor undisturb'd. Charge too the women. and good store Of fuel gather'd. wafted from the plain. Hopeful. in the absence of the men. As when in Heav'n. bear his bloody spoils: To-morrow morn his courage will decide. By fate sent hither on their dark-ribb'd ships. upon the pass of war. Then shall I know if Tydeus' valiant son Back from the ships shall drive me to the walls. and frequent blaz'd their fires. Such.

THE EMBASSY TO ACHILLES. Before the walls of Troy. They make. and Nestor farther prevails upon him to send ambassadors to Achilles in order to move him to a reconciliation. he himself . companion of chill Fear. and return to their country. each of them. Thus kept their watch. Barley and rye. and round each Sat fifty warriors in the ruddy glare. who notwithstanding retains Phoenix in his tent. and ev'ry jutting peak Stands boldly forth. ARGUMENT. and the next following. the Trojan watchfires blaz'd. Champing the provender before them laid. He orders the guard to be strengthened. the station of the Grecian ships. such stormy grief The breast of ev'ry Grecian warrior rent. which is the twenty-seventh from the beginning of the poem. take up the space of one night. proposes to the Greeks to quit the siege. As when two stormy winds ruffle the sea. The scene lies on the sea-shore. joy fills the gazing shepherd's heart. and ev'ry forest glade. and waited for the morn.And ev'ry crag. and Nestor seconds him. but not with proclamation loud. shines each particular star Distinct. so thickly scatter'd o'er the plain. the tether'd horses stood Beside the cars. after the last day's defeat. Agamemnon. and the troops betake themselves to sleep. Ulysses and Ajax are make choice of. Each sev'ral man to council. between the ships And Xanthus' stream. wander'd to and fro. the dark waves Rear high their angry crests. but the Greeks Dire Panic held. And to the clear-voic'd heralds gave command To call. the Trojans. who are accompanied by old Phoenix. Ev'n to the gates of Heav'n is open'd wide The boundless sky. A thousand fires burnt brightly. from the hills of Thrace With sudden gust descending. Their bravest struck with grief unbearable. So bright. and a council summoned to deliberate what meabures were to be followed in this emergency. heart-struck. Boreas and Zephyr. Atrides. very moving and pressing speeches. This book. BOOK IX. The ambassadors return unsuccessfully to the camp. but are rejected with roughness by Achilles. Diomed opposes this. Agamemnon pursues this advice. praising his wisdom and resolution. and toss on shore Masses of tangled weed.

who oft hath sunk the heads Of many a lofty city in the dust. On thee the deep-designing Saturn's son In diff'ring measure hath his gifts bestow'd: A throne he gives thee. Sadly they sat in council. with the name Of coward branding me. and ready to be launch'd. yet dost thou to the Kings Sage counsel give. as some dark-water'd fount Pours o'er a craggy steep its gloomy stream. the sons of Greece. we two. denies. Then with deep groans th' assembled Greeks address'd: "O friends! the chiefs and councillors of Greece. and the ships. but it seems He falsifies his word. though the rest Betake them to their ships. among the Greeks Thou heldest light my prowess. And yet will sink. for Heav'n is on our side. will fight Till Troy be ours.Spar'd not his labour. no Greek Can censure. How canst thou hope the sons of Greece shall prove Such heartless dastards as thy words suppose? If homeward to return thy mind be fix'd. frustrate of my hope. O King! Be not offended: once. and with grievous loss of men. eminent thou art in war. Which from Mycenae follow'd thee in crowds. arose. As is my right. Hear then my counsel. and none my words . But valour. Such now appears th' o'er-ruling sov'reign will Of Saturn's son. with loud applause. and well in season speak. Go fully through the whole. And In the council thy compeers in age Must yield to thee. thy present words. Dishonour'd. in council: thou. Yet will the other long-hair'd Greeks remain Till Priam's city fall: nay. or gainsay. higher far than all. Grievous. they all in silence heard: In speechless sorrow long they sat: at length Rose valiant Diomed. by his promise led I hop'd to raze the strong-built walls of Troy. I thy folly must confront. mixing with the chiefs. Then aged Nestor rose. Yet I and Sthenelus. Weeping. and bids me now Return to Argos. and sail for home. and object of debate. and for thine age mightst be My latest born. and yet the end Thou hast not reach'd. noblest boon of Heav'n. and all unlook'd for. But thou art young. Depart. both young and old. Atreus' son. the way is open. and thus began: "Tydides. that am thine elder far. how justly so Is known to all the Greeks. Are close at hand." The monarch spoke. for mighty is his hand. and thus he spoke: "Atrides. is the blow Which Jove hath dealt me." Thus he. But now will I. The speech of valiant Diomed confirm'd. let us all agree Home to direct our course: since here in vain We strive to take the well-built walls of Troy. And home return in safety.

before. Forth with their followers went th' appointed guards. 'tis thine to hear And to determine. Creon's son. and ever have maintain'd. for his prize . and hearth is he Whose soul delights in fierce internal strife. heard his speech. As meet and seemly.May disregard. to the feast invite: Thy tents are full of wine. which Grecian ships O'er the wide sea bring day by day from Thrace. when all are met. Two valiant sons of Mars. didst bear The fair Briseis from Achilles' tent Despite his anger--not by my advice: I fain would have dissuaded thee. dishon'ring him Whom ev'n th' Immortals honour'd. great King. Sounder opinion none can hold than this. set before them." He said. Outcast from kindred. Atrides. When close beside our ships the hostile fires Are burning: who can this unmov'd behold? This night our ruin or our safety sees. not ev'n Atrides' self. since Jove to thee hath giv'n The sceptre. Ev'n from the day when thou. and bold Ialmenus. assenting. law. To be thy people's judge and counsellor. without the wall. 'Tis thine to speak the word. the Elders all. Nor lack'st thou aught thy guests to entertain. They on the viands. but thou. and the high prerogative. thou thy part perform. With thee. Great need we have of counsel wise and good. my discourse shall end. depends on thee: Yet will I say what seems to me the best. The princely Thrasymedes. There lit their fires. when some other chief Suggestions offers in the gen'ral cause: What counsel shall prevail. But yield we now to th' influence of night: Prepare the meal. This duty on the younger men I lay: Then. and brave Deipyrus. His counsel take. Now thus with prudent words began. and said: "Most mighty Agamemnon. Then for th' assembled Elders in his tent An ample banquet Agamemnon spread. With thee begin: o'er many nations thou Hold'st sov'reign sway. and let the sev'ral guards Be posted by the ditch. And godlike Lycomedes. with lances arm'd. Ascalaphus. fell: The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. who gives the best advice. Following the dictates of thy wrathful pride. the sagest counsel gave. Agamemnon. and they. Nestor's son. Sev'n were the leaders. and there the meal prepar'd. For thou art King supreme. And many own thy sway. Which I maintain. King of men. and with each went forth A hundred gallant youths. Between the ditch and wall they took their post. And Aphareus. The aged Nestor first his mind disclos'd He who. Meriones. Didst to our bravest wrong.

and Laodice. Chrysothemis. who. twenty caldrons bright. as a God. well skill'd in household cares. before you all I pledge myself rich presents to bestow. to Peleus' house. her whom from his tent I bore away. And Enope. Iphianassa. All these shall now be his: but if the Gods Shall grant us Priam's city to destroy. Who by their speed have many prizes won. he confounds the Greeks. Nor poor in gold. with costly gifts And soothing words. Twelve pow'rful horses. as a host Is he whom Jove in honour holds. and Ira's grassy plains. when we divide the spoil. nor will deny it. and add a solemn oath. and in honour held As is Orestes. he shall be My son by marriage. Of gold. AEpeia fair. if ev'n yet. Is rear'd at home in luxury and ease. Fain would I now conciliate him. so he his wrath remit: Then let him yield (Pluto alone remains Unbending and inexorable. All by the sea. To me submitting. And to his sceptre ample tribute pay. and more advanc'd in age. That day he captur'd Lesbos' goodly isle. whom I selected for myself. who but so much possess'd As by those horses has for me been won. Of gold and brass. Not empty-handed could that man be deem'd. we may his wrath appease. and vine-clad Pedasus. by sandy Pylos' bounds. This will I do. my only son. With countless heaps he shall a vessel freight. by evil impulse led. too truly thou recall'st my fault: I err'd. And. I ne'er approach'd her bed. Of these." . All only less than Argive Helen fair. Sev'n prosp'rous towns besides. but let us now Consider. and with them will I send The fair Briseis. as in royal pow'r Superior far. Lesbians.Thou took'st and still retain'st. But if I err'd. untouch'd by fire." To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: "Father. as now Achilles hon'ring. Sev'n women too. Sev'n tripods will I give. And twenty captives he himself shall choose. on the course renown'd. ten talents. and thence Of all the Gods is most abhorr'd of men). Cardamyle. shall honour him with gifts. and pay An ample penalty. As never man before to daughter gave. And if it be our fate to see again The teeming soil of Argos. No portion ask'd for. whiche'er he will. The dwellers there in flocks and herds are rich. Three daughters fair I have. In beauty far surpassing all their sex: These will I give. And with her will I add such wedding gifts. and Antheia's pastures deep. And Pherae. he shall take to wife. nor held with her Such intercourse as man with woman holds.

And serve a cup to each: beneath my roof This night my dearest friends I entertain. let them consent to go. Before the chief. friends! as friends ye come: Some great occasion surely to my tent Hath brought the men who are. their libations made. How best to soften Peleus' matchless son. That he to gentle counsels would incline The haughty soul of great AEacides. Leaving the seat whereon they found him plac'd. amaz'd. Ulysses sage. he led them in. swift of foot. while to Saturn's son. Of heralds. Then first of all let Phoenix lead the way. Atrides. and plac'd On couches spread with. and many a pray'r address'd To Neptune. Ulysses chief. awaiting till the song should cease. upon Achilles fix'd His eyes. And at their entrance rose Patroclus too: Waving his hand. Part of the spoil he took. from his couch. Atreus' son. Despite my anger. Hodius and Eurybates. their chief they found His spirit soothing with a sweet-ton'd lyre. purple carpets o'er. And stood before him. the mighty Ajax next: With them. With rapid glance to each.To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: "Most mighty Agamemnon. The youths. And holding still his lyre. Beside the many-dashing ocean's shore They mov'd along. of all the Greeks. That he have mercy. And bid be silent. where lay The warlike Myrmidons. and stronger mix the wine. Soothing his soul. crown'd the bowls with wine. and let them take. they pass'd." . in silence and alone Patroclus sat. When to the ships and tents they came. attending. on this he play'd. King of men. we address our pray'r. And in due order serv'd the cups to all. Achilles sprang. set upon the board A larger bowl. Addressed them: "Welcome. Ocean's Earth-surrounding God. Which to Achilles thou design'st to send: Then to the tent of Peleus' son in haste Let us our chosen messengers despatch: Whom I shall choose. when he destroy'd Eetion's wealthy town. Bring now the hallowing water for our hands. Then thus address'd Patroclus at his side: "Son of Menoetius. from out the tent Of Agamemnon. not unworthy are the gifts. with silver band adorn'd. Of curious work. The heralds pour'd the water on their hands. and well his counsel pleas'd them all. Then. and sang of warriors' deeds. Beloved of Jove. And many a caution aged Nestor gave. The envoys forward stepp'd. Ulysses first. Achilles." Thus as he spoke." He said. when each with wine Had satisfied his soul. dearest to my heart.

then thou reflect betimes How from the Greeks to ward the day of doom. Hector. and lifted from the stand. resistless. the boon of strength. And pledg'd Achilles thus: "To thee I drink. And when the fire burnt hotly. The meat. breaking through the lofty sterns. far from Argos' grassy plains. A chine of well-fed hog. with martial fury fir'd. and with them. lest the Gods His threats fulfil. So now in thine. From baskets fair Patroclus portion'd out The bread to each. to save the Greeks Sore press'd by Trojan arms: lest thou thyself Hereafter feel remorse. put not forth thy might. and we be fated here To perish. remember now thy father's words. Facing the sage Ulysses. impatient. 'My son. Juno or Pallas have the pow'r to give. For close beside the ships and wall are camp'd The haughty Trojans and renown'd allies: Their watch-fires frequent burn throughout the camp.He said. Automedon Held fast. The aged Peleus. The viands cook'd and plac'd upon the board. And firmly trusting in the aid of Jove. . And in the fire-light plac'd an ample tray. Patroclus his commands obey'd. The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. though late. for th' approach of morn. to save. And hung the spits above. the evil done Is past all cure. Grave doubts. And on it laid of goat's flesh and of sheep's A saddle each. rages. while great Achilles carv'd the joints. resolv'd To the devouring flames to give the ships. And loud their boast that nought shall stay their hands. fill'd a cup with wine. If thou. Patroclus. boastful of his strength. and rising. Jove too for them. great warrior. abundant is the feast: But not the pleasures of the banquet now We have in hand: impending o'er our arms Grave cause of fear. he fix'd upon the spits: Patroclus kindled then a blazing fire. spread the glowing embers out. how he said. Then. with fav'ring augury Sends forth his lightning. Up then! if in their last extremity Thy spirit inclines. He prays. Achilles! nobly is thy table spread. And much my mind misgives me. Until our dark-ribb'd ships be made their prey. when to Atreus' son He sent thee forth from Phthia. And slay the crews. and the flame Subsided. sat the host On th' other side the tent. Ajax to Phoenix sign'd: Ulysses saw The sign. give the Gods their honours due: He in the fire the wonted off'rings burnt: They on the viands set before them fell. bewilder'd in the smoke. then sprinkled o'er The meat with salt. As heretofore in Agamemnon's tent. we see. and bade his friend. or see destroy'd our ships. prepar'd. nought he fears Or God or man. Dear friend. rich in fat. if so they will. the meat Achilles shar'd. illustrious chief.

And Enope. and let thine anger cool. Twelve pow'rful horses. And to thy sceptre ample tribute pay. And twenty captives thou thyself shalt choose. Sev'n tripods promis'd he. ten talents. By whom thou shalt be honour'd as a God: For great the triumph that thou now mayst gain. thus sore bested. thou shalt take to wife. AEpeia fair. twenty caldrons bright. And with her will he add such wedding gifts. in the course renown'd. All these he gives. and in his pride . her whom from thy tent He bore away. and Antheia's pastures deep. As never man before to daughter gave. From Agamemnon shalt thou bear away. while I recount the gifts Which in his tent he pledg'd him to bestow. nor held with her Such intercourse as man with woman holds. and with them will he send The fair Briseis. yet. Listen to me. Him and his gifts. Who by their speed have many prizes won. that so the Greeks The more may honour thee. Three daughters fair are his. For better far is gentle courtesy: And cease from angry strife. Not empty-handed could that man be deem'd. And Pherae. so thou thy wrath remit. so thou thy wrath remit. The dwellers there in flocks and herds are rich.' Such were the words thine aged father spoke. He ne'er approach'd her bed. But if thou hold Atrides in such hate. when we divide the spoil. well skill'd in household cares. That day thou captur'dst Lesbos' goodly isle. thou mayst be His son by marriage. For he is near at hand. as a God. All only less than Argive Helen fair. In beauty far surpassing all their sex. All these shall now be thine: but if the Gods Shall grant us Priam's city to destroy. and ease. Lesbians. Sev'n women too. E'en Hector's self is now within thy reach. who. Is rear'd at home in luxury. yet let thy pity rest On all the other Greeks. Of gold. And noble gifts. And if it be our fate to see again The teeming soil of Argos. untouch'd by fire. and vine-clad Pedasus. Of these whiche'er thou wilt. Cardamyle. And. Iphianassa. All by the sea. both young and old. Of gold and brass. will honour thee with gifts. by sandy Pylos' bounds. his only son. These will he give. Sev'n prosp'rous towns besides. and Ira's grassy plains. No portion ask'd for. Pause for awhile. Which thou hast now forgotten. and in honour held As is Orestes. who but so much possess'd As by those horses has for him been won.But thou thyself thy haughty spirit must curb. and add a solemn oath. whom he selected for himself. Chrysothemis. With countless heaps a vessel shalt thou freight. to Peleus' house. Nor poor in gold. e'en now. and Laodice.

swift of foot: "Heav'n-born Ulysses. from me alone of all the Greeks. . and they hold them still. Now. though day by day In constant toil I set my life at stake. hath built a lofty wall. And in the trench hath fix'd a palisade." Whom answer'd thus Achilles. and deceiv'd. Like honours gain the coward and the brave. of all Our ships contain. but share with those who skulk. and the other Kings. Brings to her callow brood the food she takes. So I through many a sleepless night have lain. since he once hath robb'd me. Engag'd in battle on your wives' behalf. son Of great Laertes. though ill she fare herself. By this man and by that. Alike the idlers and the active die: And nought it profits me. Him as the gates of hell my soul abhors. solace of his bed! But say then. and all to Agamemnon gave. And am not to be won. Twelve cities have I taken with my ships. and keeps my cherish'd wife. though captive of my spear. can rival him in arms. Who boast the praise of sense and virtue. nor beyond the Oak And Scaean gates would venture. Nor so the warrior-slayer Hector's might Can keep in check. Let him not seek my aid. To other chiefs and Kings he meted out Their sev'ral portions. Not far without the walls would Hector range His line of battle. He bore away. How best from hostile fires to save his ships. Save Atreus' sons alone? or do not all. A few divided. And dug a trench around it. safe beside his ships. Atreus' son. but the most retain'd. He. since nought is gain'd By toil unceasing in the battle field. I know him now. wide and deep. Nor others shall prevail. love And cherish each his own? as her I lov'd E'en from my soul. while I was in the field. Well! let him keep her. I must frankly speak My mind at once. But as a bird. my fix'd resolve declare: That from henceforth I may not by the Greeks. And from my onset narrowly escap'd. With thee. why do Greeks with Trojans fight? Why hath Atrides brought this mighty host To Troy. Ulysses. on Trojan soil: From all of these abundant stores of wealth I took. hand to hand. He hath completed many mighty works Without my aid. Whose outward words his secret thoughts belie. be importun'd.And martial fury deems that none. there indeed He once presum'd to meet me. if not in fair-hair'd Helen's cause? Of mortals are there none that love their wives. let him devise. Hear then what seems to me the wisest course. my spoils receiv'd. From me. Eleven more by land. sage in council. And many a bloody day have labour'd through. Who nobly fight. On me nor Agamemnon.

The Archer-God. Atreus' son. my vessels spread O'er the broad bosom of the Hellespont. If that thou care to see. himself I hold At a hair's worth. were his gifts in number as the sand. my off'rings made to Jove. Some fitting match. nor his acts. ere came the sons of Greece. with insult takes away. Egyptian. And Greece can boast of many a lovely maid. And aged Peleus' wealth in peace enjoy. Nor all the treasures which Apollo's shrine. Three days will bear us home to Phthia's shore. daughters fair Of chiefs who hold their native fortresses: Of these. again He shall not cozen me! Of him. and iron hoar The share assign'd me. And brass. not were she fair As golden Venus. of oxen and of sheep Successful forays may good store provide. Atreus' son. and in works renown'd As Pallas. and spurn. and noble steeds: But when the breath of man hath pass'd his lips. yet ne'er will I By Agamemnon be prevail'd upon. Who boasts her hundred gates. at will. of nobler blood than mine. To him then speak aloud the words I send. a fitting bride. His gifts I loathe. Himself who gave. but my chiefest prize The monarch Agamemnon. and freighted well my ships. There did I leave abundant store of wealth. and women fair. and would he proffer me Tenfold or twentyfold of all he has. contain'd In peaceful times. Or ever may be his. a wife I may select: And ofttimes hath my warlike soul inclin'd To take a wedded wife. and wrong'd. enough! I pass him by. My lusty crews plying the vig'rous oar. May weigh with life. through each of which With horse and car two hundred warriors march: Nay. . if yet he hope Some other Greek by treach'rous wiles to cheat. whom Jove hath robb'd of sense. thyself shall see. At Peleus' hands I may receive a wife. To-morrow morn. And if th' Earth-shaker send a fav'ring breeze. Till I have paid him back my heart's offence. For not the stores which Troy. Will I a daughter wed. yet her e'en so I wed not. he dare not meet. or all the gold Sent to Orchomenos or royal Thebes. Or dust upon the plain. And all the Gods. Cloth'd as he is in shamelessness! my glance. Nor e'er of Agamemnon. But should the Gods in safety bring me home. In Hellas or in Phthia. of ruddy gold. All brazen as he is. When hitherward I took my luckless way. And tripods may be gain'd. in rock-built Pythos holds. And launch'd upon the main. blue-ey'd Maid. treasurehouse of countless wealth.But as with Hector now no more I fight. I share no more his counsels. He hath deceiv'd me once. That all may know his crimes. they say. let him choose some other Greek. Thither from hence I bear.

despis'd his wife. and ratified. But then undying glory shall be mine: If I return. oft she pray'd me to seduce." He said. Me then he sent. great Achilles. I yielded. To vex th' old man. that o'er me A double chance of destiny impends: If here remaining. on my head A curse invok'd. the aged Phoenix spoke. and thine acts to guide. To prompt thy language.' Go then. when from Greece I fled Before my angry sire. that upon his knees No child. Th' infernal King. I should say. Alone? whom with thee aged Peleus sent. For greatly fear'd he for the ships of Greece: "If. instructor of thy youth. confounded by his words. he. son Of Ormenus. dear boy. The silver-footed Thetis. avails them nought. my answer to the chiefs of Greece Speak boldly--such the privilege of age-Bid that some better counsel they devise To save their ships and men. nor canst thou be induc'd To save the ships from fire. I ne'er shall see my home. Such as I boasted. dear boy. so sternly did he speak. all-seeing Jove O'er her extends his hand. so fierce thy wrath. and awful Proserpine. and on the Furies call'd His curse to witness. And with the morrow he with me shall sail And seek our native land. and vig'rous youth restore. if so he will: For not by force will I remove him hence. inexperienc'd yet In all the duties of confed'rate war. Amyntor. suspecting. In silence heard. though Heav'n should undertake my age To wipe away. a fair-hair'd concubine Cause of the quarrel. and death be long deferr'd. . on which attends renown. in tears. round the walls of Troy I wage the war. their present scheme. My anger unappeas'd. If others ask'd my counsel. can I consent To part. How then. dear boy. My glory all is gone. of lofty Troy Ye see not yet the end. My mother. At length. So not from thee. and thine acts to guide. can I remain behind. 'Homeward direct your course. though Heav'n should undertake my age To prompt thy language. e'er should sit: His curse the Gods have heard. I by my Goddess-mother have been warn'd. by me begotten. Then would I fain have slain him with the sword. And sage debate. her my father lov'd. my father's concubine. they all. on him relying Her people all with confidence are fill'd. So not from thee. on returning home Thy mind is set. and sleep to-night. and see my native land. And by her love estrang'd.Nor strength nor foray can the loss repair. But Phoenix here shall stay. That day when he in Agamemnon's cause From Phthia sent thee. can I consent To part. but length of life Shall then be mine.

may be sooth'd. when mortals have transgress'd. while Ate. rival of the Gods. They plod in Ate's track. curb thy noble rage. And lightly vaulted o'er the court-yard fence. But longer in my angry father's house To dwell. my spirit brook'd not. And often. dealing woe to man. But halt. one in the vestibule Before my chamber door. in virtue. Until at length to Phthia's fruitful soil. And many a goodly sheep. outstrips their laggard pace. Till on my knee thou satt'st. Such. his well-belov'd. strong And swift of foot. and with such love As to his only son. Libations and burnt-off'rings. strength. though my friends And kinsmen all besought me to remain. and roasted o'er the burning coals. to Peleus' realm I came. such pains I took. . or fail'd To do aright. And o'er the Dolopes hold sov'reign sway. and make their pray'r That Ate follow him and claim her dues. That thou mightst be the guardian of mine age. his gen'rous gifts bestow'd. no son Of mine I e'er might see. heal her wounds. Him who with honour welcomes their approach. and sternly casts them off. Who kindly welcom'd me. He gave me wealth. and hear him when he prays. By turns relieving guards. may yet be mollified. They sing'd. and by my hand Thy food were cut. and many swine. and many a steer They slew. And set before my mind the public voice. And. They greatly aid. To Saturn's son they go. Rememb'ring that by Heav'n's decree. A heart implacable beseems thee not. nor wouldst thou with others go Or to the meal. Achilles. with fat o'erlaid. And on the bounds of Phthia bade me dwell. If branded with the name of patricide. For they. But who rejects. Pray'rs are the daughters of immortal Jove. from my soul I lov'd thee. But thou. The Gods themselves. Such care I had of thee. honour. following. o'er all the earth Before them flies: they. A father shows. Excelling thee. and of feeble sight. The fires meanwhile Burnt constant: one beneath the porch that fac'd The well-fenc'd court. The bosom of my dress with wine was drench'd. By guards alike and servant maids unmark'd. Achilles. Achilles. my son. The odium I should have to bear 'mid Greeks. by sacrifice and pray'r. or in the house be fed. Through all the breadth of Hellas then I fled. rival of the Gods. And drank in many a cup the old man's wine. Mother of flocks. then thee I made. and wrinkled. he gave me ample rule. Thee too. The tenth dark night My chamber's closely-fitting doors I broke. Nine nights they kept me in continual watch. Then to the daughters of immortal Jove.Had not some God my rising fury quell'd. the cup were tender'd thee. in thy childish helplessness. as thou art I made thee.

will I at length recite. he nurs'd His wrath. One case I bear in mind. A fierce contention then the Goddess rais'd. With youths and dogs from all the neighbouring towns Collected. The other Gods their hecatombs receiv'd. Diana's shrine alone no off'rings deck'd. or o'erlook'd. son of OEneus. none could blame thy wrath. While warlike Meleager kept the field. smaller force had not avail'd. and many a youth Had by his tusks been laid upon the bier. I could not ask That thou thy cherish'd anger shouldst discard. Maintain their ground before the city walls. show the like respect. between The Acarnanian and th' AEtolian bands. the men thou lov'st the best. with blossom and with fruit. With root and branch. his wedded wife. Evenus' daughter. in anger that from her OEneus the first-fruits of his field withheld. This curse of war the golden-throned Queen Diana sent. That many another brave man's heart hath sway'd. he withdrew To Cleopatra fair. And in her wrath the arrow-darting Queen A savage wild-boar sent. I grant thee. Her parents call'd the child Alcyone. Nor dar'd. Neglected. nor their words. . who against Apollo's self For the neat-footed maiden bent his bow. When he to anger yielded. which sometimes Swells in the bosom e'en of wisest men. But now large off'rings hath he giv'n.Do thou. Him Meleager. Time was. despite the numbers of their host. How all occurr'd. So huge he was. but still retain'd His vehement enmity. There laid he prostrate many a stately tree. In praise of men in ancient days renown'd. of all the Greeks. Till now. With promises of more. resenting thus his mother's curse. Which OEneus' vineyard haunting. strongest man of all who then Were living. And aid the Greeks. When by far-darting Phoebus forc'd away). bore To Idas. that with AEtolia's warlike bands Round Calydon the Acarnanians fought With mutual slaughter. So long the Acarnanians far'd but ill. so fierce. This have we heard. And not in later days. Discredit not their mission. If to thy tent no gifts Atrides brought. that how-so-e'er might rage Their hostile feuds. their anger might be still By gifts averted. For the boar's head and bristly hide. and more Hath promis'd. 'mid friends. Incens'd against his mother. and here. wrought him harm. The Acarnanians burning to destroy. how great so-e'er their need. In mem'ry of the tears her mother shed. hath sent To pray thine aid. in times long past. these to save the town. (Marpessa her. slew. the sin was great. With her. with gleaming tusks. Rival of Alcyon's melancholy fate. retiring from the field. Achilles. and. and by words appeas'd.

unsolicited. dark and stern of heart. from the depths Of Erebus Erinnys heard her pray'r. Yet they too fail'd his fix'd resolve to shake. and with her hands Beating the solid earth. But not an equal share of honour gain. The battle join." . whose will it is that I should here Remain beside the ships. and lov'd the best. Till to his very doors the war had reach'd. Thus did his act from doom th' AEtolians save Spontaneous. and of my kingdom half. Down on her knees. take the gifts. the city burnt with fire. A fruitful plot they bade him set apart. and bear it in thy mind: Disturb me not with weeping and complaints. and at the portals clos'd He knock'd in vain. the town in flames: Then Meleager's beauteous wife. her bosom wet with tears. then his aid Th' AEtonian Elders and the sacred priests With promises of great reward implor'd. to-morrow morn Will we determine or to sail or stay. at length. The slaughter'd men. List'ning to the tale. And as a God be honour'd by the Greeks.Althaea. stay thou the while. nor let thy God Turn thitherward thy thoughts. To do Atrides grace. Gloom-haunting Goddess. And on soft couch repose. But be not thou like him. Soon round the gates the din of battle rose. implor'd. Upon the threshold of his lofty rooms Old OEneus stood. though he sav'd. And pray'd to Heav'n above. Such honours move me not. she her brother's death bore hard. But come with me. the nether pow'rs." Whom answer'd thus Achilles. His sisters and his brother join'd their pray'rs. These shall our message bear. and donn'd his glitt'ring arms. And half of fertile plain. swift of foot: "Phoenix. But sterner his rejection of their suit. for tillage clear'd. In tears. the thousand ills Recall'd. come. The foe upon the tow'rs. Pluto and awful Proserpine. His spirit was rous'd within him. Death on her son invoking. if him thou love. The helpless children and deep-bosom'd dames A prey to strangers. the Greeks thou mayst protect. which on a captur'd town attend. beseeching him. The rich reward they once were pledg'd to give. my honour comes From Jove. and again He took the field. our ships on fire. If thou hereafter. This too I say. my second father. My love for thee perchance may turn to hate: My friend should honour him who honours me. yet he gain'd not. a suppliant to his son. The tow'rs by storm assaulted. while I retain Breath in my lungs and vigour in my limbs. Thine aid will less be priz'd. rev'rend sire. The richest land in lovely Calydon. The friends he valued most. And equal honours shalt thou share with me. Of fifty acres: half for vineyard meet.

swift of foot: "Illustrious Ajax. and fain would claim to be. The forfeiture receiv'd. then thus began Ajax." Thus he: they each the double goblet rais'd. Daughter of Phorbas. to the Gods their due libations pour'd. with him The graceful Iphis. all unwelcome as they are. that without delay The rest might leave the tent. and other gifts to boot. held me forth to public scorn. O'er slaughter'd Greeks. By payment of a fine. We now bespeak thy courtesy. obdurate mood. Surpassing fair. thy best and dearest friends. houseless vagabond. But fury fills my soul. deputed by the gen'ral voice Of all the host. they obey'd. to the ships return'd. 'mid th' assembled Greeks. Laertes' high-born son. to prepare A bed for Phoenix. . Back to the chiefs awaiting our return. from Lesbos captive brought. The debt discharg'd. will pause. Achilles to his lov'd companion gave. But go ye now. And for a single girl! we offer sev'n. and waited for the morn. Nor reeks he of his old companions' love." Whom answer'd thus Achilles. The slayer may remain in peace at home. valiant as he is. the other will forego. And rugs. and linen light and fine o'erspread. Diomede fair. Within the tent's recess Achilles slept. the godlike son of Telamon: "Ulysses sage. Without offence hast thou thy message giv'n. son of Telamon. Ulysses leading. And by his side. Till noble Hector. There slept th' old man. for this way our discourse Can lead to no result. And quickly laid the bed with fleeces warm. whene'er I think How Agamemnon. his just revenge. As some dishonour'd. Insulting. behoves us bear Our tidings. and Enyes' rock-built fort. respect Thy hearth. Depart we now. and bear my answer back: No more in bloody war will I engage. Achilles hath allow'd his noble heart To cherish rancour and malignant hate. Shall reach the quarters of the Myrmidons. On th' other side Patroclus lay. whom. Ere he assail my ship and tents. And. may be aton'd. and with his eyebrows gave a sign In silence to Patroclus. remember that beneath thy roof We stand. Priam's godlike son. Meanwhile Patroclus bade th' attendant maids Prepare a bed for Phoenix. Relentless he! a son's or brother's death. I think That Hector.He said. Of all the Greeks. But thou maintain'st a stern. when Scyros' isle He captur'd. Wherewith we honour'd him above the rest. your ships enwrapp'd in fire.

Amaz'd. then their tidings ask'd. . due libations pour'd. withhold his aid?" To whom again Ulysses." He said. if so he will. and will confirm my words. That with the morrow he with him may sail. they all in silence heard. The chiefs. King of men. pride of Greece. Old Phoenix left we there. according to his will. stout of heart: "Most mighty Agamemnon. But leave we him. He bids thee with the other chiefs concert The means thy people and thy ships to save. so will'd the chief. and sought the boon of sleep. But hear ye all. For not by force will he remove him hence. Nay more. but fiercer still It glows. Then laid them down. THE NIGHT ADVENTURE OF DIOMED AND ULYSSES. since here of lofty Troy We see not yet the end. or Heav'n inspire. When his own spirit shall prompt. grave men. First Agamemnon. thy gifts and thee alike he spurns. so he says. and all the chiefs with loud applause His speech confirm'd. To go or stay: he then will join the fight. sage. And when the rosy-finger'd morn appears. King of men." Ulysses thus. Thyself among the foremost. Long time in silence sat the chiefs of Greece. Her people all with confidence are fill'd. Each to his sev'ral tent they all withdrew. Such was his language. turn we to our rest. and do as I advise: Refresh'd with food and wine (for therein lie Both strength and courage). His anger is not quench'd. and now Thine offers will have tenfold swoll'n his pride. And seek their native land. in wrathful mood. enquir'd: "Tell me. Who with me went. What says he: will he save our ships from fire. Or still. King of men. then. Before our ships both horse and foot array. he counsels others. with bold hearts. on him relying. For he before was over-proud. And menaces himself at early dawn To launch his well-trimm'd vessels on the main. here before you stand Ajax and both the heralds. uprising. ARGUMENT. renown'd Ulysses. all-seeing Jove O'er her extends his hand.When to Atrides' tent the envoys came. pledg'd them one by one In golden goblets. Would that thou ne'er hadst stoop'd with costly gifts To sue for aid from Peleus' matchless son. so stern the message that he bore. Homeward to turn. Outspoke at length the valiant Diomed: "Most mighty Agamemnon.

Nestor. and thence of pipes and flutes He heard the sound. Nor on his eyes that night had slumber sat. bringing in its train Tempestuous storm of mingled rain and hail Or snow. and Diomed. are employed in raising the rest of the captains. If they some scheme in council might devise To ward destruction from the Grecian host. and the Thracians. Or op'ning wide the rav'nous jaws of war. Thus as he mus'd. Atreus' son. He rose. And bold defiance to the Trojans giv'n. In night-long slumbers lay the other chiefs Of all the Greeks. and makes choice of Ulysses for his companion. and men of Greece. Crossing the wat'ry waste. far advanc'd before the walls of Troy. the wisest course appear'd. and busy hum of men. BOOK X. His spirit within him sinking. then o'er his shoulders threw. and determine to send scouts into the enemy's camp. awaking the leaders. whom Hector had sent on a like design to the camp of the Grecians. And by the roots his hair in handfuls tore To Jove on high. By various cares oppress'd. . They pass on with success. With Nestor. sweet slumber fell. and contriving all possible methods for the public safety. Round his broad chest a panther's skin he threw. had come to Troy. kill Rhesus with several of his officers. But not on Agamemnon. He takes no rest that night. and there. And underneath his well-turn'd feet he bound His sandals fair. by gentle sleep subdued. the watchfires saw. in his cause. who were lately arrived. and o'er his body drew his vest. Upon the ships he look'd. the distress of Agamemnon is described in the most lively manner. As when from Jove. alarm'd. On the plain He look'd. Down reaching to his feet. son of Neleus. then grasp'd his pond'rous spear. a lion's skin. Ulysses. The same night continues. Tawny and vast. Lest ill befall the Greeks. the fair-hair'd Juno's Lord. by winter sprinkled o'er the fields. Menelaus. So Agamemnon from his inmost heart Pour'd forth in groans his multitudinous grief. Diomed undertakes the hazardous enterprise. and seize the famous horses of that prince. but passes through the camp. From him they are informed of the situation of the Trojans and auxiliary forces. Blaz'd numberless. On Menelaus weigh'd an equal dread. Which. to learn their posture. the scene lies in the two camps. and discover their intentions. deep groan'd his mighty heart. and particularly of Rhesus. with which they return in triumph to the camp. to confer. Flashes the lightning. In their passage they surprise Dolon. They call a council of war.Upon the refusal of Achilles to return to the army. who.

beside him lay his arms. And welcome was his presence to the King. he led his troops. and ask to rise. and on his elbow propp'd. Raising his head. to each his name And patronymic giving. two lances. Such deeds hath he achiev'd. such havoc made. or to them Thy message give. good brother? seek'st thou one The Trojan camp to spy? I greatly fear That none will undertake the task. For never have I seen. How in one day one man has wrought such loss As Hector. with him Meriones. alone To spy the movements of the hostile camp In the dark night: stout-hearted he must be. and instruct the guard. And in his brawny hand a lance he bore. and hither bring Idomeneus and Ajax. if we hope the Greeks And Grecian ships from ruin to preserve.Then on his head his brazen helmet plac'd. Since turn'd against us is the mind of Jove. pay to each All due respect. for his son Commands the watch." To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: "Great need. or heard men tell. King of men: "Remain thou here. and wait thy coming. for in the camp are many paths. arm'd. The follower of the King Idomeneus: To them by pref'rence hath this charge been giv'n. To meet his brother went he forth. where'er thou go'st. of Greece The mighty monarch. each sev'ral man Address." He said: and Menelaus answer'd thus: "What wouldst thou have me do then? here remain With them. But thou. We like the rest must share the load of toil. as a God rever'd. I the while Will Nestor rouse. have we both Of sagest counsels. Him by the ship he found. His shield. nor bear thee haughtily. As we shall long in bitter mem'ry keep. my noble brother. lest haply we might fail To meet. He question'd thus Atrides: "Who art thou. To Hector's off'rings most his soul inclines." His brother thus with counsels wise dismiss'd. To him they best will listen. on the Greeks has wrought. The King to aged Nestor took his way: Him by his tent and dark-ribb'd ship he found On a soft couch. in act to arm. . For nought to age's weakness would he yield. Then valiant Menelaus first began: "Why thus in arms. yet not the son Of God or Goddess. Haste thou amid the ships. and urge that he with us The outposts visit. and a glitt'ring helm: There lay the rich-wrought belt the old man wore. and follow in thy steps?" Him answer'd Agamemnon. dear to Jove. Which Jove assigns to all of mortal birth. When to the battle.

pride of Greece. by toil and sleep o'erpow'r'd. But if thou wilt. Imploring aid. King of men: "For other times. Tydides. I am ill at ease. Together to the outposts let us go. Ulysses sage. Or want of sense. King of men. reserve thy blame. Come then. and harass'd by the woes of Greece. The foe is close at hand. For him are toil and danger yet in store. and 'twere well that one Across the camp should run. for we. And highly honour'd. he lags behind. there my orders were to meet. and Phyleus' noble son. Sometimes. and I have sent him on To call those very men whom thou hast nam'd. "Then none can blame him. dear to me as Menelaus is. Much for the Greeks I fear. before me he was up. Waiting from me an impulse to receive. what wouldst thou here?" To whom thus Agamemnon. since thou too know'st not sleep. while I retain Breath in my lungs. And see if there. On whom hath Jove. Laid grief that ne'er shall end. If but Achilles of his wrath repent. others too. because these eyes of mine Sweet slumber visits not. nor keeps my mind Its wonted firmess. beyond the lot of men. spearman bold. and guard Shall find them. when other mortals sleep? Seek'st thou some mule broke loose. by cares of war Oppress'd. Ajax the swift. Gladly will I attend thee. And leaps my troubled heart as tho' 'twould burst My bosom's bounds. I wander thus. But. beside the gates. nor are we sure He may not hazard e'en a night attack." To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied. Atreus' son. and Idomeneus. and vigour in my limbs. and leaves the toil to thee alone. neglectful of their watch. nor near at hand. In the dark night. old man. Know me for Agamemnon. or comrade lost? Speak. and came To visit me. that thus (Though thou shouldst take offence. The guard repose. I needs must say) He sleeps." . "Most mighty Agamemnon. but still regarding me. in this our utmost need. nor in silence come." To whom thus Agamemnon. not from indolence. With all the chiefs he should be busied now. my limbs beneath me shake. But now.That wand'rest through th' encampment thus alone. nor can any Greek Justly refuse his summons to obey. Should all be summon'd. Not all the hopes that Hector entertains Shall by the Lord of counsel be fulfill'd. nor takes His share of labour. I own." To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied. King of men: "O Nestor! son of Neleus. I must blame. Theirs are the farthest ships. to call in haste The godlike Ajax.

their spears Stood upright. A gay-wrought carpet roll'd beneath his head. and followers brave And many. Then. Their heads upon their bucklers laid. Without his tent. through the camp." To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: "True. his comrades slept around. Tawny and dark. the son of Tydeus. He went. sage as Jove in council. friend. And o'er his shoulders clasp'd a purple cloak. Laertes' godlike son. Then took his spear. Doubled. thyself arouse Ajax the swift. Do thou then go (for thou my younger art)." He said. Good sons indeed I have. to fight or fly. and with him brought the chiefs. But great is now the stress that lies on Greece. and downy pile. who might well my message bear. Stretch'd on a wild bull's hide the chief repos'd. the burnish'd brass Like Heav'n's own lightning. And little space between the camps is left?" Quick rous'd from sleep. and Phyleus' noble son. with point of sharpen'd brass. arous'd. the chance of life or death. his broad shield across his shoulders thrown. flashing far around. such the stress that now Weighs down our army. In the dark night to wander thus alone?" To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: "Ulysses sage. rous'd. on the butts. Ulysses to the tent return'd. and full of wisdom are thy words. Gerenian Nestor close behind him stood.He said. soon the voice his senses reach'd." He said. thus answer'd Diomed: "Beshrew thy heart. Gerenian Nestor from his slumbers first Ulysses. and round his body wrapped his vest. And if thou pity me. and him they found beside his arms. are there not younger men To run about the camp. To Diomed. with ample folds. and with them took his way. To all the Greeks. . come thou then with us. Down reaching to his feet. And close beside the ships the Trojans lie. and took his pond'rous spear. For on a razor's edge is balanc'd now. old man! no labour seems For thee too hard. And touched him with his foot. next They went. old man. Then on his feet his sandals fair he bound. the warrior round his shoulders threw. Forth from his tent he came. with whom 'tis meet That we should counsel take. Be not offended. Tydeus' son! Why sleep'st thou thus all night? or know'st thou not That on the very margin of the plain. and thus in tone Reproachful spoke: "Arouse thee. And others let us call. And through the camp prepar'd to take his way. Came forth again. Loud shouting. and summon all The sev'ral chiefs? thou dost too much. a lion's hide. and thus he spoke: "What cause so urgent leads you.

and hither scatheless bring His tidings. Sated with vict'ry. good youths. went Meriones. Yet were one comrade giv'n me. but all the chiefs in silence heard. The two Ajaces. This could he learn. For ev'ry captain of a ship should give A coal-black ewe. yet would be His judgment slower. and ev'n though one alone The readiest way discover. admitted to the conf'rence. has come Down from the mountain. . that heart is mine. he cross'd the ditch. that. and there the conf'rence held. Or in the camp itself some tidings gain. still plainward turning At ev'ry movement in the Trojan camp. Where Hector from the slaughter of the Greeks Turn'd back.When to the guard they came. the Trojan camp To enter? there some straggler he might take. from corpses clear. and eagerly Stood forth the son of Nestor. A prize beyond compare. self-confident. Where two combine. and with him went The Grecian leaders. The old man saw. ministers of Mars. or back. and Nestor's noble son. loud the clamours rise Of men and dogs." This said. bold in search of prey. Then rose the valiant Diomed. So from their eyes was banish'd sleep. all sleep is banish'd thence. stood forth at once. one before other sees The better course. and at her foot a lamb. and all alert beside their arms. I should go With more of comfort. his decision less. who in the neighbouring thicket hear Some beast. As round a sheepfold keep their anxious watch The dogs. and ample his reward. and thus address'd With cheering words the captains of the guard: "Watch ever thus. well-pleas'd. Gerenian Nestor first took up the word: "O friends! is any here with heart so bold Who dares. high as Heav'n in all men's mouths Would be his praise. I dare alone Enter the hostile camp. What are their secret counsels. The deep-dug ditch they cross'd. and sat them down Upon an open space. Atreus' son. not sunk in sleep Found they the leaders. more of confidence. if they mean Here by the ships to hold their ground. but on wakeful watch Intent. lest the foe a triumph gain. when Ev'ning spread her veil around: There sat they down. and said: "Nestor. and high should be His place at banquets and at solemn feasts. and many chiefs to Diomed Proffer'd companionship. With him to penetrate the Trojan camp. to the town retire. to the council call'd: With them. Stood forth Meriones." He said." He said. nor be surpris'd By slumber. so close at hand. The royal Menelaus. who watch'd Through that disastrous night. spearman bold.

with wild boars' gleaming tusks Profusely garnish'd. who still hast stood In ev'ry peril at my side. and said. whom thou wilt. Amphidamas To Molus. the morn is near: The stars are high in Heav'n. from whom It now encircled sage Ulysses' brow. for thou speak'st To those who know me all for what I am. nor from respect To persons leave the better man behind. a heron. How can I pass the sage Ulysses by? Of ready wit. son of Ormenus. So far in prudence he surpasses all. a simple casque. King of men.And stout Ulysses. by him accompanied." In fear for Menelaus thus he spoke: Then answer'd valiant Diomed. "If my companion I may freely choose." He said. through the gloom They saw it not indeed. Spoil of his pillag'd house. and both prepar'd to don their arms. he again Gave to his son. and a sword. with num'rous straps secur'd. and said: "Tydides. Rose." Whom answer'd thus Ulysses. nor censure. nor exaggerated praise Bestow on me. Well wrought within. Cytheran chief. Who in Scandea dwelt. They left their brother chiefs. Such as is worn by youths to guard their head. Choose thou thine own companion. Autolycus from Eleon bore away. on the right. Rose Agamemnon. A bow. I should not fear. Then close beside their path. Meriones to sage Ulysses gave. And take the worse. thou child Of aegis-bearing Jove. And on his brows a leathern headpiece plac'd. night wanes fast. and well-fill'd quiver. and dauntless courage. stout of heart: "Tydides. prov'd In ev'ry danger. Not though the purest royal blood were his. And on th' outside. but heard the cry. and to Pallas dear. comrade dearest to my soul. and took their way. To pass through fire. and safely both return. Autolycus Gave to Amphidamas. Without or peak or plume. whose enduring heart For ev'ry deed of valour was prepar'd. pledge of friendship. and of the night Two thirds are spent. The youthful warrior Thrasymedes gave To Diomed a two-edg'd sword (his own Had in the ship been left) and ample shield. And thus to Pallas pray'd: "Hear me. Meriones. Then on his brows a leathern headpiece plac'd. one third alone remains. Thus with accoutrements and arms supplied. This from Amyntor. scatter'd here and there By skilful hand. The fav'ring sign with joy Ulysses hail'd. nor def'rence show to rank. the midst with felt was lin'd. Of all the many here that proffer aid Him whom thou deem'st the best. But go we. by Pallas sent. whose eye .

best of all That can be found within the Grecian lines. Shall he receive. rich in gold And brass. who. now. were the deeds That with thine aid he wrought. for. Whereon no yoke hath mortal ever laid: Her will I give. and me defend. Shall dare approach the ships. Goddess.My ev'ry movement sees. An envoy. And be with me. And swore to him: "Be witness Jove himself. arms. To whom his prudent speech he thus address'd: "Who is there here. and left behind. The godlike Tydeus. that no Trojan man. but all to conf'rence call'd. thou Wast with him." Him following. and swear That I the horses and the brass-bound car Shall have. We may return. Who thus to Hector and the Trojans spoke: "Hector. now Befriend me. as with my father erst. but swift of foot. Then on thine altar will I sacrifice A yearling heifer. not fair of face." He said. The Lord of thunder. and blacken'd gore. undaunted. And. Such as the Trojans long may bear in mind. and bring thee tidings sure. Amid five sisters he the only son. or to fight or fly. in the Trojan camp. Goddess. right through the camp I mean to pass To Agamemnon's tent. with triumph crown'd. . and Hector took his royal staff. to his endless praise. But great. and thine arm was his defence: So be thou now with me. nor deceive Thy hopes. meditate retreat." Thus Hector spoke. the boast of Peleus' matchless son: Not vain shall be my errand. when to Thebes he went. like lions twain. Then. untam'd. Smooth was the message which to Thebes he bore. Nor. their pray'r the Goddess heard. in advance. The leaders and the councillors of Troy. corpses. their devotions ended. or. his mission ended. by our arms Subdued and vanquished. and tip her horns with gold. did Hector leave The chiefs to rest. where all the chiefs Debate in council. that for a rich reward A noble work will undertake? A car And two strong-collar'd horses. broad of brow. child of Jove." Thus as they pray'd. 'Mid slaughter. some great exploit achiev'd. the nightly watch neglect. But hold thou forth thy royal staff. thus the brave Tydides pray'd: "My voice too. The herald's son. but all in silence heard. There was one Dolon in the Trojan camp. Upon Asopus' banks the mail-clad Greeks. grant that safe. on they far'd Through the deep dead of night. Eumedes. with dauntless courage I will dare Approach the ships. and learn if still They keep their wonted watch. worn with toil. hear.

With falt'ring accents. With glist'ning fangs. stout of heart. hasten'd by. they came up And seiz'd him in their grasp. [3] . and threw his spear. In woodland glade. of escape from death. For ample stores I have of gold. and small thy chance. beside the road They crouch'd. the city cutting off his flight. from the camp where some one this way comes. may urge him tow'rd the ships. The hope to Dolon fresh assurance gave. Ulysses first Mark'd his approach. we then with sudden rush May seize him. "Stop. For foes he knew them. my life I can redeem. That flies before them. With fiery zeal. but never thence Destin'd to bring th' expected tidings back. panting. from the camp he took his way. his bow across his shoulders slung. unflagging. But when such space was interpos'd as leave Between the sluggish oxen and themselves A team of mules (so much the faster they Through the stiff fallow drag the jointed plough). Deeming that from the Trojan camp they came. screaming. so those two. but by design It struck him not. Forthwith. With what intent I know not. they rush'd in hot pursuit. Sudden he stopp'd. to order his return. above his shoulder flew The polish'd lance. well practis'd in the chase. If I assail thee. in tears: "Spare but my life. But when the fugitive approach'd the ships. Close by the guard. and to night address'd His active limbs. on his head A cap of marten's fur. And he himself but second honours gain. Tydides and Ulysses. Straight to the Grecian ships. or I hurl my spear. though unfulfill'd the oath. pale with fear he stood. They rush'd upon him. a glorious prize. or less." He said. lest haply from the walls Some other might anticipate his blow. and let him pass us by A little way. shall e'er those horses drive. or rob the dead.Thyself except. with panic paralys'd: His teeth all chatt'ring. fresh vigour Pallas gave To Diomed. And as two hounds. strain'd to catch The flying Dolon. and in his hand A jav'lin. and to Tydides said: "See. Turn we aside. some pricket deer. if to play The spy about the ships. from the camp cut off. unflagging. The crowd of men and horses left behind. Tydides then with threat'ning gesture cried. or if he outstrip us both By speed of foot. Driving him still before us with our spears." Thus Hector swore. A grisly wolf-skin o'er it. or hare. at the sound he stopp'd. all unconscious. and quiver'd in the ground. For thee they are reserv'd. By Hector sent. Briskly he mov'd along." Thus saying. and brass. he. he thus. 'mid the dead. Within a spear's length when they came. strain to catch. And from.

to learn if still Ye keep your wonted watch. or by our arms Subdued and vanquish'd. Hector. where sleep they? with the Trojans mix'd. when here thou cam'st. and of these my sire Would pay a gen'rous ransom. and the bold Pelasgians next. or back." To whom in answer sage Ulysses thus: "Say now. hard are they For mortal man to harness or control. off'ring as my prize Achilles' horses and his brass-bound car. The Paeon archers and the Leleges. sits In conf'rence. By Hector sent? or of thine own accord?" Then Dolon thus--his knees with terror shook-"With much persuasion. of my better mind Hector beguil'd me. thus: "Be of good cheer. Or separate? explain. near Ilus' tomb. Eumedes' son: "To this too will I give ye answer true. But for the guards thou speak'st of. that I may know. nor let the fear of death Disturb thy mind. Next to the sea the Carian forces lie." Whom answer'd Dolon thus. Where left'st thou Hector. Save for Achilles' self. and they. Due caution exercise: but. when other mortals sleep? Com'st thou perchance for plunder of the dead? Or seek'st upon our ships to play the spy. On Thymbra's side the Lycians' lot has fall'n. But tell me truly this. the Phrygian cavalry. How is 't that tow'rd the ships thou com'st alone. The Mysians brave." To whom Ulysses. . far apart. that thought to win The horses of Achilles. among themselves. A watch is kept. deep-designing. In the still night." To whom Ulysses thus with scornful smile: "High soar'd thy hopes indeed. your nightly watch neglect. The Caucons. And the Maeonians with their horsehair plumes. Sated with vict'ry. to the town return?" Whom Dolon answer'd thus. Not one is station'd to protect the camp. And worn with toil. They sleep. perforce. and enjoin'd. the Goddess-born. with those who share his counsels. noble chief. could he learn That in the Grecian ships I yet surviv'd. guardian chief of Troy? Where are his warlike arms? his horses where? Where lie the rest? and where are plac'd their guards? What are their secret counsels? do they mean Here by the ships to keep their ground. for th' Allies. and to the Trojans leave the watch. Around the Trojan fires indeed. but tell me truly this. Ent'ring your hostile camp. Eumedes' son: "Thy questions all true answers shall receive. Through the dark night he sent me. Since nor their children nor their wives are near.And well-wrought iron. meditate retreat.

and as the suppliant sought in vain To touch his beard. His armour golden. New come. though good thy tidings. in order due. that so. his horses ready stood. . his head was roll'd in dust.But why of these enquire? if ye intend An inroad on the camp. ye may approve my words. Our off'rings first we give. of gigantic size. again In after times thou mightst our ships approach. Ere ye return. and by the side of each. whom we slew. Then on they pass'd thro' arms and blacken'd gore. With gold and silver is his chariot wrought. imploring. their reins Suspended to the chariot's topmost rail: Ulysses mark'd him as he lay. Surrounded by his warriors. lest in the gloom of night Returning. The Thracian camp and Thracian steeds to gain. For if we now should let thee go. Or leave me here in fetters bound. the son of Eioneus. He set a mark. these the steeds. And jav'lin. A marvel to behold! it seems not meet For mortal man. No farther trouble shalt thou cause the Greeks. And twigs new broken from the tamarisk boughs. Of all th' Immortals on Olympus' height. Rhesus slept. amid the tamarisk scrub Far off he threw the trophies. And thus to Pallas pray'd. In triple rows." Thus as he spoke. or do thou the men Despatch. But take me now in safety to the ships. And see if I have told you true. no steeds that e'er I saw For size and beauty can with his compare: Whiter than snow. to thee. hope not thou. but for th' immortal Gods. And reach'd the confines of the Thracian camp. put forth thy might. The cap of marten fur from off his head They took. through his throat. describ'd. their arms Beside them on the ground. "This is the man. conduct us now. apart from all. the wolf-skin. they might haply miss the spot. As secret spy. drove his trenchant blade: Ev'n while he spoke. and to my care the horses leave. There found they all by sleep subdued. Tydides. beseems it not To stand thus idly with thine arms in hand: Loose thou the horses." To whom thus Diomed with stern regard: "Dolon. then with reeds." He said. To us by Dolon. and said. to 'scape the doom of death. and the bow unstrung. Once in our hands. the farthest off. these Ulysses held aloft. great Goddess. and swifter than the wind. Beside him stood his coursers fleet. Harness'd and yok'd. or open enemy: But if beneath my hands thou lose thy life. Sleeps in the midst. who gave the spoil: "Receive." He said: and Pallas vigour new inspir'd. Both tendons sev'ring. or no. these our gifts. Now then. the Thracians lie: Rhesus their King.

good Hippocoon. But when Tydides saw the sleeping King. The son of OEneus standing o'er his head. the earth was red with blood. and with his bow (For whip was none at hand) he drove them forth. Or on the Thracians farther loss inflict. He gather'd up the reins. strikes mine ear. lest. nothing loth. "O friends. startled. the heav'nly voice he recogniz'd. hurrying. and welt'ring in their blood. for as yet they knew them not. when the vacant space he view'd. And as a lion on th' untended flock Of sheep or goats with savage onslaught springs. and cried. urg'd to speed. And said. and in Ulysses' hand The bloody trophies plac'd. Nor idle watch Apollo kept. betimes Of thy return. beside him Pallas stood. might refuse to pass The corpses. a moment check'd His eager steeds. Tydeus' son. And mounted straight the car. Ulysses. Till twelve were slain. Ev'n so Tydides on the Thracians sprang. lov'd of Heav'n. And tow'rd the ships. He groan'd as on his comrade's name he call'd: Then loud the clamour rose. or. reflecting. They marvell'd at the deeds. of Trojans thronging round. dire were the groans Of slaughter'd men. and his friends Gasping in death. But while he mus'd. To draw away. Whether the seat. They tow'rd the ships their rapid course pursued. Musing what bolder deed he yet might do. Then softly whistling to Tydides gave A signal. whereon the arms were laid.That right and left he smote. he. Awaking. The Thracian councillor. for by Pallas' art. The leaders and the councillors of Greece. and wild uproar. Meantime arriv'd where Hector's scout they slew. Ulysses by the feet Drew each aside. they flew. from sleep arous'd. and. the while. their destin'd goal. Painfully breathing. To bear it off in triumph on the car. Meanwhile Ulysses sage the horses loos'd. Where late had stood the horses. With anger fill'd." She said. if some other God Should wake the Trojans. "Bethink thee. that perchance The horses. He saw that night. lifted high in air. then mounted quick. who saw Tydides o'er the plain by Pallas led. Ulysses touch'd The horses with his bow. Unspeakable. And Rhesus' kinsman. Nestor first heard the sound. but marvell'd more How they who wrought them had escap'd unscath'd. A thirteenth victim to his sword was giv'n. Tydides from the car Leap'd to the ground. . remain'd behind. as in an evil dream. the Trojan camp he sought. and as Tydides' sword Gave each to death. Am I deceiv'd. urg'd on The fiery horses. thou shouldst need to fly. or is it true? methinks The sound of horses.

and from flowing bowls In Pallas' honour pour'd the luscious wine. having armed himself. Hector prepares the Trojans to receive them. through the camp. And with him twelve. Which on their necks. the best of all his band. But these. while Jupiter. and thighs." To whom again the sage Ulysses thus: "O Nestor. by the bath restor'd. to the sea Descending then. ARGUMENT. they sought the polish'd bath. 'Tis not my wont. E'en better horses could have giv'n than these. Agamemnon bears all before him. the Gods. son of Neleus. that met you by the way. to spy our camp. are Thracians. Had they so will'd. And from the car descended: welcom'd back With cordial grasp of hands. sure. but horses such as these I never saw. said: "Tell me. rejoicing. radiant as the beams of light? Among the Trojans day by day I move. by Hector sent. and Hector is . loves you both. some God hath giv'n them. Sat down to breakfast. pride of Greece. enquiring. Arriv'd at Diomed's well-order'd tent. and with him went The other chiefs. And Pallas. and friendly words. Yet much I fear our bravest may have met With some disaster 'mid the crowd of foes.Grant Heav'n. and in the ocean waves Themselves refresh'd. Then. The horses they secur'd. For Jove. old man. Ulysses then The bloody spoils of Dolon stow'd away In the ship's stern. Whence come these horses? from the Trojan camp? Or hath some God." He scarce had ended." He said. leads the Grecians to battle. and knees had dried. Bestow'd them. and o'er the ditch the horses drove. till fitting sacrifice To Pallas might be offer'd. so great their pow'r. the Cloud-compeller. and Minerva. his own swift-footed steeds. Agamemnon. And by the Trojan chiefs. Ulysses and brave Diomed May bring those horses from the Trojan camp. High-fed with corn. Juno. old warrior though I be. when themselves appear'd. give the signals of war. Exulting in their prize. First with strong halters to the rack. To lag behind. Gerenian Nestor first. Whose King the valiant Diomed hath slain. child of aegis-bearing Jove. A scout too have we slain. pride of Greece. THE THIRD BATTLE. where stood. and all their limbs Anointed freely with the lissom oil. The sweat wash'd off. newly come. renown'd Ulysses. AND THE ACTS OF AGAMEMNON. they wash'd away the sweat.

is pierced with an arrow by Paris. which Saturn's son Plac'd in the clouds. There stood the Goddess. a sign to mortal men: . became the battle-field. till the king should be wounded. Ulysses and Diomed put a stop to him for a time. When to the ships of Greece came Discord down. Twelve of pure gold. twice ten of shining tin: Of bronze six dragons upwards tow'rds the neck Their length extended. thirteenth. and in accents loud And dread she call'd. is extended through the twelfth. wounded. Or of Achilles. BOOK XI. Confiding in their strength. who at each extreme. Atrides. In the meantime Machaon. And dearer to their hearts than thoughts of home Or wish'd return. who is encompassed by the Trojans. and assists in that distress. Patroclus in his return meets Eurypylus also wounded. Fasten'd with silver clasps. tending to put Patroclus upon persuading Achilles to fight for his countrymen. The midmost. and retire from the field. Ten bands were there inwrought of dusky bronze. sixteenth. loudly shouting. in the other wing of the army. Nestor entertains him in his tent with an account of the accidents of the day. but that hero alone opposes multitudes and rallies the Greeks. and sought with gifts To win the favour of the mighty King. Upon Ulysses' lofty ship she stood. and in the utmost danger. till Menelaus and Ajax rescue him. thence to shout to either side. and fix'd in ev'ry breast The fierce resolve to wage unwearied war. and carried from the fight in Nestor's chariot. Hector comes against Ajax. Despatch'd from Jove. To mortals and Immortals bringing light. call'd the Greeks To arms: himself his flashing armour donn'd.commanded by Jupiter (who sends Iris for that purpose) to decline the engagement. seventeenth. but the latter. giv'n by Cinyras In pledge of friendship. with dire portents of war. being wounded by Paris. This book opens with the eight-and-twentieth day of the poem. had moor'd their ships. is obliged to desert his companion. Achilles (who overlooked the action from his ship) sends Patroclus to inquire which of the Greeks was wounded in that manner. fifteenth. or at least to permit him to do it clad in Achilles' armour. three on either side: In colour like the bow. The scene lies in the field near the monument of Ilus. Or to the tents of Ajax Telamon. First on his legs the well-wrought greaves he fix'd. with its various actions and adventures. Now rose Aurora from Tithonus' bed. and the same day. He then makes a great slaughter of the enemy. his ample chest A breastplate guarded. and a long recital of some former wars which he had remembered. fourteenth. and part of the eighteenth books. for in Cyprus' isle He heard the rumour of the glorious fleet About to sail for Troy.

Goddess dire. the silver scabbard shone. Polydamas. With twenty bosses round of burnish'd tin. With golden baldrick fitted. Agenor's godlike presence. as a God In rev'rence held. The others all were absent. Antenor's three brave sons. each his charioteer. serene. In sign of many a warrior's coming doom. His burnish'd arms like Jove's own lightning flash'd. wrought in bronze. the clamour rose. The Trojan chiefs were gather'd. and fast the trusses fall. And. Who will'd the vict'ry to the arms of Troy. exhorting. Soon to the viewless shades untimely sent. And on the belt a dragon. with Fear and Flight encircled round: Depending from a silver belt it hung. In front was seen the broad circumference Of Hector's shield. Then took two weighty lances. And loud. in arms accoutred. tipp'd with brass. Hector's self. But still made even head. He heeded not their anger. Follow'd the cars. Then on his brow his lofty helm he plac'd. bright flash'd The golden studs. with aspect terrible. Beheld. from the warrior's head. Twin'd his lithe folds. As in the corn-land of some wealthy Lord The rival bands of reapers mow the swathe. Sprung from a single neck. Barley or wheat. full-siz'd. next his shield He took. Repos'd in gorgeous palaces. a little space between: But Jove with dire confusion fill'd their ranks. Advanc'd before the cars. So Greeks and Trojans mow'd th' opposing ranks. Yet all the cloud-girt son of Saturn blam'd. Discord. and as amid the clouds Shines forth the fiery dog-star. rejoicing. his triple head. ere early dawn. beneath the plain.-fearful. double-peak'd. in the centre. So now in front was Hector seen. Which fiercely flash'd against the face of Heav'n: Pallas and Juno thund'ring from on high In honour of Mycenae's wealthy lord. Four-crested. And. the youthful Acamas. they. of the heav'nly pow'rs She only mingled with the combatants. they lin'd the ditch. and now Pass'd to the rear. bright and clear. Who sent from Heav'n a show'r of blood-stain'd rain. but withdrawn . Forthwith they order'd. Polybus. Around it ran ten circling rims of brass. AEneas. with horsehair plumes.Then o'er his shoulder threw his sword. To stay his car beside the ditch. On foot. for each Amid Olympus' deep recesses built. one of dusky bronze. A Gorgon's head. Was wrought. all in brass. That nodded. and turn'd on ev'ry side. sallied forth. heav'nly fair. Meanwhile upon the slope. like wolves. Rush'd to the onset. well-prov'd in fight. Nor these admitted thought of faint retreat. Anon beneath the cloudy veil conceal'd. well-wrought. while those. themselves.

Through helm and bone it pass'd. till for ransom freed. Though close at hand she be. the King assail'd. and one legitimate. Panting. down-leaping from the car. First sprang the monarch Agamemnon forth. "Give quarter. as they fed their flocks on Ida's heights. he. their bare breasts gleaming white. Achilles once had captive made. the bastard held the reins: Beside him stood the gallant Antiphus. forward as he rush'd. and wax'd the youthful day. Stripp'd of their arms. Sons of Antimachus ('twas he who chief. in pride of conscious strength. and bold Hippolochus. For she herself by deadly terror seiz'd. he fell. and all the brain Was shatter'd. A bastard one. Redeem our lives. Oileus. As each along the line encourag'd each. the slayers and the slain. Themselves in terror of the warlike Greeks. with aching arms Turn with keen relish to their midday meal. Them left he there. in the forest's deep recess. nor aught avail'd The brass-bound helm. the ships of Greece. Both on one car. Seduc'd by Paris' gold and splendid gifts. Peisander next. Advis'd the restitution to refuse Of Helen to her Lord). Through the thick coppice and the forest flies. our sire Antimachus . to stay the weapon's point. These of their armour he despoil'd in haste. in the car. Both on one car.Apart from all. They clasp'd his knees. his weighty sword Descended on the head of Antiphus Beside the ear. Prepare their food. Known to him both. Thick flew the shafts. And brave Bienor slew. bewilder'd there they stood. Agamemnon. with a lion's bound. the monster's rush. avail them aught. Then Grecian valour broke th' opposing ranks. swift of foot. Atreus' son. So dar'd no Trojan give those brethren aid. nor can their dam. And breaks their bones with ease. As when a lion in their lair hath seiz'd The helpless offspring of a mountain doe. The flash of arms. with the chief. While yet 'twas morn. The mighty monarch. and with strong teeth Crushes their tender life. upon them sprang The son of Atreus. his friend and charioteer. but between his brows The monarch's spear was thrust. but from their hands had dropp'd The broider'd reins. And. Them. While. and bath'd in sweat. his people's guard. Priam's sons. and wearied with the toil Of felling loftiest trees. for he had seen them oft Beside the ships. when thither captive brought From Ida by Achilles. and hasten'd in pursuit Of Antiphus and Isus. and fast the people fell On either side: but when the hour was come When woodmen. drove Through Isus' breast his spear. and bound With willow saplings. Stood forth defiant. and hurl'd him from his car. Survey'd the walls of Troy. suppliant.

To slay them both. When noble Menelaus came to Troy With sage Ulysses." Thus they. and. of guiding hands bereft. Pay now the forfeit of your father's guilt. Stretch'd on the plain they lay. Down leap'd Hippolochus. her neck first broken. They made a stand. who counsel gave. past the tomb Of Ilus. and where the thickest throng Maintain'd the tug of war. urging still the Greeks to arms. And with him eager hosts of well-greav'd Greeks. . Atrides' hand Hurl'd from their chariot many a warrior bold. As when amid a densely timber'd wood Light the devouring flames. as ambassadors. and tears. Jove withdrew. and with a spear-thrust through his breast Peisander dash'd to earth. Still on Atrides press'd. more welcome sight To carrion birds than to their widow'd wives. And tow'rd the fig-tree. But all ungentle was the voice they heard In answer. and blood. could he hear That in the Grecian ships we yet surviv'd. fast falls the copse Prostrate beneath the fire's impetuous course. by a lion scatter'd wide. her with his pow'rful teeth He seizes. imploring. and of these he fain Would pay a noble ransom.Possesses goodly store of brass and gold. his unconquer'd hands With carnage dyed. the Greek pursuit With eager shouts exciting. ancient son of Dardanus. "If indeed ye be the sons Of that Antimachus. Atrides urg'd their flight. and fac'd the foe's assault. Straining to gain the town. But Hector. from the fray and din of war. by eddying winds Hither and thither borne. Was many an empty car at random whirl'd By strong-neck'd steeds. with gentle words. Soon on the Trojans' flight enforc'd they hung. athwart the pass of war. So these the monarch Agamemnon chas'd. While loudly shouting. midway o'er the plain. As heifers. amid the throng Sent whirling like a bowl the gory head. foot on foot. laps her blood. thither he flew. So thickly fell the flying Trojans' heads Beneath the might of Agamemnon's arm. all fly. And dust. and horse on horse. These left he there. So forward and so fierce he bore his spear. but Atreus' son Severing his hands and neck. While from the plain thick clouds of dust arose Beneath the armed hoofs of clatt'ring steeds. the Trojans fled. And on her entrails gorging. on one descends The doom of death. nor suffer their return. rends. and carnage. Slaying the hindmost. At dead of night. backward he fell." He said. And on the monarch Agamemnon press'd. And well-wrought iron. Still slaying. they in terror fled: Some headlong. But when the Scaean gates and oak were reach'd. Some o'er the open plain were yet dispers'd. Destroying. backward some. And here and there.

and Darkness spread her hallowing shade. Of all the Trojans and their fam'd Allies. But from his chariot Hector leap'd to earth. opposed they stood. to none content to cede The foremost place. He shall from me receive such pow'r to slay. and stood beneath The lofty wall. Mother of flocks. Antenor's gallant son. and dealing death amid the ranks. bid him. struck By spear or arrow. he the Universal Lord Sends thee by me this message. swift Iris. to Troy. rose the battle-cry. at his bidding. ere the sun Decline. in his infant years. struck By spear or arrow. and when he reach'd The perfect measure of his glorious youth. but should Atrides. in fertile Thracia bred. and to Hector bear From me this message. Thou shalt from him receive such pow'r to slay As to the ships shall bear thee. he thus To golden-winged Iris gave command: "Haste thee. In line of battle rang'd. Still in his house retain'd him. fair Theano's sire. Thou from the battle keep thyself aloof. him. And stood beside him. who on Olympus dwell. she found. In his own palace rear'd. Raging. With brandish'd jav'lins urging to the fight. obedient to his word." Swift-footed Iris said. to his car withdraw.But as he near'd the city. that as long As Agamemnon in the van appears. His grandsire Cisseus. was Agamemnon seen." Thus he. and disappear'd. Who first oppos'd to Agamemnon stood. and dealing death among the ranks. Priam's son. but when tidings came . And in the front. But urge the rest undaunted to maintain The stubborn fight. Iphidamas. the Sire of Gods and men From Heav'n descended. But urge the rest undaunted to maintain The stubborn fight. and address'd him thus: "Hector. and to wife Gave him his daughter. to his car withdraw. Raging. ye Nine. From Ida's heights swift-footed Iris sped: Amid the horses and the well-fram'd cars The godlike Hector. but should Atrides. As to the ships shall bear him. ere the sun Decline. Stalwart and brave. sage as Jove In council. He from the battle keep himself aloof. thou son of Priam. Hither and thither passing through the ranks. and Darkness spread her hallowing shade. Back roll'd the tide. Say now. that as long As Agamemnon in the van appears. again they fac'd the Greeks: On th' other side the Greeks their masses form'd. Loud. on the topmost height Of Ida's spring-abounding hill he sat: And while his hand the lightning grasp'd.

Though bought with costly presents. Yet from the combat flinch'd he not. Through the mid arm. Mounting his car he bade his charioteer Drive to the ships. When near they drew. Iphidamas. And to the crowd of Greeks the trophies bore. first he gave A hundred steers. Keen anguish then Atrides' might subdued. then on his neck Let fall his sword. bitt'rest grief His eyes o'ershadow'd. then Iphidamas Beneath the breastplate. and with a lion's strength Wrench'd from his foeman's grasp. and slack'd his limbs in death. But loud and clear he shouted to the Greeks: "O friends. for sore his spirit was pain'd. struck off his head: So by Atrides' hand. and stanch'd the blood. Coon. Him Agamemnon of his arms despoil'd. But when Antenor's eldest-born beheld. to the shades were sent. from the marriage straight Embarking. like lead. ev'n upon the corpse Of dead Iphidamas. and slack'd his limbs in death. and promis'd thousands more Of sheep and goats from out his countless flocks. then with his pow'rful hand The monarch Agamemnon seiz'd the spear. Standing aside. unhappy he. Who rules o'er child-birth travail. for his brother's fate. away. But when the wound was dry. he held his furious course. There. he slept The iron sleep of death. the chiefs and councillors of Greece. striking on his belt. As when a woman in her labour-throes Sharp pangs encompass.Of Grecian warfare. Far from his virgin-bride. And as he drew the body tow'rd the crowd. That owned his sway. Yours be it now our sea-borne ships to guard: Since Jove. Invoking all the bravest to his aid. Who now confronted Atreus' godlike son. Was bent. Beneath the bossy shield the monarch thrust His brass-clad spear. falling in his country's cause. he struck him with his spear. And. these on Percote's shore He left. And drove right through the weapon's glitt'ring point. The point. with twelve beaked ships he sailed. Their doom accomplish'd. yet unpossess'd. Atrides miss'd his aim. with spear and sword. and came himself on foot to Troy. encounter'd by the silver fold. Then through the crowded ranks. through the day . unperceiv'd by Atreus' godlike son. beneath the elbow's bend. Strove with strong hand to drive the weapon home: Yet could not pierce the belt's close-plaited work. Antenor's sons. the Lord of counsel. th' observ'd of all men. Writh'd with the pain the mighty King of men. ev'n so keen The pangs that then Atrides' might subdued. And massive stones. And tow'rd him drew. nor quail'd: But grasping firm his weather-toughen'd spear On Coon rush'd. His spear diverging. Then near approaching. as by the feet he drew His father's son. by Lucina sent. While the hot blood was welling from his arm.

as when the west wind drives The clouds. the son of Tydeus. as he saw the King retire. But to the Trojans. son Of Clytus." He said. So thick and furious fell on hostile heads The might of Hector. These left they there. and then Autonous. son of Tydeus. and Opheltius." He said: and swiftly to the ships were driv'n His sleek-skinn'd coursers. who last. careering. and brave Hipponous.Wills not that I the battle should maintain. Say then. no more to share the fight. and still endure. call'd: "Why. The big waves heave and roll. quit ye now like men. Now had fearful deeds Been done. with dust their flanks. Through the left breast transfix'd: Ulysses' hand His charioteer. As from the field their wounded Lord they bore: But Hector. who first. the Cloud-compeller. the nameless crowd He scatter'd next. Before the clearing blast of Notus driv'n. and Greeks beside their ships had fall'n In shameful rout. True friend! if Hector of the glancing helm Our ships should capture. Agelas And Orus. and AEsumnus. wills the victory. Put forth your wonted valour. not to us. himself in front advanc'd. died. Then turning. now headlong on the Greeks Urge your swift steeds. the brave Molion. great were our disgrace. To Trojans and to Lycians call'd aloud: "Trojans and Lycians." Whom answer'd thus the valiant Diomed: "Beside thee will I stand. stand by me now. With foam their chests were fleck'd. spread confusion 'mid the crowd: As turn two boars upon the hunter's pack . Fell on the masses as a whirlwind falls. and battles with the hurricane. nothing loth they flew. and high aloft. and from his car Thymbraeus hurl'd. from the field Their bravest has withdrawn. Opites. Bent on high deeds." His words fresh courage rous'd in ev'ry breast: And as a hunter cheers his sharp-fang'd hounds On forest boar or lion. Whom Jove had will'd to crown with honour. should we thus relax Our warlike courage? come. Assaeus first. and Jove on me Great glory hath shed. stern as blood-stain'd Mars. The gale. Dolops. on the Greeks So cheer'd the valiant Trojans Priam's son. and endless honour gain. by Hector's hand. flings the ocean spray. But brief will be the term of our success. Illustrious Hector. All these the chiefs of Greece. had not Ulysses thus To Diomed. slew. and ye Dardans fam'd In close encounter. Lashing with furious sweep the dark-blue sea. Since Jove.

smote. if a guardian God I too may claim. and boldly meet the shock. o'er all In lore prophetic skill'd. and not in vain His arrow launch'd. but. he sprang. Yet backward Hector sprang amid the crowd. meanwhile from thee I turn. Phoebus. brass encount'ring brass." He said. the Trojans scatt'ring. by adverse fate impell'd to seek Their doom of death. of strength and life at once bereft. hurl'd his pond'rous spear. whereto to fly: But. with threat'ning spear. Stripp'd of their armour. Himself it reach'd not. the son of Paeon. hast thou escap'd. vile hound. From Hector flying. following up his spear. And not in vain. amid the clash of spears. Dardan's son. to whom. he. from his shoulders broad The buckler. Hector reviv'd. with a shout. but beside the stone That mark'd where men of old had rais'd a mound To Ilus. Thy doom was nigh. When Paris bent his bow. Attain'd from far the spot whereon he fell. and turn'd him of his arms to strip The son of Paeon. this mighty Hector. the ancient chief. three-plated. fair-hair'd Helen's Lord. falls: Yet stand we firm. and the helmet from his head. on Hector's head it struck His helmet's crest. These two. stay'd its force." He said. and mounting quick his car. And others seek on whom my hap may light. time again to breathe. and met his doom. Well mayst thou pray! We yet shall meet again. not unmov'd The valiant Diomed his coming saw. his stalwart hand Propp'd on the ground. Sons of Percotian Merops. Apollo's gift. Against the son of Tydeus bent his bow.With desp'rate courage. And on his knees he dropp'd. And to the rescue. while he himself Rush'd 'mid the throng on foot. But ere Tydides. for the visor'd helm. gave the Greeks. and bold Hyperochus. Thus Jove. and. The Trojan columns following. Tydides' dexter foot . Hector's quick glance athwart the files beheld. while Ulysses slew Hippodamus. from Ida's height beholding. Tydides cried: "Yet once again. He from the breast of brave Agastrophus Had stripp'd the corslet. Then with his spear Tydides through the loins Agastrophus. but thee thy God hath sav'd. Those two. No car had he at hand. his warning voice despis'd. Drove 'mid the crowd. and 'scap'd the doom of death Then thus. would fain at home Have kept them from the life-destroying war: But they. each party slaught'ring each. while darkness veil'd his eyes. turning so to bay. ill-advis'd. A car they seiz'd which bore two valiant chiefs. There crouching. Paris. The son of Tydeus. held His even scale. valiant Diomed. had in th' attendants' charge His horses left far off. When I shall end thee. poising. And thus bespoke Ulysses at his side: "On us this plague.

More than a woman or a puny child: A worthless coward's weapon hath no point. and through the shoulder. firmly still to stand. His children orphans. fearful though it be. Deiopites wounded: Thoon next He slew. by dogs and stalwart youths Attack'd. My spear is sharp. in act to quit his car. Alone Ulysses stood." To whom. Yet why. Wounded or wounding. As bleating goats upon a lion. and stood before him. and whets The tusks that gleam between his curved jaws. spearman bold. Red with his blood. As when a boar. yet 'twere worse Here to be caught alone. admit such thoughts as these? I know that cowards from the battle fly. Nought would avail thy arrows and thy bow: And now. and thus in tones of triumph cried: "Thou hast it! not in vain my shaft hath flown! Would that. Joyous he laugh'd. trusting to thy bow alone. and Saturn's son With panic fear the other Greeks hath fill'd. for pain weigh'd down his soul. deep buried in thy flank. His widow's cheeks are mark'd with scars of grief. rotting on the ground. and whom it strikes. from above. Thou mak'st thine empty boast: I heed thee not. my soul. he commun'd thus: "Me miserable! which way shall I choose? 'Twere ill indeed that I should turn to flight By hostile numbers daunted. . perturb'd. The Trojans. Sprang forth. and not by women paid. he. the valiant Diomed: "Poor archer. must learn.Right through it pierc'd." While in his mind and spirit thus he mus'd. his fun'ral rites By carrion birds. And. behind. and Ennomus. They crowd around. await his rush: So crowded round Ulysses. who now on thee with dread. whereat sharp anguish shot Through all his flesh. and from out his foot The arrow drew. of all the Greeks Not one beside him. and pinn'd it to the ground. and from his hiding place Sprang forth. he lies. Ulysses. Sat down protected. encircled him around. though ring his clatt'ring tusks. Drew near. 'Tis diff'rent far with me! though light it fall. Vile sland'rer and seducer! if indeed Thou durst in arms oppos'd to me to stand. look. it slays. because thy shaft hath graz'd my foot. all were panic-struck: Then with his spirit. the shelt'ring thicket leaves. and mounting on his car He bade his faithful charioteer in haste Drive to the ships." Thus while he spoke. And. to their harm. But he who boasts a warrior's name. Onward the buckler'd ranks of Trojans came. it touch'd Thy very life! so should our Trojans lose Their panic fear. then with his spear Chersidamas. he. dear to Jove. unmov'd. with brandish'd spear aloft.

From these he turn'd. in wiles Unwearied. sought to fly. when they saw Ulysses' blood. but Pallas seiz'd. loud as head of man Could bear. between the shoulder blades Was driv'n. and tear Thy mangled flesh. and thus To Ajax. And o'er his fall Ulysses. then forward sprang. And through the rich-wrought baldrick. Ulysses' spear Behind his neck. and wounded with his spear Charops. thus: "Socus. And in the stubborn fight cut off from aid. he spoke: "Ajax. For so 'twere best." Thus he: and Socus. he shouted thrice. Here hast thou found. and led the way. close he stood Before Ulysses. Ill-fated thou! nor sire's nor mother's hand Shall gather up thy bones. and Hades take thy soul. he.Thrust through the loins below his bossy shield: Prone in the dust. thy doom. was not to death. shalt make thy boast. and from the bossy shield. as he spoke. And back he drew." He said." From out his flesh. as though left alone. And as he drew it forth. and thus to Socus cried: "Ill-fated thou! thy doom hath found thee now. turning. Ulysses knew. I fear Great cause we Greeks may have to mourn his loss. and on the shield's broad circle struck: Through the bright shield the sturdy weapon drove. and thrice his shout The warlike Menelaus heard. as in arms. Brave though he be. Shall I obtain. to aid His brother. thou son of warlike Hippasus. he drew. The spear of Socus. thund'ring he fell. and through his chest." He spoke. Me hast thou hinder'd from the war awhile. Or by my spear thyself shalt lose thy life. methinks I hear the voice Of stout Ulysses. retiring. shouted loud To call his comrades. two mighty warriors slain. And of their armour spoil'd. the godlike chief . godlike Socus. from the ribs Tearing the flesh away. the high-born Socus' brother. But as he turn'd him round. The Trojans. for me. By Trojans overmaster'd. whene'er I die The sons of Greece will build my fun'ral pile. And turn'd it from the vital parts aside. Haste we then. With anguish keen. thou Heav'n-born son of Telamon. to give him present aid. of thee subdued. This day I doom: great glory. he clutch'd the blood-stain'd soil. standing by his side. out gush'd his blood. with clam'rous shouts advanc'd Promiscuous. but carrion birds O'er thee shall flap their baleful wings. son Of Hippasus. yet left alone. Great chief of men. thou this day o'er both the sons Of Hippasus. But thee to swift destruction and dark death. The wound. vaunting. nor couldst escape. and address'd him thus: "Far-fam'd Ulysses.

nothing loth. sage in council. with practis'd hand. tow'rd the Grecian ships. to Nestor then Idomeneus address'd his speech. As was his purpose. he. Machaon quell'd: For him the warrior Greeks were sore afraid Lest he." He said: Gerenian Nestor at the word Mounted his car. Till his attendant with his car drew near. Yet had the Greeks ev'n so their ground maintain'd. press'd The Trojans. While with supporting arm from out the crowd The warlike Menelaus led him forth. spear in hand. and with thee take Machaon. Till. The jackals seize their victim. The skilful leech. Next Pyrasus he smote. and beside him stood. as back the line of battle roll'd. And many a blighted oak. pride of Greece. and Pandocus. and Pylartes. O'erthrowing men and horses. then if chance A hungry lion pass. To Hector then Cebriones. many and brave. that from the hills Pours down its wintry torrent on the plain. But godlike Paris. and healing drugs apply. Rose. sage AEsculapius' son: He touch'd his horses. yet while his blood was warm And limbs yet serv'd. though unknown To Hector. Hither and thither then the Trojans fled. So round Ulysses. the jackals shrink In terror back. with a three-barb'd shaft. worth many a life is his. the fatal hour. royal Priam's bastard son. to the sea So swept illustrious Ajax o'er the plain. irrepressible. with piles of drift-wood. they flew. As in the front he fought. with his tow'r-like shield before him borne. fair-hair'd Helen's Lord. Surrounded by the Trojan host they found. With spear and car. Through the right shoulder. who saw . Then Ajax. Where round great Nestor and the warlike King Idomeneus. on the Trojans springing. that from an archer's hand Hath taken hurt. dear to Jove. while he devours the prey. Lysander. But when the fatal shaft has drain'd his strength. yet nobly he Averted. T' extract the shaft. As hungry jackals on the mountain side Around a stag. who knows. the battle cry. Machaon at his side. as a stream. son of Neleus. upon Scamander's banks Was warring on the field's extremest left. 'mid these. The skilful leech. Hector. slew Doryclus.Follow'd his steps: Ulysses. has baffled his pursuit. tow'rd the vessels urge with speed The flying steeds. while men were falling fast. Haste thee to mount thy car. Swoll'n by the rains of Heav'n. Thirsting for blood. Appear'd great Ajax. was working wondrous deeds. routing th' opposed youth. Might to the foe be left. beneath the forest shade. and said: "O Nestor. and many a pine It bears.

Still thrusting at his shield. trembling. and spear. like some beast of prey. on th' other side. and with the pliant lash he touch'd The sleek-skinn'd horses. our friends In strange confusion mingled. and baulk'd him of his prey. and many. the battle cry. Foot slowly following foot.Confus'd the Trojans' right. his sev'nfold shield He threw behind his back. he still th' attempt renews. were in their flight receiv'd On his broad shield. Reluctant. Upon whose sides had many a club been broke. and pond'rous stones he rush'd. and said: "Hector. light they bore The flying car. Yet drive him out. and ent'ring in. hold in check The Trojan host. On the rich forage grazes. O'erpow'rs his boyish guides. horse and man. Between the Greeks and Trojans. fearing for the ships of Greece. and the rails Around the car. . Rav'ning for flesh. But still in vain: for many a jav'lin. aghast he stood. Watching all night. all beneath Was plash'd with blood the axle. The son of Telamon. were thrown The bloody gouts. I know him well. fell midway on the plain. a stubborn ass. Till. With sword. But shunn'd the might of Ajax Telamon. with the dawn. gaz'd Upon the crowd. And blazing faggots." He said. then turn again to flight. And the broad shield that o'er his shoulders hangs. as from the horses' feet. while the boys Their cudgels ply. we here. Thither direct we then our car. before them drove: Yet would he sometimes. reluctant he retreat: So from before the Trojans Ajax turn'd. then through the rest. Fix'd in the ground. on th' outskirts of the field. that his courage daunt. Midway between the Trojans and the Greeks He stood defiant. springing at the sound. where most In mutual slaughter horse and foot engage. many jav'lins. O'erpow'r the Greeks. among them Ajax spreads dismay. As when the rustic youths and dogs have driv'n A tawny lion from the cattle fold. with ease: Ev'n so great Ajax. when fully fed. in vain athirst for blood. uncheck'd. o'er bodies of the slain And broken bucklers trampling. hurl'd By vig'rous arms. then. yet on he sped. As near a field of corn. and. reluctant turn'd. but vain their puny strength. drew near. confronts him to his face. The valiant Trojans and their fam'd Allies. His spear awhile withheld. and break th' opposing ranks. Yet barring still the passage to the ships. high thron'd. to join The strife of men. hurl'd By vig'rous arms. His coming spread confusion 'mid the Greeks. And from the felloes of the wheels. Are driv'n. rallying. But Jove. the soul of Ajax fill'd With fear. son of Telamon. And loudest swells. ere they reach'd Their living mark.

Then on his friend Patroclus from the ship He call'd aloud. and from the doom of death Great Ajax save. As Mars majestic. replied: "Son of Menoetius. like blazing fire." He said: obedient to his friend's command. withdrew. And his right thigh transfix'd. Phausias' noble son." Thus spoke the wounded hero: round him they With sloping shields and spears uplifted stood: Ajax to meet them came. and aid The mighty Ajax. and forth. Against Eurypylus he bent his bow. And to the Greeks with piercing shout he call'd: "O friends. Patroclus. So insupportable is now their need. While on the beach they fac'd the cooling breeze. Quick to the tents and ships Patroclus ran. Below the midriff through the liver struck. from the battle field Whom brings he wounded: looking from behind Most like he seem'd to AEsculapius' son. drench'd with sweat. He 'mid his friends. Euaemon's noble son. the injur'd limb Disabling. dearest to my soul. Which from their garments dried the sweat. the chiefs and councillors of Greece. yet bravely stand. the lamentable rout. and mark'd them where he stood Upon his lofty vessel's prow. Soon. Bore Nestor and Machaon from the field. hard press'd by hostile spears: Scarce can I hope he may escape with life The desp'rate fight. son of Telamon. escaping death. and watch'd The grievous toil. They. and as he stoop'd From Apisaon's corpse to strip his arms. Turn yet again. Achilles saw. hard press'd by thick-thrown spears. Eurymedon The old man's mares unharness'd from the car. again he turn'd to bay.Him thus. But haste thee now. . Machaon. So rag'd. Peleus' son?" To whom Achilles. when they reach'd the tent of Neleus' son. And straight relax'd in sudden death his limbs. He hasten'd up. Forth sprang Eurypylus to seize the spoils: But godlike Paris saw. and when he reach'd The friendly ranks. in the wound the arrow broke. And Apisaon. but his face I could not see. So swiftly past the eager horses flew. swift of foot. then turn'd. and aim'd his glitt'ring spear. from the tent he came: (That day commenc'd his evil destiny) And thus Menoetius' noble son began: "Why call'st thou me? what wouldst thou. he heard his voice. And in the tent on easy seats repos'd. must the suppliant Greeks before me kneel. Descended to the ground. beheld Eurypylus. dear to Jove: Enquire of Nestor. Meanwhile the mares of Neleus. the furious fight.

In our despite. where no blame is due. And took him by the hand. a cup. with golden studs adorn'd: Four were its handles. valiant as he is. and pure barley meal: By these a splendid goblet. and with feet of solid bronze. In this. As when about a cattle-lifting raid We fought th' Eleans. by arrow or by spear Sore wounded. from off the battle field: Achilles. Daughter of great Arsinous. I must my message bear Back to Achilles. . their sagest councillor. for he both awe and fear Commands. Pierc'd by a shaft. And here another. her from Tenedos. reliev'd the parching thirst. Scarce might another move it from the board. And of the draught compounded bade them drink. Diomed. who hither sent me to enquire What wounded man thou hast. the son of brave Hyperochus. And onions. Shot by a bow. the while For Grecian woes nor care nor pity feels. their goddess-like attendant first A gen'rous measure mix'd of Pramnian wine: Then with a brazen grater shredded o'er The goatsmilk cheese." To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: "Whence comes Achilles' pity for the Greeks By Trojan weapons wounded? knows he not What depth of suff'ring through the camp prevails? How in the ships. but aged Nestor rais'd with ease. When by Achilles ta'en. whom but now I bring. but he. When full. and led him in. refusing. Well polish'd. there Itymoneus I slew. O that such youth and vigour yet were mine. And pale clear honey. and from his seat arose. Eurypylus By a sharp arrow through the thigh transfix'd.For them the fair-hair'd Hecamede mix'd A cordial potion. thou venerable sire! I must not stay. his people's guard. With mutual converse entertain'd the hour. And we be singly slain? not mine is now The strength I boasted once of active limbs. whom the Greeks On him. I need not ask. are burnt by hostile fires. and whitest barley meal. as a relish to the wine. They drank. and then. and round each two doves Appear'd to feed. And Agamemnon's self. Before them first a table fair she spread. and thou know'st thyself. said: "No seat for me. how stern his mood: Nay sometimes blames he. until our ships beside the sea. Waits he. at either end. Before the gate divine Patroclus stood: The old man saw. all our best and bravest lie? The valiant son of Tydeus. I know Machaon well. My errand done. Thou venerable sire. the old man brought. Ulysses by a spear. bestow'd. And bade him sit. On this a brazen canister she plac'd. which from home Th' old man had brought.

Twelve gallant sons had Neleus. with. them the Molion twins. Abundant store of plunder from the plain We drove: of horned cattle fifty herds. and his acts. And thrice so many golden-chesnut mares. intent To raze its walls. untutor'd in the arts of war. He sought to guard the herd. That I. with their cars. Alpheus' sacred stream. Yet so. . Encamp'd. Th' old man his words resenting. though new to war. We reach'd. Far off. and num'rous flock Of sheep. Deeming me yet unripe for deeds of war. As many flocks of sheep. King of men. Such wrongs we few in Pylos had sustain'd. is a lofty mound. and to the Gods Due off'rings made. by Pallas' grace A name I gain'd above our noblest horse. albeit on foot. th' Epeians treated us With insult. Hard by Arene. Back in all haste. the Pylian horse. Collected thus. and much it gladden'd Neleus' heart. Whence over-proud. But eager all for fight. and bade us all prepare for war. When Pallas from Olympus' heights came down In haste. These we dispos'd of soon. for to him Large compensation was from Elis due. but me. The might of Hercules in former years Had storm'd our town. horse and foot. in numbers. Large spoils retain'd. and all our bravest slain. and bade the drivers home return. with their shepherds. Our foes return'd. To Pylos. and high-handed violence. I of these Alone was left. but from my hand A jav'lin struck him in the foremost ranks: He fell. by troops of footmen quickly join'd. the clear-voic'd heralds call'd For all to whom from Elis debts were due. Neleus' city. as many wide-spread herds of goats. and e'en my horses hid. but when the third day rose. that none might lose his portion due. Yet boys. such prize had won. these we drove By night. The city of Thryum.Who dwelt in Elis. and grieving for their horses' loss. When morn appear'd. all in arms. The plain already they had overspread. th' old man selected for himself. Detain'd. by midday. by Alpheus' banks. the Pylians' leading men Division made: for Elis ow'd us much. A herd of oxen now. th' extremest verge Of sandy Pylos. On no unwilling ears her message fell. as many droves Of swine. expecting morn. and terror seiz'd the rustic crowd. He for the Tripod at th' Elean games Had sent to run. which around. Train'd to the course. their army was encamp'd. Thence in all haste advancing. The foals of many running with their dams. the rest among the crowd He shar'd. Three hundred. flowing to the sea. to arm Neleus forbade. There is a river. and my booty drove. these Augeas. Minyis by name. the others all were gone. four horses. Bootless. Where we.

rushing to his car. there Pallas bade us turn. Mulius. Throughout Achaia's fertile lands to raise The means of war. I first a warrior slew. blue-ey'd Maid. remorse shall touch his soul. of Nestor. who all the virtues knew Of each medicinal herb the wide world grows. and Laertes' godlike son. Slaying. the Molions. Dear friend. for close beside us lay Th' Epeians.There. The yellow-hair'd. While in the court-yard aged Peleus slew. Stay'd we our steeds. and bit the bloody dust. To Pallas. withdrawn them from the field. two men in each Fell to my spear. when from Phthian land He sent thee forth to Agamemnon's aid: I. and seiz'd his car. when the Greeks Have perish'd all. and Alesium. I slew. Then saw they mighty deeds of war display'd. on the town's destruction bent. Achilles rose. Now to himself alone Achilles keeps His valour. within. as on he came. For o'er the wide-spread plain we held pursuit. a heifer fair. to the well-built house Of Peleus we on embassy had come. With food and wine recruited. of Jove. Stood 'mid the foremost ranks. as sunlight overspread the earth. And to the Lord of thunder offer'd up A fatten'd steer. Chief of their horsemen. To Jove and Pallas praying. as 'mid Gods. th' Epeians brave Fled diverse. His eldest daughter's husband. Dispensing all the hospitable rites. and urg'd ye both to join the war: . and left. when they saw their champion fall. Nor till corn-clad Buprasium. magnifying all the name. We two. With the dark whirlwind's force. battle gave. Veil'd in thick cloud. yet hereafter. remember now th' injunctions giv'n By old Menoetius. Agamede. Then Actor's sons. and bade us sit. their mighty sire. with my brass-tipp'd spear. Heard all his counsel. 'Mid men. Bold spearman. Menoetius there we found. foremost in the fight. Achilles. I began My speech. I onward rush'd. Had not th' Earth-shaking God. Augeas' son-in-law. And took us by the hand. And each in arms upon the river's brink Lay down to rest. Such once was I 'mid men. the Greeks Back from Buprasium drove their flying cars To Pylos. For we. while yet I was. But when the Pylians and th' Epeians met. to o'erruling Jove our off'rings made. Stood at the gate. To Alpheus and to Neptune each a bull. and thyself within the house. Then Jove great glory to the Pylians gave. In order'd ranks we took our ev'ning meal. while ye were busied with the flesh. had I slain. And fifty cars I took. and gath'ring up the scatter'd arms. term'd the Mound. There the last man I slew. I. surpris'd. he fell. Him. and from a golden bowl O'er the burnt-off'ring pour'd the ruddy wine. and the rock Olenian.

Glut with your flesh the rav'ning dogs of Troy? Yet tell me this. 'Achilles is by birth above thee far. far from friends and native home. and stir his soul. Scar'd by his likeness. But save me now. and from the wound With tepid water cleanse the clotted blood: . If haply he will hear thee." Thus he. But. let him send thee forth With all his force of warlike Myrmidons. Or message by his Goddess-mother brought From Jove. halting from the battle-field. obey. worn and battle-wearied men. Euaemon's Heav'n-born son. but all must perish by their ships: For in the ships lie all our bravest late. But if the fear of evil prophesied. ye with ease may drive To their own city. Patroclus' spirit within him burn'd. he in strength Surpasses thee. hour by hour. And tow'rd Achilles' tent in haste he sped.Nor were ye loth to go. Heav'n-born Eurypylus. To thee this counsel gave: 'My son. There met him. Eurypylus. The Trojans. restrain him. Then let him bid thee to the battle bear His glitt'ring arms. Where was the Council and the Justice-seat. for little pause has yet been theirs. Eurypylus: "No source. and lead me to the ships. have the Greeks. Actor's son. by Trojan hands. Of aid. Still do the Greeks 'gainst Hector's giant force Make head? or fall they. much sage advice Your elders gave. And fiercer. but thou hast let His counsel slip thy mem'ry. to his good.' "Such were the old man's words. Shot through the thigh. may forsake the field. And where were built the altars of the Gods. and surpass His comrades all. yet firm was still his soul. Thou art in years the elder. That thou mayst be the saving light of Greece. and who knows But by the grace of Heav'n thou mayst prevail? For great is oft a friend's persuasive pow'r.' he said. Toil-worn. their onset grows. Menoetius' noble son with pity saw. Heav'n-born Patroclus. yet ev'n now Speak to Achilles thus. he will. Menoetius. his head and shoulders dank With clammy sweat. and advise And guide him. do thou with prudent words And timely speech address him. vanquish'd by his spear?" To whom with prudent speech. old Peleus bade his son To aim at highest honours. And deeply sorrowing thus address'd the chief: "Woe for the chiefs and councillors of Greece! And must ye. running. There cut the arrow out. while from his grievous wound Stream'd the dark blood. By spear or arrow struck. Fresh and unwearied. if so the men of Troy. as Ulysses' ship he pass'd. And breathing-time afford the sons of Greece. from our ships and tents.

Then. and round it dug the ditch." He said. and manage the attack on foot. . th' attendant saw. Patroclus. justest of the Centaurs. Polydamas endeavours to withdraw them again. Sarpedon makes the first breach in the wall: Hector also. with his dagger. For Podalirius and Machaon both. ARGUMENT. But to the Gods no hecatombs had paid. THE BATTLE AT THE GRECIAN WALL. and from the wound With tepid water cleans'd the clotted blood. Which from Achilles. the wound was dried. Sent by Gerenian Nestor. and passing his supporting hand Beneath his breast.Then soothing drugs apply. 'tis said. thou. Nor longer might the ditch th' assault repel. from the thigh Cut out the biting shaft. and continues the attack. Nor the broad wall above. which all his pain Allay'd. With tidings to Achilles. of healing pow'r. casting a stone of a vast size. prop of Greece. who victoriously pursue the Grecians even to their ships. Thus o'er the wounded chief Eurypylus Watch'd in his tent Menoetius' noble son. but it proving impossible to pass the ditch. the wounded warrior led Within the tent. The other on the plain still dares the fight. begin the assault. he. What must I do? a messenger am I. pounded in his hands. yet ev'n so I will not leave thee in this weary plight. Himself requiring sore the leech's aid. The Trojans follow his counsel. This Hector opposes. after many actions. BOOK XII. and stanch'd the blood. brave Eurypylus. and having divided their army into five bodies of foot. The Greeks having retired into their entrenchments. then as he lay reclin'd. hast learn'd. in which. a root applied Astringent. Polydamas advises to quit their chariots." To whom again Menoetius' noble son: "How may this be? say. Our leeches. and spread The ox-hide couch. forces open one of the gates. one lies wounded in the tents. To guard their ships. anodyne. But upon the signal of an eagle with a serpent in his talons. which appeared on the left hand of the Trojans. which Greeks had built. and enters at the head of his troops. From Chiron. But hand to hand the Greeks and Trojans fought. Hector attempts to force them.

And a whole race of warrior demigods: These all Apollo to one channel turn'd. to repel th' invading foes. or lion. Rhodius. and frequent shoot their darts. By Hector scar'd. while Neptune's self. o'er all the shore he spread A sandy drift. amid the crowd. Then Neptune and Apollo counsel took To sap the wall by aid of all the streams That seaward from the heights of Ida flow. in future days. Of Greeks. Turns on his foes. and Heptaporus. Such were. when some were slain. where'er He makes his rush. in his pride of strength. to valiant Hector spoke: "Hector. And Jove sent rain continuous. the circling ranks give way: So Hector. While Hector liv'd. Rhesus. easy nor to leap nor cross: For steep arose on either side the banks. for the wide ditch Withheld them. and Simois. Scamander's stream divine. Scarce might a horse. fought. Laborious. And frequent clatter'd on the turrets' beams The hostile missiles: by the scourge of Jove Subdued. embark'd. Who with the whirlwind's force. His trident in his hand. which there the sons of Greece Had planted. and Peleus' son his wrath Retain'd. and all ye other chiefs of Troy. that the wall Might sooner be submerg'd. swift he turns. Now by fast-flowing Hellespont dispers'd. but meanwhile Fierce rag'd the battle round the firm-built wall. some yet surviv'd. to be the works Of Neptune and Apollo. fell minister of Dread. but firm he stands With suicidal courage. and Priam's city untaken stood. against the will of Heav'n The work was done. snorting. with logs and stones. by the Greeks. Where best to break the circling ranks. but on foot they burn'd To make th' attempt. Granicus. and thence not long endur'd. Urg'd his companions on to cross the ditch: The fiery steeds shrank back. Where helms and shields lay buried in the sand. Caresus. had ta'en their homeward way. as ever. by dogs and hunters circled round. Nine days against the wall the torrent beat. The wall destroy'd. Nor yet his spirit quails. When the tenth year had seen the fall of Troy. Thick-set and strong. So long the Grecian wall remain'd entire: But of the Trojans when the best had fall'n. and thus Polydamas. led on the stream. and. stood Upon the topmost brink. Washing away the deep foundations. As when. Approaching near. while they in close array Stand opposite. here and there. and AEsepus. And Greeks. and bade the streams return To where of old their silver waters flow'd. A boar. laid. the Greeks beside their ships were hemm'd. Essay the passage. with well-wheel'd car attach'd. .That they the ships and all the stores within Might safely keep. And at the top with sharpen'd stakes were crown'd.

the third By Helenus. unconscious! from before those ships. his counsel pleas'd. for Hector left. Escap'd from death. press on where Hector leads. and them behind Is built the Grecian wall. the noble Hector when they saw. and for his comrades chose Asteropaeus. These. one of lesser note. these o'er all the rest he held Pre-eminent in valour. refus'd His horses and his charioteer to leave. high-thund'ring. the Greeks. With them advancing to assail the ships. Hard by Arisba. fall before their ships. Round Hector throng'd. With eager step advanc'd. who brought His tow'ring fiery steeds from Selles' stream. And Hector sprang. from off his car. If it be indeed The will of Jove. and Acamas. the son of Hyrtacus. and brave Deiphobus. Such were our loss. to confound The Greeks in utter rout. Hear then my counsel. Delay'd the other chiefs.And brave Allies. 'tis hard to cross. and fight beside the ships. interlac'd their shields of tough bull's-hide. stout AEneas led The fourth. The best and bravest. Asius. with their sev'ral chiefs. Anchises' son. Asius was the third. there to descend And from our cars in narrow space to fight Were certain ruin. save himself. Of the far-fam'd Allies. To guard the horses. Antenor's sons. Two sons of Priam. and hurried down the ditch." Thus spoke Polydamas. Both skill'd alike in ev'ry point of war. and the warlike might Of Glaucus. will make no stand. unresisting. and deem'd the Greeks Would. form'd in order of attack. then gave command Each to his own attendant. The other Trojans and renown'd Allies The words of wise Polydamas obey'd: But Asius. Sarpedon held The chief command. Then parting. 'Tis crown'd with pointed stakes. In five divisions. they who long'd the most To storm the wall. son of Hyrtacus. If that their doom be nigh. that scarce a messenger Would live to bear the tidings to the town Of our destruction by the rallied Greeks. With them Cebriones. Agenor. by the ditch To keep the chariots all in due array. and bold Polydamas. and ourselves on foot. The nest division was by Paris led. But should they turn. with horses and with car . Nor long. and we again be driv'n Back from the ships. in arms. let us all agree With our attendants here upon the bank To leave our horses. Who o'er them all superior stood confess'd. and Alcathous. I should rejoice that ev'ry Greek forthwith Far from his home should fill a nameless grave. All arm'd. in vain we seek to drive Our horses o'er the ditch. and us to aid. Archilochus With him. Blind fool.

Triumphant, to the breezy heights of Troy He never shall return; ill-omen'd fate O'ershadowing, dooms him by the spear to fall Of brave Idomeneus, Deucalion's son. He tow'rd the left inclin'd, what way the Greeks With horse and chariot from the plain return'd. That way he drove his horses; and the gates Unguarded found by bolt or massive bar. Their warders held them open'd wide, to save Perchance some comrade, flying from the plain. Thither he bent his course; with clamours loud Follow'd his troops; nor deem'd they that the Greeks Would hold their ground, but fall amid their ships. Little they knew; before the gates they found Two men, two warriors of the prime, two sons Illustrious of the spear-skill'd Lapithae: Stout Polypoetes one, Pirithous' son, With whom Leonteus, bold as blood-stain'd Mars: So stood these two before the lofty gates, As on the mountain side two tow'ring oaks, Which many a day have borne the wind and storm, Firm rifted by their strong continuous roots: So in their arms and vigour confident Those two great Asius' charge, undaunted, met. On th' other side, with, shouts and wild uproar, Their bull's-hide shields uplifted high, advanc'd Against the well-built wall, Asius the King, Iamenus, Orestes, Acamas The son of Asius, and OEnomaus, And Thoon; those within to save the ships Calling meanwhile on all the well-greav'd Greeks; But when they saw the wall by Trojans scal'd, And heard the cry of Greeks in panic fear, Sprang forth those two, before the gates to fight. As when two boars, upon the mountain side, Await th' approaching din of men and dogs, Then sideways rushing, snap the wood around, Ripp'd from the roots; loud clash their clatt'ring tusks, Till to the huntsman's spear they yield their lives; So clatter'd on those champions' brass-clad breasts The hostile weapons; stubbornly they fought, Relying on their strength, and friends above: For from the well-built tow'rs huge stones were hurl'd By those who for themselves, their tents and ships, Maintain'd defensive warfare; thick they fell, As wintry snow-flakes, which the boist'rous wind, Driving the shadowy clouds, spreads fast and close O'er all the surface of the fertile earth: So thick, from Grecian and from Trojan hands, The weapons flew; on helm and bossy shield With grating sound the pond'rous masses rang. Then deeply groaning, as he smote his thigh Thus spoke dismay'd the son of Hyrtacus: "O Father Jove, how hast thou lov'd our hopes To falsify, who deem'd not that the Greeks Would stand our onset, and resistless arms! But they, as yellow-banded wasps, or bees, That by some rocky pass have built their nests, Abandon not their cavern'd home, but wait Th' attack, and boldly for their offspring fight;

So from the gates these two, though two alone, Retire not, till they be or ta'en or slain." He said: but Jove regarded not his words; So much on Hector's triumph he was bent. Like battle rag'd round th' other gates; but hard It were for me, with godlike pow'r, to paint Each sev'ral combat; for around the wall A more than human storm of stone was pour'd On ev'ry side; the Greeks, hard press'd, perforce Fought for their ships, while all the Gods look'd on Indignant, who the Grecian cause upheld. Fiercely the Lapithae sustain'd the war: Stout Polypoetes first, Pirithous' son, Smote, through the brass-cheek'd helmet, Damasus; Nor stay'd the brazen helm the spear, whose point Went crashing through the bone, that all the brain Was shatter'd; onward as he rush'd, he fell. Then Pylon next, and Ormenus he slew: Meantime Leonteus, scion true of Mars, Struck with unerring spear Hippomachus, Son of Antimachus, below the waist; Then, drawing from the sheath his trenchant sword, Dash'd through the crowd, and hand to hand he smote Antiphates; he, backward, fell to earth. Menon, Iamenus, Orestes next, In quick succession to the ground he brought. From these while they their glitt'ring armour stripp'd, Round Hector throng'd, and bold Polydamas, The bravest and the best, who long'd the most To storm the wall, and burn with fire the ships. Yet on the margin of the ditch they paus'd; For, as they sought to cross, a sign from Heav'n Appear'd, to leftward of th' astonish'd crowd; A soaring eagle in his talons bore A dragon, huge of size, of blood-red hue, Alive, and breathing still, nor yet subdued; For twisting backward through the breast he pierc'd His bearer, near the neck; he, stung with pain, Let fall his prey, which dropp'd amid the crowd; Then screaming, on the blast was borne away. The Trojans, shudd'ring, in their midst beheld The spotted serpent, dire portent of Jove: Then to bold Hector thus Polydamas: "Hector, in council thou reprov'st me oft For good advice; it is not meet, thou say'st, That private men should talk beside the mark, In council or in war, but study still Thine honour to exalt; yet must I now Declare what seems to me the wisest course: Let us not fight the Greeks beside their ships; For thus I read the future, if indeed To us, about to cross, this sign from Heav'n Was sent, to leftward of th' astonish'd crowd: A soaring eagle, bearing in his claws A dragon, huge of size, of blood-red hue, Alive; yet dropp'd him ere he reach'd his home, Nor to his nestlings bore th' intended prey: So we, e'en though our mighty strength should break The gates and wall, and put the Greeks to rout,

By the same road not scatheless should return, But many a Trojan on the field should leave, Slain by the Greeks, while they their ships defend. So would a seer, well vers'd in augury, Worthy of public credit, read this sign." To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm Replied, with stern regard: "Polydamas, This speech of thine is alien to my soul: Thy better judgment better counsel knows. But if in earnest such is thine advice, Thee of thy senses have the Gods bereft, Who fain wouldst have us disregard the word And promise by the nod of Jove confirm'd, And put our faith in birds' expanded wings; Little of these I reck, nor care to look, If to the right, and tow'rd the morning sun, Or to the left, and shades of night, they fly. Put we our trust in Jove's eternal will, Of mortals and Immortals King supreme. The best of omens is our country's cause. Why shouldst thou tremble at the battle strife? Though ev'ry Trojan else were doom'd to die Beside the ships, no fear lest thou shouldst fall: Unwarlike is thy soul, nor firm of mood: But if thou shrink, or by thy craven words Turn back another Trojan from the fight, My spear shall take the forfeit of thy life." This said, he led the way; with joyous shouts They follow'd all; then Jove, the lightning's Lord, From Ida's heights a storm of wind sent down, Driving the dust against the Grecian ships; Which quell'd their courage, and to Hector gave, And to the Trojans, fresh incitement; they, On their own strength, and heav'nly signs relying, Their force address'd to storm the Grecian wall. They raz'd the counterscarp, the battlements Destroy'd; and the projecting buttresses, Which, to sustain the tow'rs, the Greeks had fix'd Deep in the soil, with levers undermin'd. These once withdrawn, they hop'd to storm the wall; Nor from the passage yet the Greeks withdrew, But closely fencing with their bull's-hide shields The broken battlements, they thence hurl'd down A storm of weapons on the foe beneath. Commanding from the tow'r in ev'ry place Were seen th' Ajaces, urging to the fight, Imploring these, and those in sterner tones Rebuking, who their warlike toil relax'd. "Friends, Grecians all, ye who excel in war, And ye of mod'rate or inferior strength, Though all are not with equal pow'rs endued, Yet here is work for all! bear this in mind, Nor tow'rd the ships let any turn his face, By threats dismay'd; but forward press, and each Encourage each, if so the lightning's Lord, Olympian Jove, may grant us to repel, And backward to his city chase the foe."

Thus they, with cheering words, sustain'd the war: Thick as the snow-flakes on a wintry day, When Jove, the Lord of counsel, down on men His snow-storm sends, and manifests his pow'r: Hush'd are the winds; the flakes continuous fall, That the high mountain tops, and jutting crags, And lotus-cover'd meads are buried deep, And man's productive labours of the field; On hoary Ocean's beach and bays they lie, Th' approaching waves their bound; o'er all beside Is spread by Jove the heavy veil of snow. So thickly new the stones from either side, By Greeks on Trojans hurl'd, by these on Greeks; And clatter'd loud through all its length the wall. Nor yet the Trojans, though by Hector led, The gates had broken, and the massive bar, But Jove against the Greeks sent forth his son Sarpedon, as a lion on a herd: His shield's broad orb before his breast he bore, Well-wrought, of beaten brass, which th' arm'rer's hand Had beaten out, and lin'd with stout bull's-hide; With golden rods, continuous, all around; He thus equipp'd, two jav'lins brandishing, Strode onward, as a lion, mountain-bred, Whom, fasting long, his dauntless courage leads To assail the flock, though in well-guarded fold; And though the shepherds there he find, prepar'd With dogs and lances to protect the sheep, Not unattempted will he leave the fold; But, springing to the midst, he bears his prey In triumph thence; or in the onset falls, Wounded by jav'lins hurl'd by stalwart hands: So, prompted by his godlike courage, burn'd Sarpedon to assail the lofty wall, And storm the ramparts; and to Glaucus thus, Son of Hippolochus, his speech address'd: "Whence is it, Glaucus, that in Lycian land We two at feasts the foremost seats may claim, The largest portions, and the fullest cups? Why held as Gods in honour? why endow'd With ample heritage, by Xanthus' banks, Of vineyard, and of wheat producing land? Then by the Lycians should we not be seen The foremost to affront the raging fight? So may our well-arm'd Lycians make their boast; 'To no inglorious Kings we Lycians owe Allegiance; they on richest viands feed; Of luscious flavour drink the choicest wine; But still their valour brightest shows; and they, Where Lycians war, are foremost in the fight!' O friend! if we, survivors of this war, Could live, from age and death for ever free, Thou shouldst not see me foremost in the fight, Nor would I urge thee to the glorious field: But since on man ten thousand forms of death Attend, which none may 'scape, then on, that we May glory on others gain, or they on us!"

Thus he; nor Glaucus from his bidding shrank; And forward straight they led the Lycian pow'rs. Menestheus, son of Peteus, with dismay Observ'd their movement; for on his command, Inspiring terror, their attack was made. He look'd around him to the Grecian tow'rs, If any chief might there be found, to save His comrades from destruction; there he saw, Of war insatiable, th' Ajaces twain; And Teucer, from the tent but newly come, Hard by; nor yet could reach them with his voice; Such was the din, such tumult rose to Heav'n, From clatt'ring shields, and horsehair-crested helms, And batter'd gates, now all at once assail'd: Before them fiercely strove th' assaulting bands To break their way: he then Thootes sent, His herald, to th' Ajaces, craving aid. "Haste thee, Thootes, on th' Ajaces call, Both, if it may be; so we best may hope To 'scape the death, which else is near at hand; So fierce the pressure of the Lycian chiefs, Undaunted now, as ever, in the fight. But if they too are hardly press'd, at least Let Ajax, son of Telamon, be spar'd, And with him Teucer, skilled to draw the bow." He said; the herald heard, and straight obey'd; Along the wall, where stood the brass-clad Greeks, He ran, and standing near th' Ajaces, said: "Ajaces, leaders of the brass-clad Greeks, The son of Heav'n-born Peteus craves your aid. To share awhile the labours of his guard; Both, if it may be; so he best may hope To 'scape the death, which else is near at hand: So fierce the pressure of the Lycian chiefs, Undaunted now, as ever, in the fight. But if ye too are hardly press'd, at least Let Ajax, son of Telamon, be spar'd, And with him Teucer, skill'd to draw the bow." He said: the mighty son of Telamon Consenting, thus addresss'd Oileus' son: "Ajax, do thou and valiant Lyeomede Exhort the Greeks the struggle to maintain; While I go yonder, to affront the war, To aid their need, and back return in haste." Thus saying, Ajax Telamon set forth, And with him Teucer went, his father's son, While by Pandion Teucer's bow was borne. At brave Menestheus' tow'r, within the wall, Arriv'd, sore press'd they found the garrison; For like a whirlwind on the ramparts pour'd The Lycians' valiant councillors and chiefs. They quickly join'd the fray, and loud arose The battle-cry; first Ajax Telamon Sarpedon's comrade, brave Epicles, slew, Struck by a rugged stone, within the wall Which lay, the topmost of the parapet,

Of size prodigious; which with both his hands A man in youth's full vigour scarce could raise, As men are now; he lifted it on high, And downward hurl'd; the four-peak'd helm it broke, Crushing the bone, and shatt'ring all the skull; He, like a diver, from the lofty tow'r Fell headlong down, and life forsook his bones, Teucer, meanwhile, from off the lofty wall The valiant Glaucus, pressing to the fight, Struck with an arrow, where he saw his arm Unguarded; he no longer brook'd the fray; Back from the wall he sprang, in hopes to hide From Grecian eyes his wound, that none might see, And triumph o'er him with insulting words. With grief Sarpedon saw his friend withdraw, Yet not relax'd his efforts; Thestor's son, Alcmaon, with his spear he stabb'd, and back The weapon drew; he, following, prostrate fell, And loudly rang his arms of polish'd brass. Then at the parapet, with stalwart hand, Sarpedon tugg'd; and yielding to his force Down fell the block entire; the wall laid bare, To many at once the breach gave open way. Ajax and Teucer him at once assail'd; This with an arrow struck the glitt'ring belt Around his breast, whence hung his pond'rous shield; But Jove, who will'd not that his son should fall Before the ships, the weapon turn'd aside. Then forward Ajax sprang, and with his spear Thrust at the shield; the weapon pass'd not through, Yet check'd his bold advance; a little space Back he recoil'd, but not the more withdrew, His soul on glory intent; and rallying quick, Thus to the warlike Lycians shouted loud: "Why, Lycians, thus your wonted might relax? 'Tis hard for one alone, how brave soe'er, E'en though he break the rampart down, to force A passage to the ships; but on with me! For work is here for many hands to do." He said; and by the King's rebuke abash'd, With fiercer zeal the Lycians press'd around Their King and councillor; on th' other side Within the wall the Greeks their squadrons mass'd; Then were great deeds achiev'd; nor thro' the breach Could the brave troops of Lycia to the ships Their passage force; nor could the warrior Greeks Repel the Lycians from the ground, where they, Before the wall, had made their footing good. As when two neighbours, in a common field, Each line in hand, within a narrow space, About the limits of their land contend; Between them thus the rampart drew the line; O'er which the full-orb'd shields of tough bull's-hide, And lighter bucklers on the warriors' breasts On either side they clove; and many a wound The pitiless weapons dealt, on some who, turn'd, Their neck and back laid bare; on many more, Who full in front, and through their shields were struck.

and scarce two lab'ring men. The son of Priam. So light it seem'd. And load upon a wain. e'en so. Nor might the bars within the blow sustain: This way and that the sever'd portals flew Before the crashing missile. But he unaided lifted it with ease. the Gods except. bristling thick with spears. While in confusion irretrievable Fled to their ships the panic-stricken Greeks. 'twas broad below. Bright flash'd the brazen armour on his breast. and wrap their ships in blazing fires. Within defended by two massive bars Laid crosswise. scal'd The wall. and loudly on the Trojans call'd: "On. Full on the middle dash'd the mighty mass. and straight obey'd. Then Hector. Honest and true. some scal'd the wall: Some through the strong-built gates continuous pour'd. as men are now. As in one hand a shepherd bears with ease A full-siz'd fleece." Thus he. her children's maintenance. So Hector tow'rd the portals bore the stone. two jav'lins in his hand. and planting firm His foot.On ev'ry side the parapet and tow'rs With Greek and Trojan blood were spatter'd o'er. the foremost. Which clos'd the lofty double-folding gates. So even hung the balance of the war. blaz'd his eyes with lurid fire. In even balance holds the scales. As through the gates. by grace of Saturn's son. from the ground could raise it up. The hinges both gave way. and scarcely feels the weight. But as a woman that for wages spins. he. Nor yet. He call'd aloud to scale the lofty wall. He sprang. But sharp above. VOLUME II. to give his arm its utmost pow'r. exhorting. the Greeks to flight were driv'n. no pow'r might meet That onset. and with one cross bolt secur'd. They heard. widely gap'd the op'ning gates. with wool and weights in hand. the pond'rous stone Fell inwards. seiz'd a pond'rous stone That lay before the gates. Till Jove with highest honour Hector crown'd. The strongest. END OF VOLUME I. stooping. on! the Grecian wall Break down. they heard him all. Close to the gate he stood. And to the wall rush'd numberless. dark as night His low'ring brow. and swarm'd Upon the ramparts. to mete Her humble hire. . valiant Trojans. great Hector sprang within. turning to the throng. Then to the Trojans. spoke.

he left them there to toil And strife continuous. Then down the mountain's craggy side he pass'd With rapid step.ARGUMENT. IN WHICH NEPTUNE ASSISTS THE GREEKS. where he sat Aloft on wooded Samos' topmost peak. thence Hippemolgi term'd. then. The Trojans are repulsed in the left wing. Pitying he saw. he kills Othryoneus. in the form of one of the generals. repairs to seek another at the tent of Idomeneus. rejoins Polydamas. On Troy he turn'd not once his piercing glance. and at length Idomeneus retires. When Jove had Hector and the Trojans brought Close to the ships. Samos of Thrace. the justest of mankind. and renews the attack. and the men who feed On milk of mares. this occasions a conversation between these two warriors. And thence the Greeks. The eight-and-twentieth day still continues. upbraids Paris. THE FOURTH BATTLE CONTINUED. and put a stop to Hector and the Trojans. . but goes first to rally the Trojans. and the ships of Greece. being galled by the Locrian slingers and archers. BOOK XIII. turning his keen glance To view far off th' equestrian tribes of Thrace. The warlike Mysians. and inspires those heroes to oppose him. Deiphobus and AEneas march against him. and deeply wroth with Jove. Thither ascended from the sea. Neptune. Idomeneus signalizes his courage above the rest. concerned for the loss of the Grecians. A peaceful race. Beneath th' immortal feet of Ocean's Lord Quak'd the huge mountain and the shadowy wood. who return together to the battle. and Alcathous. losing his spear in the encounter. and as he mov'd along. Nor deem'd he any God would dare to give To Trojans or to Greeks his active aid. Several deeds of valour are performed. Asius. No careless watch the monarch Neptune kept: Wond'ring. whence Ida's heights he saw. And Priam's city. Menelaus wounds Helenus and kills Peisander. Hector still keeps his ground against the Ajaces. meets Ajax again. The scene is between the Grecian wall and the sea-shore. encourages the other Greeks who had retired to their vessels. upon seeing the fortification forced by Hector (who had entered the gate near the station of the Ajaces). assumes the shape of Calchas. Meriones. THE ACTS OF IDOMENEUS. he view'd the battle. till. by Trojans overborne. The Ajaces form their troops into a close phalanx. he sat. Polydamas advises to call a council of war: Hector approves his advice.

fiery madman. Meantime. Circler of the Earth. son of Priam. Though by Olympian Jove himself upheld. the joyous sea Parted her waves. Down in the deep recesses of the sea A spacious cave there is. Like fire. with active vigour strung. he yok'd Beneath his car the brazen-footed steeds. Who boasts himself the son of Jove most high. and shouts and clamour hoarse. Ajaces. Which down the sheer face of some lofty rock Swoops on the plain to seize his feather'd prey: So swiftly Neptune left the chiefs. leads. Themselves with ardour fill'd. Their feet and hands. how bold soe'er he be. there arriv'd. Discarding chilly fear. So from your swiftly-sailing ships ye yet May drive the foe. swift flew the bounding steeds. fill'd with courage high. the golden lash he grasp'd Of curious work. Yet greatly fear I lest we suffer loss." So spake th' Earth-shaker. Nor was the brazen axle wet with spray. Imperishable. Then to the Grecian army took his way. to save the Greeks: Elsewhere I dread not much the Trojan force. Hector. by Hector. from all the depths below Gamboll'd around the monsters of the deep. Though they in crowds have scal'd the lofty wall. To Calchas' likeness and deep voice conform'd. he reach'd his goal. since some one of th' Olympian Gods. And rous'd the fainting Greeks. Where that fierce. which none might break nor loose. and their limbs. and before them plac'd Ambrosial provender. Fill'd them with strength and courage. And thus the son of Telamon address'd: "Ajax. the fourth. with manes of flowing gold. When to the ships of Greece their Lord they bore. Acknowledging their King. but from Ocean's depths Uprose th' Earth-shaker. and all the chiefs To slay beside them. Circler of the Earth.Three strides he took. The well-greav'd Greeks their onset may defy. That there they might await their Lord's return. In hopes to take the ships. and mounting on his car. Loos'd from the chariot. and round their feet Shackles of gold. Skimm'd o'er the waves. all of gold. where on the margin of the bay His temple stood. Then like a swift-wing'd falcon sprang to flight. But may some God your hearts inspire. or whirlwind. And with his sceptre touching both the chiefs. him first Departing. and cheer your comrades on. AEgae. he thus address'd: "'Tis yours. th' Ajaces first. which lies midway 'Twixt Tenedos and Imbros' rocky isle: Th' Earth-shaking Neptune there his coursers stay'd. press'd the Trojans on. led. All clad in gold. With furious zeal. In likeness of a seer. all glitt'ring. hath hither come . knew Oileus' active son. yourselves Firmly to stand. Of swiftest flight.

E'en though the mighty monarch. And slackness of the people. O Heav'n! a sad and wondrous sight is this. Embolden'd by our great commander's fault. are beside them slain. And new-born vigour in my feet and hands. Arouse ye then! A brave man's spirit its vigour soon regains. by those Who heretofore have been as tim'rous hinds Amid the forest depths. to be by Troy subdu'd. and from their eyes the teardrops fell. and of a God 'Tis easy to discern the outward signs). Of safety desp'rate. Meriones. be in truth Wholly to blame in this. Neptune. I might not blame them. . the best and bravest of the host. Who. And to the chiefs his winged words address'd: "Shame on ye. to Teucer first he came. indignation fills my soul. with him Offended. soon restor'd Their firm array. That ye.To urge us to the war (no Calchas he. fly: Such were the Trojans once. yet 'tis not for us Our courage to relax. brave warriors all. Grecian youths! to you I look'd As to our ships' defenders. the other Greeks arous'd. And young Antilochus. in his might Alone to meet. for well I mark'd His movements. Wide-ruling Agamemnon. to the ships withdrawn." Whom answer'd thus the son of Telamon: "My hands too grasp with firmer hold the spear. Far from their city walls. nor dar'd abide. Our augur Heav'n-inspir'd. heartless. I feel my feet Instinct with fiery life. their wasted strength Recruited. son of Priam. My spirit like thine is stirr'd. who now beside our ships. nor should I fear With Hector. Thoas. as they beheld The Trojan hosts that scal'd the lofty wall. If meaner men should from the battle shrink. 'tis not well. They saw. as they joy'd In the fierce transport by the God inspir'd. but that such as ye Should falter. but if ye Shrink from the perilous battle. I feel fresh spirit kindled in my breast. the helpless prey Of jackals. To Leitus. feebly fighting. and valiant Peneleus. maintain the fight. No. Deipyrus. And these are they. that he hath wrong'd The son of Peleus. A sight I never deem'd my eyes should see. Should stand aloof thus idly. not an hour. as he went. And. and wolves." Such was their mutual converse. unresisting. pards. they here and there. scarce are brought to guard our ships. Atreus' son. but th' Earth-shaking God Amid their ranks appearing. who. the strength and arms of Greece. and grapple to the death. Uncertain. And grief was in their hearts. then indeed Our day is come. for their limbs were faint with toil. meanwhile. Our ships assail'd by Trojan troops.

from its rocky bed Detach'd. but pass'd not through." Thus Neptune on the Greeks. in the van Hector straight forward urg'd his furious course. And man to man. nor miss'd his mark. it rolls no more. by many a stalwart hand. Waited the Trojan charge by Hector led: Spear close by spear. still it hurries on. to force his murd'rous way. With thrust of sword and double-pointed spears. so closely massed they stood. Buckler to buckler press'd. For near the head the sturdy shaft was snapp'd. for much he fear'd The weapon of Meriones. Deiphobus." His words fresh courage rais'd in ev'ry breast. Each other touch'd. royal Juno's Lord. in his pride of strength Hector has forc'd the gates and massive bars. confronted by that phalanx firm. reproving. On loftiest deeds intent. Anon. 'mid the ships maintains the war. but with gen'rous shame And keen remorse let each man's breast be fill'd. Stave off his onset. whose firm array nor Mars. the shield's broad orb Of tough bull's-hide it struck. and eager for the fray. from this remissness must accrue Yet greater evils. the bravest all. methinks. So Hector. while the sons of Greece. shall bar my way. though densely mass'd. And raging. arriving at the level plain. their eyes and minds Turn'd to the front. in act to hurl. he a little space Withdrew. but he Back to his comrades' shelt'ring ranks withdrew. and by the wintry torrent's force Hurl'd down the cliff's steep face. and helm to helm. Until. threat'ning now through ships and tents. the horsehair plumes above. His shield's broad orb before him borne. advanc'd With airy step. Yet from before his breast Deiphobus Held at arm's length his shield. Griev'd at his baffled hopes and broken spear. Backward. With giant bounds it flies. before my spear shall quail. That nodded on the warriors' glitt'ring crests. the crashing wood Resounds beneath it. As some huge boulder. But soon. stand ye firm! not long The Greeks. From Jove the Thund'rer. call'd: Then round th' Ajaces twain were cluster'd thick The serried files. and Lycians. and ye Dardans fam'd In close encounter. from the foremost ranks. and shield by shield o'erlaid. protected by the shield: At him Meriones with glitt'ring spear Took aim. when constant rains The massive rock's firm hold have undermin'd. Fierce is the struggle.Dear friends. The son of Priam. Halts close before it. E'en to the sea. Nor spirit-stirring Pallas might reprove: For there. If from the chief of Gods my mission be. . Its headlong impulse check'd. On pour'd the Trojan masses. in order due. and loudly on the Trojans call'd: "Trojans. were drawn The spears.

And in the dust at Hector's feet it fell. that fitted well the brow Of brave Amphimachus. rever'd by all. bore away Amid the ranks of Greece Amphimachus. the warrior King. shunn'd the brazen death A little space. and Oileus' son. th' Ajaces twain Lifted on high.Then tow'rd the ships he bent his steps. maintain'd the fight. on some high peak. and loud his armour rang. Whom by his tent th' Earth-shaking God address'd. With Priam dwelt. Who o'er th' AEtolians. at whom. Advancing. Snatch'd from the sharp-fang'd dogs' protecting care: So. While. through the tents of Greece And ships he pass'd. The voice assuming of Andraemon's son. which in his tent remain'd. from the battle field. in hopes to seize The brazen helm. The rest. and lofty Calydon: . Lord Of num'rous horses. Forth Teucer sprang to seize the spoil. spearman skill'd. the son of Mentor. Borne by his comrades. Falls a proud ash. Scatt'ring its tender foliage on the ground. Return'd to Troy. but newly brought. Wounded behind the knee. Imbrius. to seek Another spear. A warrior slew. 'mid wild uproar. as two lions high above the ground Bear through the brushwood in their jaws a goat. fill'd with warlike rage. Him met Idomeneus. In former days. th' Athenian chiefs Stychius and brave Menestheus. hastening to the fight: Thund'ring he fell. and there. his comrade's death. and of its armour stripp'd The corpse of Imbrius. Himself he reach'd not. He saw. As by the woodman's axe. Then. but Ajax met Th' advance of Hector with his glitt'ring spear. and had to wife Medesicaste. And ills preparing for the sons of Troy. Leaving a comrade. Griev'd at Amphimachus. conspicuous from afar. and loud his burnish'd armour rang. Him Teucer with his lance below the ear Stabb'd. and like a ball Sent whirling through the crowd the sever'd head. as a God rever'd. ere came the sons of Greece. Cut from the tender neck. eager to rejoin the fray. the son of Telamon. the son of Cteatus. all in dazzling brass Encas'd. and. He in Pedaeus dwelt. the Greeks encouraging. fierce anger fill'd The breast of Neptune. He fell. Hector aim'd his glitt'ring spear. stooping. There Teucer first. but through the breast it struck Amphimachus. for his grandson slain. The son of Actor. In Pleuron reign'd. who lov'd him as a son. Then forward Hector sprang. down he fell. but pressing on his bossy shield Drove by main force beyond where lay the dead: Them both the Greeks withdrew. But when the well-trimm'd ships of Greece appear'd. and drew back the weapon. Priam's bastard child. to the leech's care He left him.

But haste thee. Close to the tent. as the warrior ran. Idomeneus. from this day's fight who shrinks. sage Cretan chief." Whom answer'd thus the sage Meriones: "Idomeneus. but rouse each sev'ral man. And far from Argos lie in nameless graves. like the lightning's flash. don thine arms. Which. Thence have I store of spears. on none. thy work Remit not now. great need is now To hasten. To whom Idomeneus: "Meriones. his armour bright. the brass-clad Cretans' King. the Cretan King: "Of spears. for with my foes 'Tis not my wont to wage a distant war. and leav'st the battle field? Hast thou some wound receiv'd. Straight donn'd Idomeneus his armour bright: Two spears he took. Flash'd. Thou there mayst find against the polish'd wall. for. courage gain. But. and to the strife of men return'd. well thou know'st I better love the battle than the tent. if thou list. and bossy shields. to seek a spear he came. That which I lately bore. And crested helms. his follower brave. in the fight. if haply such Within thy tent be found. so freely pour'd Against the Trojans by the sons of Greece?" To whom the Cretan King. Nor see I one by heartless fear restrain'd. the hand of Jove Hurls downwards from Olympus' glitt'ring heights. and breastplates polish'd bright. and flinching from the war: Yet by th' o'erruling will of Saturn's son It seems decreed that here the Greeks should fall. But we the bravest need not fear to meet. Within his well-constructed tent arriv'd. I come to seek a spear. Him met Meriones. and. may he from Troy return No more. whereof the pain Subdues thy spirit? or com'st thou. May blame be cast. or twenty. as thyself art ever staunch. so far as I may judge. The spoil of Trojans slain. e'en now I broke Against the shield of brave Deiphobus. comrade dear. Whose dazzling radiance far around is thrown. as a sign to men. Thoas."Where now. Nor hanging back." To whom Earth-shaking Neptune thus replied: "Idomeneus. but here remain to glut the dogs. Swift-footed son of Molus. Nor slow the laggards to reprove. if in aught we two may serve: E'en meaner men. to the field To summon me? unsummon'd. Idomeneus: "Thoas. united." To whom Idomeneus. Why com'st thou here. or one. we all our duties know." He said." Whom answer'd thus the sage Meriones: "Nor are my tent and dark-ribb'd ship devoid . Are all the vaunting threats. If such there be.

And in his bosom loudly beats his heart. Attended by his strong. most succour need the Greeks. methinks. where is manifest The diff'rence 'twixt the coward and the brave. Valiant as Mars. But changing still. As Mars. but on thy breast. Like babblers vain. Brave as he is. say if on the right. For there. who shakes the bravest warrior's soul. (The coward's colour changes. and eager for the fray. if Saturn's son himself Fire not. And. . one side With vict'ry crowning. But come. goes forth to war. nor on thy back Would fall the blow. and Teucer. Or on the centre of the gen'ral host. good too in the standing fight. E'en for his courage 'twere a task too hard. his spear selected straight. in front. Our onset should be made. but they are far to seek. the Cretan chief: "Others there are the centre to defend. Th' Ajaces both. and resistless hands. They two. Of mortal birth. whene'er is heard the battle cry. but thou know'st them well. Nor deem I that my hand is slack in fight.Of Trojan spoils. from Thrace. in dazzling arms array'd: Then thus Meriones his chief address'd: "Son of Deucalion. and 'mid the shipping throw the torch. Their might to conquer. from foot to foot he shifts. nor hear alike The pray'rs of both the combatants. My deeds by others of the brass-clad Greeks May not be noted. so to battle went Those leaders twain. For 'mid the foremost in the glorious strife I stand. Shouldst thou from spear or sword receive a wound. surest test Of warriors' courage. eager for the fray. Expecting death. These may for Hector full employment find. Great Ajax Telamon to none would yield. against the Ephyri. the bane of men. rejoin'd his chief. of the Greeks Best archer. and chatter all his teeth: The brave man's colour changes not. by earthly food sustain'd." He said: and from the tent Meriones. And burn the ships. nor his soul Within his breast its even balance keeps." To whom Idomeneus. Or haughty Phlegyans arm. or on the left. Terror. who scorn might justly move: Haste to my tent. the ambush ent'ring. Not on thy neck behind. prolong we not this idle talk. the Cretan King: "What need of this? thy prowess well I know. For should we choose our bravest through the fleet To man the secret ambush. Still pressing onward 'mid the foremost ranks. all his pray'r Is that the hour of battle soon may come) E'en there. unfearing son." To whom Idomeneus. no fear He knows. thy courage none might call in doubt. and there select thy spear.

as in years. Then on the left let us our onset make. Now when. The straining rope. fought for Troy. though with him In speed of foot he might not hope to vie. Neptune. So was the fight confus'd. Bristled the deadly strife with pond'rous spears. when the dust lies deepest on the roads. And. his promise trusting. Him. Wielded with dire intent. Inspiring terror. Nor ventur'd Neptune openly to aid The cause of Greece. which none might break or loose. And quickly learn if we on others' heads Are doom'd to win renown. Idomeneus. with rallying cries. And slew Othryoneus. or they on ours. Idomeneus Struck with his glitt'ring spear. from before the walls of Troy In their despite to drive the sons of Greece. But Jove in wisdom. Dire evil then on mortal warriors brought The diverse minds of Saturn's mighty sons: To Hector and the Trojans Jove design'd. in dazzling arms appear'd. yet not utterly He will'd to slay before the walls of Troy The Grecian host. And breastplates polish'd bright. the first. not pain. Calling the Greeks to aid. swift of foot. Thither where he directed. the Greeks. Clandestine rising from the hoary sea. Around him throng'd. And he. Like blazing fire. welcomed as a guest in Priam's house.By spear or pond'rous stone assailable. by flashing helmets cast. The aged Priam listen'd to his snit. In honour of Achilles. could gaze. mighty deeds He promis'd. though his hair was grizzl'd o'er with age. Cassandra. Meriones. For them before the Trojan host o'erborne He saw with grief. stern of heart indeed were he. attended thus. the brazen gleam Dazzled the sight. brave as Mars. their birth the same. nor aught avail'd . The fairest of his daughters sought to wed. and glitt'ring shields Commingling. Before the boist'rous winds the storm drives fast. To give the vict'ry. scarce surpass'd By Peleus' son Achilles. and in the throng Each man with keen desire of slaughter burn'd. Equal the rank of both. on the Trojans sprang. Then. but glory to confer On Thetis and her noble-minded son. As. Who on that sight with joy. No portion asked. who but of late Came from Cabesus on the alarm of war. led the way. where many a warrior fell. the Greeks inspir'd. on th' other side." He said: and. This way and that they tugg'd of furious war And balanc'd strife. marching with proud step. In hand to hand encounter. In secret still the army's courage rous'd. and deeply wroth with Jove. And rag'd beside the ships the balanc'd fight. Idomeneus. but cloth'd in mortal form. And high at once the whirling clouds are toss'd.

and shunn'd: Beneath the ample circle of his shield. Nor bootless from that stalwart hand it flew. Antilochus. close below the heart. Antilochus Beneath the waistband struck. or poplar tall. Or lofty pine. conceal'd he stood: Beneath he crouch'd. Who promis'd thee his daughter in return: We too would offer thee a like reward.His brazen breastplate. For some proud ship. it struck. of Antilochus the manly soul Was stirr'd within him. Beneath his chin. Thund'ring he fell: the victor vaunting cried: "Othryoneus. and seizing by the foot the slain. To turn his horses: him. His death-cry utt'ring. As I have found him fellowship. fell. Nor dar'd. Preventing. from Argos brought. gasping. then shouting loud. through the middle thrust. stood his charioteer. Deiphobus exclaim'd: "Not unaveng'd lies Asius. heard his boast. himself on foot before his car: So close his charioteer the horses held. through his gullet drove the spear. For Asius' death Deep griev'd. before the car and horses stretch'd. They breath'd upon his shoulders. But through the midriff. son of Hippasus. up he ran. approaching. the woodman's axe hath hewn: So he. right through the weapon pass'd. And give thee here to wed. and o'er him flew the spear: Yet harsh it grated. He. through the middle thrust. if thou indeed Wilt make thy words to aged Priam good. And straight relax'd his limbs. helpless. as falls an oak. glancing from the shield. he. The horses seiz'd. yet amid his grief His comrade not forgetting. Bewilder'd. And by two rods sustain'd. on board our ocean-going ships Discuss the marriage contract. but to the rescue came Asius. Atrides' fairest daughter. nor aught avail'd His brazen breastplate. son . Mecistheus. methinks. He fell. In boastful tone. Come then. eagerly He sought to reach Idomeneus. Meanwhile. clutch'd the blood-stain'd soil. escaping from the foemen's hands. if with us Thou wilt o'erthrow the well-built walls of Troy." He said. above all mortal men I hold thee in respect. and from the Trojan ranks Drove to the Grecian camp. from the well-wrought chariot. but he. nor shall we Be found illib'ral of our bridal gifts. with joy Thro' Hades' strongly-guarded gates may pass. two trusty friends. indignant. With hides and brazen plates encircled round. And o'er him spread the cover of his shield. the noble Nestor's son. Deiphobus. Hypsenor. Chief. the Greeks." He said. Dragg'd from the press. hurl'd Against Idomeneus his glitt'ring spear: The coming weapon he beheld. which on the mountain top.

in thy father's house. The spear-renown'd Idomeneus hath slain. thy sire. I stand. in beauty. AEneas' spirit was rous'd. thy sister's husband aid: Haste we to save Alcathous. The eldest of his daughters had to wife. himself to fall. guardian chief of Crete. that in some lonely spot ." He said. thus: "AEneas. still burning o'er some Trojan soul To draw the gloomy veil of night and death. by her parents both. the spear-point quiv'ring in his heart. Which with convulsive throbbings shook the shaft. When thou wast little. skill. the wiser course appear'd To seek AEneas. O'er all. Then high-born AEsuetes' son he slew. withheld The public honour to his valour due. did he th' encounter shun. sagest councillor of Troy. The noblest man through all the breadth of Troy. unworthy my descent From Jove. But firmly stood. Noble Deucalion was to Minos born. Without the pow'r to fly. cowardlike. who of old. Harshly it grated. who. him he found apart. A bane to thee. begot. Anchises' son-in-law. as stands a mountain-boar Self-confident. my great progenitor. Nor did Idomeneus his noble rage Abate. if here. or a lofty tree. Then with shouts Of triumph. or alone the venture try. Nor. There Mars its course arrested. To whom Deiphobus." He said. Or to retreat. and fill'd With martial rage he sought Idomeneus. and Trojans all. for him. Hippodamia. while through his breast Idomeneus His weapon drove. He Minos. Him Neptune by Idomeneus subdued. the brazen mail it broke. thyself to me oppos'd. rais'd the slain. thus Idomeneus: "How now. if rev'rence for the dead Can move thy soul. Alcathous. he. Which oft had turn'd aside the stroke of death. and summon to his aid The Trojans. Nurs'd thee with tender care. his active limbs restrain'd. Seal'd his quick eyes. He stood. sever'd by the spear: He fell. he thought. Fix'd as a pillar. Behoves thee now. and Alastor. and doubtful stood Deiphobus. for he was still at feud With godlike Priam. And learn. approaching. Or. wife of one. but now. Deiphobus? are three for one An equal balance? where are now thy boasts? Come forth. or shun the spear. belov'd. I to Deucalion. Thus as he mus'd. Behind the crowd. and mind. far extends my rule In wide-spread Crete. having sav'd the Greeks. And deeply groaning bore him to the ships.Of Echius. my friend. whom now our ships have brought. vaunting. All her compeers surpassing.

and. Great glory now should he. and dread The onset of AEneas. on men and dogs prepar'd to rush: So stood the spear-renown'd Idomeneus. their bucklers slop'd Upon their shoulders. If. and the friends he saw around He summon'd to his aid. Antilochus and Aphareus. Deipyrus. On th' other side. following whom Came on the gen'ral crowd. terrible As Mars. all beside him stood. as 'mid the press Each aim'd at other. And vainly from his stalwart hand dismiss'd." He said. retiring slow. amid th' Immortals all. well pleas'd the shepherd sees. our years were but the same. AEneas saw the gath'ring crowd. The onset of AEneas. and clutch'd the ground. His weapon to regain. and Agenor. So pleas'd. so thickly flew the spears. Ascalaphus. Nor knew the loud-voic'd. to these. He lack'd the active pow'r of swift retreat. How hand to hand around Ascalaphus . Still fill'd with anger. and his tusks He whets. as flocks of sheep From pasture follow to their drinking-place The lordly ram. Their sharp spears wielding each at other's life. one in heart. At him. restrain'd. His eyes with fire are flashing. yet could not strip His armour off. dire was the clash of brass Upon the heroes' breasts. Idomeneus in front. proudly eminent Stood forth two mighty warriors. my friends! alone I stand. swift in fight. the crown of human strength. obtain.Awaits the clam'rous chase. And Paris. Skill'd in the standing fight his life to guard. and th' intestines tore. On high Olympus. AEneas' spear stood quiv'ring in the ground. Awaiting. girt with golden clouds. but through the shoulder pierc'd Ascalaphus. OEnomaus struck. Prone in the dust he fell. and clutch'd the ground. below the waist. First at Idomeneus AEneas threw His spear. bristles his back. a valiant son of Mars. He sat. AEneas to his aid Summon'd his brother chiefs. the weighty spear broke through The hollow breastplate. or back to spring. swift of foot. Then o'er Alcathous hand to hand was wag'd The war of spears. Deiphobus. Nor did his feet retain their youthful force. Mighty to slay in battle. he thus addressed his speech: "Aid me. as our spirit. AEneas and Idomeneus. Forthwith Idomeneus from out the corpse The pond'rous spear withdrew. or I. By Jove's commands. mighty God of War That in the stubborn fight his son had fall'n. Deiphobus. and the bloom Of youth is his. and brave Meriones. and shunn'd the brazen point. from mingling in the war. threw his glitt'ring spear: His aim he miss'd. he saw. Prone in the dust he fell. Tried warriors all.

On. some Greek Seiz'd 'mid the press. rack'd with pain. Him Adamas. Like a fire-harden'd stake. across the temples smote Deipyrus. there planted he his spear: Around the shaft he writh'd. and tore His armour from his breast. like a vulture. who watch'd Th' occasion. While round his brother's waist Polites threw His arms. Then Helenus.Rag'd the fierce conflict: first Deiphobus From off his head the glitt'ring helmet tore. Struck with his spear the centre of the shield. Caletor's son. for on ev'ry side On his broad shield the Trojans show'r'd their blows. Him. drove His glitt'ring spear. And o'er his eyes were cast the shades of death. And from his arm the sturdy spear withdrew. the son of Asius. Like to a mountain bull. Antilochus. on the ground. The other half lay broken. Approaching. and from his hand With hollow sound the crested helmet fell. and pierc'd his arm. 'mid the throng Of weapons. Commingled. and down on th' other side. . as it roll'd beneath their feet. while round he cast His watchful glances. with struggles vain. Resisting. and loud the tumult rose. his eyes were clos'd in death. his flying coursers stood. Quick-following. Where sharpest agony to wretched men Attends on death. The rest fought on. sank his head. and gasping groan'd. half in the shield. AEneas through the throat of Aphareus. but Meriones. he backward fell. Then backward leap'd amid his comrades' ranks. terrible as Mars. and springing forth. Which. But touch'd him not. Yet not aloof he stood. And stay'd the brazen point. But. As o'er the crowd he glanc'd. and groaning. plung'd his weapon through his groin. remained infix'd. turn'd sideways tow'rds him. from his body tore the spear. but in their midst. But dark-hair'd Neptune grudg'd the hero's life. while the blood Stream'd down his wounded arm. threw his guard o'er Nestor's son. and all his helmet crash'd. Beyond the fight. with charioteer and rich-wrought car. and led him from the battle-field To where. Back to his comrades' shelt'ring ranks he sprang. forward sprang. bound with cords. which. But ever threat'ning. to Troy they bore. His shield and helmet following. And the dark shades of death his eyes o'erspread. sprang Meriones. As Thoon turn'd. Prepar'd to hurl. with hands Uplifted calling for his comrades' aid: But forward sprang Antilochus. In hope of safety. for Neptune. turn'd from side to side. or hand to hand engage. so the wounded warrior groan'd: But not for long: for fierce Meriones. marked. a weighty Thracian sword Wielding aloft. Meriones Sprang forth. The herdsmen drag along. nor held motionless his spear. and with his spear Ripp'd all the flesh that lay along the spine Up to the neck.

Such as on me. back to his comrades' ranks He sprang. and slay Our Grecian heroes. or clatt'ring peas. Nor lack your share of insult and of wrong. glanc'd afar. in the deadly strife. my virgin-wedded wife. With handle long. infuriate. hanging down The wounded limb. Atreus' son. just below the plume. doubled with the pain. insatiate of the fight. vile hounds. And now ye rage. Who soon your lofty city shall o'erthrow. 'tis said that thou excell'st. Unsheathing then his silver-studded sword Rush'd on Peisander. Then simultaneous flew from either side The gleaming spear. loud crash'd the bone. Kindly receiv'd. and bounded off. Peisander struck The crested helmet's peak. Atreus' son. In wisdom. pois'd on high His glitt'ring spear. bound up the hand. And with a twisted sling of woollen cloth. of polish'd olive-wood: And both at once in deadly combat join'd. As bound the dark-skinn'd beans. Great son of Atreus. With erring spear divergent. ye cast erewhile. Proud Trojans. he fell: The victor. With store of goods. and royal Helenus With threat'ning mien approaching. in hope of safety. but drove not through the spear. From the broad fan upon the threshing-floor. Stripp'd off his arms. and winnower's force. O Father Jove. to destroy With fire our ocean-going ships. he beneath his shield Drew forth a pond'rous brazen battle-axe. From noble Menelaus' cuirass so The stinging arrow bounding.The valiant Menelaus. planting on his chest his foot. The shaft of Priam's son below the breast The hollow cuirass struck. By the brisk breeze impell'd. By an attendant brought. But valiant Menelaus. all human things . by thee to fall. that trail'd the ashen spear. and across the brow Smote him. and with hope of triumph flush'd. from before our ships depart. next his shield Peisander struck. to the confines dark of death Led by his evil fate. Then. and arrow from the string. high thund'ring Jove. and to the bow The hand was pinn'd. while he the bowstring drew. Nor fear'd th' avenger of the slighted laws Of hospitality. To noble Menelaus stood oppos'd Peisander. And in the dust the gory eyeballs dropp'd Before him. For the broad shield resisted. When near they drew. With grief beheld. but the time shall come When ye too fain would from the war escape. Transfix'd the hand that held the polish'd bow: The brazen point pass'd through. Gods and men. and thus exulting cried: "Thus shall ye all. Agenor from the wound the spear withdrew. Atrides miss'd his aim. but Atreus' son Met him advancing. above the nose. ye basely bore away. and the shaft Was snapp'd in sunder: Menelaus saw Rejoicing.

on his car they plac'd the slain. Their courage rousing. Whose rage for the battle knows nor stint nor bound? Men are with all things sated. A certain man there was. was buried deep: Beneath the bone it pass'd. to the war of Troy. that thou With favour seest these men of violence. or at home by sharp disease to die. with presumptuous courage fill'd. sleep and love. then. But there he kept. nor knew How sorely. and from the wound The dark blood pouring. and storm'd the wall and gates. Nor vengeance for his slaughter'd son obtain'd. Him Paris smote between the ear and jaw. he embark'd. Paris with grief and anger saw him fall: For he in former days his guest had been In Paphlagonia. such succour Neptune gave. Who dwelt in Corinth. Back to his comrades' shelt'ring ranks he sprang In hopes of safety. His body to defend. Embarking. In his right flank a brazen-pointed shaft. skilful seer: His fate well knowing. The valiant troops of Paphlagonia clos'd Around him. sure. thirst. full in the centre struck Atrides' shield. Sweet sounds of music. like blazing fire. Of these may some more gladly take their fill. rich. and the joyous dance. And deeply sorrowing. Shot by Meriones. Euchenor nam'd. glancing all around." Thus Menelaus. His father. A brass-tipp'd arrow from his bow he sent. There to th' encounter forth Harpalion sprang. of blameless life. and pangs of sharp disease. But nought as yet had Hector heard. and darkness clos'd his eyes. were press'd The Trojans by the Greeks. and gasping out his life. and imparting strength. but as he turn'd. he escap'd alike the fine By Greeks impos'd. to the city bore. Swift fled his spirit. walk'd beside the car. Or with the Greeks by Trojan hands to fall. There beach'd beside the hoary sea. But back return'd not to his native land. leftward of the ships. Amid his comrades. and to his comrades gave. the ships [4] . who came. and pierc'd him through. where first the serried ranks Of Greeks he broke. Son of the King Pylaemenes. At once he fell. Thus rag'd.From thee proceed. His father following. for oft The good old man had told him that his doom Was. with anger fill'd. and the blood-stained arms Stripp'd from the corpse. and can it be. but drove not through the spear. The son of Polyeidus. weeping. and now appear'd Their triumph. These Trojans. Then join'd again the foremost in the fray. instiate. But Trojans still for war. writhing on the ground Like a crush'd worm he lay. drench'd the thirsty soil. the furious fight. He standing near.

for amid their ranks The galling arrows dire confusion spread. obey'd. Streaming with sweat that gathers round their horns. these two in arms The valiant Phthians leading to the fight. Medon next. Oileus' noble son No Locrians follow'd. Peteus' son. supreme. Could scarce protect their ships. The son of Phylacus. His sire Oileus' wife. upheld his weighty shield.Of Ajax and Protesilaus lay. With brave Podarces led the Phthian host: Medon. but Polydamas Drew near to Hector. he in Phylace. nor ashen spear. the great Oileus' bastard son. Their chief. theirs were not the hearts To brook th' endurance of the standing fight. Since one to Eriopis near akin. broke the Trojan ranks. unseen. Then had the Trojans from the ships and tents Back to the breezy heights of Troy been driv'n In flight disastrous. in front. and from these Their bolts quick-show'ring. on Telamon Attended. because the Gods Have giv'n thee to excel in warlike might. Th' Epeians Meges. There had the wall been lowest built. nor could repel Th' impetuous fire of godlike Hector's charge. Stichius. Far from his native land. Loerians. Yet every gift thou canst not so combine: To one the Gods have granted warlike might. who. down the furrow strain. Brother of Ajax. I know thee. by noble Hector led: These. Two dark-red oxen drag the well-wrought plough. side by side. in bows and twisted slings Of woollen cloth confiding. Phyleus' son. Podarces from Iphiclus claim'd his birth. But as on fallow-land with one accord. their arrows shot. in the rear. But comrades. Join'd to th' Ionians with their flowing robes. whene'er with toil and sweat His limbs grew faint. The stiff soil cleaving. his hand had slain. Thou deemest thyself. Bias in command. Menestheus. those two advanc'd. and there Were gather'd in defence the chiefest all. to one the lyre and song. and Epeians proud. To one the dance. how unapt thou art To hearken to advice. and address'd him thus: "Hector. While in the fray. many and brave. Join'd the Boeotian troops to guard the ships. But came to Troy. and Phthians. Horses and men: the stout Boeotians there. Nor had they brass-bound helms. And Dracius and Amphion. While in another's breast all-seeing Jove . So closely. But from the side of Ajax Telamon Stirr'd not a whit Oileus' active son. While those. They by the polish'd yoke together held. There too the choicest troops of Athens fought. Nor ample shields they bore. with horsehair plume. Nor stood the Trojans. with whom Were Pheidas. in glitt'ring arms oppos'd The men of Troy. was driv'n to dwell. in counsel too.

should Heaven vouchsafe The needful strength. since the wall they scal'd. Then hear what seems to me the wisest course." Thus he: the prudent counsel Hector pleas'd. the forfeit of their lives. and. fair in outward form. These found he not unscath'd by wounds or death. methinks. Our valiant Trojans. and he himself Best knows the value of the precious gift." To whom the godlike Paris thus replied: "Hector. withdraw. thou seest. not long will stand aloof. On ev'ry side the circling ring of war Is blazing all around thee. and a mind Discerning. Down from his chariot with his arms he leap'd. Here take we counsel fully. were gather'd all the chiefs. Or stand aloof. detain thou here the chiefs. fair-hair'd Helen's Lord. now thy doom is sure. And he. with superior forces strive. son Of Hyrtacus? and where Othryoneus? Now from its summit totters to the fall Our lofty Ilium. and where the might Of royal Helenus? where Adamas. The godlike Paris. Thou slave of woman. Polydamas. Where is Deiphobus. scatheless yet. For some beside the ships of Greece had paid. if to fall Upon their well-mann'd ships. for the common good of all: By him are states preserv'd. and Adamas. and meet the front of war. hither call the chiefs. For much I fear they soon will pay us back Their debt of yesterday. like a snow-clad mountain high. For since thou gav'st command to attack the ships. Then thou. since in their ranks One yet remains insatiate of the fight. to the leftward of the bloody fray. By Grecian hands. And gallant Asius.Hath plac'd the spirit of wisdom. Ne'er have I less withdrawn me from the fight. manhood's counterfeit. While others wounded lay within the wall. and loudly shouting. Thither will I. And royal Helenus. and. And. And me not wholly vile my mother bore. And with reproachful words address'd him thus: "Thou wretched Paris. quickly here return." He said. since blameless I incur thy blame. And to Polydamas his speech address'd: "Polydamas. At sound of Hector's voice. But 'mid the foremost combatants he sought If haply he might find Deiphobus. We here against the Greeks unflinching war . retiring. The son of Asius? where too Asius. Cheering his comrades to the fight. or. But. or scatter'd 'mid the ships Outnumber'd. son of Hyrtacus. he found. Uprose. in hot haste Flew through the Trojan and Confed'rate host. giv'n my orders. round Panthous' son.

" Wrought on his brother's mind the hero's words: Together both they bent their steps. the crowd of Greeks The fav'ring omen saw. whom thou seek'st. rank on rank. our vessels to destroy. That swifter than the falcon's wing thy steeds May bear thee o'er the dusty plain to Troy. Tak'n and destroy'd by our victorious hands. Ajax at Hector thus defiance hurl'd: "Draw nearer. And Helenus. and shouted loud: Then noble Hector thus: "What words are these. mighty chief. Orthaeus. From Father Jove sweeps downward o'er the plain: As with loud roar it mingles with the sea. Not far the hour. But stalwart arms for their defence we boast. Beyond his pow'r the bravest cannot fight. with proud step. foam-white-crested. Upheaving. Hector. and with like haughty mien. which with lightning charg'd. where'er thy courage bids. and myself In equal honour with Apollo held Or blue-ey'd Pallas. there Cebriones. why seek to scare Our valiant Greeks? we boast ourselves of war Not wholly unskill'd. our comrades. Of hides close join'd. thou babbling braggart. If signs of yielding he might trace. The gleaming helmet nodded o'er his brow. but Jove their life hath spar'd. Born of imperial Juno. these two Hippotion's sons. On ev'ry side the hostile ranks survey'd. But thou. protected by his shield. and Ascanius fought. when thou thyself in flight To Jove and all the Gods shalt make thy pray'r. where rag'd The fiercest conflict. upon his right appear'd An eagle. Both through the hand. and godlike Polyphetes' might. soaring high." Thus as he spoke. Thou hop'st. as reliefs.Have wag'd. Impell'd by Jove. In arms all glitt'ring. So. brave Polydamas. both wounded by the spear. wave on wave. Ajax. with brazen plates o'erlaid. but yestermorn had come. but they Unshaken stood. The many-dashing ocean's billows boil. Phalces. Palmys. lead on: We shall be prompt to follow. though now the hand of Jove Lies heavy on us with the scourge of Heav'n. with their chiefs advanc'd. are slain: Only Deiphobus hath left the field. they sought the battle field. He. And Morys. forsooth. In combat terrible as blood-stain'd Mars: Before his breast his shield's broad orb he bore. led them on. to our pow'r Thou shalt in us no lack of valour find. from rich Ascania's plains They. impetuous as the rush Of the fierce whirlwind. the son of Priam. Long ere that day shall your proud city fall. vain of speech! For would to Heav'n I were as well assur'd I were the son of aegis-bearing Jove. Onward they dash'd. as I am assur'd . closely mass'd. the Trojans.

and all around survey. which Ulysses withstands. Brave Thrasymedes. forms a design to overreach him. are obliged to give way. which advice is pursued. and is laid asleep. and wash thy gory wounds. sinks in her embraces. to which Diomed adds his advice. and with some difficulty persuades him to seal the eyes of Jupiter. thy flesh Shall glut the dogs and carrion birds of Troy. Nor did the battle-din not reach the ears Of Nestor. which his son. if thou dare My spear encounter. whom he informs of the extremity of the danger. and drink the ruddy wine. and hastens to Agamemnon. in the tent had left. what these sounds may mean. till the Trojans. BOOK XIV. and reach'd the glorious light of Jove. Agamemnon proposes to make their escape by night. and carried off from the battle. this done. on his way he meets that prince with Diomed and Ulysses. unmov'd. Juno. Well-wrought. sitting at the table with Machaon. much distressed. The onset bore. is ravished with her beauty. On th' other side the Greeks return'd the shout: Of all the Trojans' bravest they. Nestor. is alarmed with the increasing clamour of the war. and his speech He thus address'd to AEsculapius' son: "Say. Neptune takes advantage of his slumber. JUNO DECEIVES JUPITER BY THE GIRDLE OF VENUS. While I go forth. seeing the partiality of Jupiter to the Trojans. ARGUMENT. she sets off her charms with the utmost care. Hector is struck to the ground with a prodigious stone by Ajax. with brass resplendent." He said. o'er the wine-cup. shouted loud the hindmost throng. several actions succeed. Till fair-hair'd Hecamede shall prepare The gentle bath. and led them on. they should go forth and encourage the army with their presence. the lesser Ajax signalizes himself in a particular manner. where the god at first sight. and from the wall a buckler took. and (the more surely to enchant him) obtains the magic girdle of Venus." He said. she goes to Mount Ida. good Machaon.This day is fraught with ill to all the Greeks: Thou 'mid the rest shalt perish. their mingled clamours rose To Heav'n. and succours the Greeks. that. But sit thou here. She then applies herself to the god of Sleep. For louder swells the tumult round the ships. with eager cheers They followed. which thy dainty skin Shall rend. . and slain beside the ships. wounded as they were.

who made his boast Before th' assembled Trojans. The fear increasing. Ulysses. son of Neleus. have incurr'd the wrath. unabated. Far from the battle. and with a wall Their sterns surrounded. Why com'st thou here. To seek Atrides. son of Atreus. and leav'st the battle-field? Greatly I fear that noble Hector now His menace will fulfil. Thus as he mused. Such was his threat. ourselves and ships. wherein our trust we plac'd To guard. discuss we what may best be done. Atreus' son. them Nestor met. If judgment aught may profit us. Unceasing. beside the hoary sea. So stood th' old man. and there his eyes A woful sight beheld. pride of Greece. Who thence refuse to battle for the ships?" To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: "Such are indeed our prospects. his mind perplex'd with doubt. and the cry ascends to Heav'n. Deep sorrow fill'd their breasts. tipp'd with brass. which their souls possess'd. The haughty Trojans pressing on their rout Confus'd. that to Troy He never would return. And now around the ships their war they wage. Together came. As heaves the darkling sea with silent swell. Heav'n! can it be that I of other Greeks. Jove on high Could to our fortunes give no diff'rent turn. To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: "O Nestor. so intermix'd they fall Promiscuous. Diomed. the better course appear'd. higher. he took: Without the tent he stood.While with his father's shield himself was girt. loud their armour rang With thrusts of swords and double-pointed spears. advancing from the ships. which way are driv'n The routed Greeks. There Nestor met. fiercely fought the rest With mutual slaughter. The wall is raz'd. so high on land They drew. ourselves To mingle in the fray I counsel not. and rang'd them side by side. And Agamemnon. or counsel seek Of mighty Agamemnon. As of Achilles. the Greeks' protecting wall o'erthrown. But come. impregnable. To mingle in the throng. . The Heav'n-born Kings. spectators of the fight. Within the headlands. and fill'd. their steps supporting on their spears. all By wounds disabled. and ourselves the sword. none might tell By closest scrutiny. all the wide-mouth'd bay. for the ships were beach'd Upon the shore. Nor onward either way is pour'd its flood. Until it feel th' impelling blast from Heav'n. and in narrow bounds Were pent their multitudes. and now he makes it good. Thus they. A sturdy spear too. until our ships The flames had master'd. Expectant of the boist'rous gale's approach. tow'rd the plain The foremost had been drawn. for the spacious beach Could not contain them. the Greeks in flight.

Thy counsels all I utterly condemn. For. King of men: "Nestor. from our native land. Nor yet the deep-dug trench. on which we Greeks Much toil bestow'd." To whom. 'mid the close and clamour of the fight. Already too triumphant. If ye will hear. But now I see that to the blessed Gods Our foes he equals. Thou son of Atreus? counsellor of ill! Would thou hadst been of some ignoble band The leader. ourselves and ships." Then rose the valiant Diomed. let us all agree The ships that nearest to the sea are beach'd To launch upon the main. And think'st thou so to leave the lofty walls Of Troy. and wields A royal sceptre. since to the ships the war is brought. Seems it the will of Saturn's mighty son That. presume to speak.It were not well for wounded men to fight. cause renew'd For boasting. Hear then my counsel. his words would please me well. although by night. far from Argos. not long will Greeks Sustain the war. to such pernicious end Would lead thy baneful counsels. I knew when once he lov'd to aid the Greeks. that I. Who nobler counsels understands. that against their will The sons of Greece should launch their well found ships: But if there be who better counsel knows. but with reverted eyes Shrink from the fight. from youth to latest age. and th' allegiance claims Of numbers. on whom. Who. thy rebuke hath wrung my soul. that no other Greek may hear Words. Then may we launch in safety all the fleet. till nightfall there To ride at anchor: if that e'en by night The Trojans may suspend their fierce assault. We all should here in nameless graves be laid. No shame it is to fly. and which we vainly hop'd Might guard. The youngest of you all. not the chief of such a host As ours. Wouldst have us launch our ships." Whom answer'd Agamemnon. and said: "The man is near at hand. if the ships he launch'd. Nor hath the wall avail'd to stay their course. and give the foe. nor far to seek. and our strength confounds. impregnable. . such as those that own thy sway. which no man might trust his tongue to speak. to bear the brunt Of hardy war. till ev'ry man be slain. King of men: "Ulysses. mighty chief. then were death our certain lot. the object of our painful toil? Be silent. Ulysses sage: "What words have pass'd the barrier of thy lips. Or young or old. Jove hath the gift bestow'd. Impending evil. better so to fly Than by the threaten'd danger be o'erta'en." Whom answer'd Agamemnon. nor take offence. Yet never meant I. with scornful glance.

" He said. Nor careless was the watch by Neptune kept: With them. OEneus. And. And. to the battle I advise That we perforce repair. my father. He there remain'd. num'rous flocks he had. Tydeus. next. wand'ring long. seated on the crest Of spring-abounding Ida. and they. By Agamemnon led. but to rouse The spirits of some. despise it not. musing. or confront the spears. Saw. went. Sight hateful in her eyes! then ponder'd deep The stag-ey'd Queen. Her husband's brother and her own she saw. how best she might beguile The wakeful mind of aegis-bearing Jove. nor mingle in the fray. bravest of them all. Jove she saw. who. To Argos came. yet again the chiefs And councillors of Troy shall scour in flight The dusty plain. he there espous'd Adrastus' daughter. who dwelt In Pleuron and in lofty Calydon. Though wounded. this appear'd the readiest mode: Herself with art adorning. By the right hand he took. with fondest blandishment . and Agamemnon. In deadly combat meeting. there. the King of men. is the shout. Hear ye the words I speak. and thus address'd: "O son of Atreus. and from the ships and tents Thine eyes shall see them to the city fly. in likeness of an aged man. and orchards stor'd With goodly fruit-trees. and rejoic'd. accursed of the Gods! Nor deem thou that to thee the blessed Gods Are wholly hostile. Atreus' son. The golden-throned Juno downward look'd. onward rush'd. He went. As of one worthless. great is now the joy With which Achilles' savage breast is fill'd. and loudly shouting. not a whit: But perish he. and ev'ry Greek inspir'd With stern resolve to wage unflinching war." He said. who sleeps beneath the Theban soil: To Portheus three brave sons were born. Standing on high Olympus' topmost peak. And all the Greeks in feats of arms excell'd. How stand aloof. Lest wounds to wounds be added. Who sees the slaughter and the rout of Greeks: For nought he has of heart. As of nine thousand or ten thousand men.Yet of a noble sire I boast me sprung. Agrius. was the third. or ignobly born. for they are true: And if my speech be wise. and Melas. Such was the sound which from his ample chest Th' Earth-shaker sent. no. busied in the glory-giving strife. zealous heretofore. own'd a wealthy house. such was the will of Jove And of th' Immortals all. to repair To Ida. My father's father. yet not ourselves To join the combat. With fertile corn-lands round. his words approving.

who of yore From Rhaea took me. Immortal. And on her well-turn'd feet her sandals bound. that crown'd th' imperial head. Tell me thy wish. All earth and Heav'n were with the fragrance fill'd. mighty Queen. Her glitt'ring gems suspended from her ears. And with ambrosia first her lovely skin She purified. careless sleep Around his eyelids and his senses pour. and clos'd the shining doors. Ambrosial. Juno. for since some cause of wrath Has come between them. wilt thou grant. Her chamber straight she sought. And to their former intercourse restore. Comb'd out her flowing locks. That." Whom answer'd thus the laughter-loving Queen: "I ought not. She girt about her. and from th' other Gods apart She call'd to Venus. and I cannot. with artful speech: "Give me the loveliness. by Vulcan built. Her son. by Pallas wrought." To whom great Juno thus. Her dress completed. And all around her grace and beauty shone. in many a curious pattern trac'd. with secret keys secur'd. Her zone. they from rites of love And from the marriage-bed have long abstain'd: Could I unite them by persuasive words. and gentle. to visit old Oceanus. That. bright. Who liest encircled by the arms of Jove. There enter'd she. and with her hand Wreath'd the thick masses of the glossy hair. She donn'd.And female charm. Then o'er her head th' imperial Goddess threw A beauteous veil. Their love and rev'rence were for ever mine. O'er her fair skin this precious oil she spread. I go to visit them. For to the bounteous Earth's extremest bounds I go. to grant it if my pow'r May aught avail." . as thou the Trojan cause?" To whom the laughter-loving Venus thus: "Daughter of Saturn. dear child. breathing forth such odours sweet. from which a hundred tassels hung. when all-seeing Jove Hurl'd Saturn down below the earth and seas. by whom were to the door-posts hung Close-fitting doors. her husband to enfold In love's embrace. in three bright drops. Whereby thou reign'st o'er Gods and men supreme. wav'd above the brazen floor of Jove. and. as sunlight white. in wrath that I Espouse the Greek. with fragrant oil anointing. and reconcile A lengthen'd feud. and pow'r to charm. save herself. the boon I ask? Or wilt thou say me nay. new-wrought. and Tethys. The sire of Gods. And nurs'd me in their home with tend'rest care. and address'd her thus: "Say. A robe ambrosial then. thy pleasure shall be done. With golden brooch beneath her breast confin'd. from her chamber forth She issued. no God might enter in. say thee nay.

For. he his wrath Repress'd. shall deftly frame. Even to the stream of old Oceanus. Rich guerdon shall be thine. there met she Sleep. pour'd His wrath. which my skilful son. then Jove. and in thy bosom hide. that day When from the capture and the sack of Troy That mighty warrior. son of Jove. Their topmost heights. O'er snowy mountains of horse-breeding Thrace. a gorgeous throne. Already once. Vulcan. godlike Thoas' seat. there Love. Do thou his piercing eyes in slumber seal. unwilling to invade the claims Of holy Night. she thus address'd: "Sleep. as thus she spoke: "Take thou from me. A fearful warning I receiv'd. This broider'd cestus. On any other of th' immortal Gods I can with ease exert my slumb'rous pow'r. save by his own desire. whate'er thy wish. universal King of Gods and men. promiscuous. wrought with ev'ry charm To win the heart. rousing the force Of winds tempestuous o'er the stormy sea. When Jove thou seest in my embraces lock'd. Grant me the boon which now I ask. Didst cast him forth on Coos' thriving isle. and Pieria's range. She came. plung'd beneath th' unfathom'd sea.Thus Venus spoke. with sweet constraint I bound the sense of aegis-bearing Jove." Whom answer'd thus the gentle God of Sleep: "Daughter of Saturn." . But Juno down from high Olympus sped. Far from his friends. and. as his hand she clasp'd. awaking. There fond Discourse. Imperial Jove. smil'd the stag-ey'd Queen of Heav'n. there young Desire. nor touch'd the earth. and now thou fain wouldst urge That I another reckless deed essay. but Saturn's son. mighty Queen. This in her hand she plac'd. Her fugitive received me. Whom." Thus Venus. beneath. she soar'd. and from on high Had hurl'd me. obeying thy command. circumfus'd around. O'er sweet Emathia. Me chief his anger sought. twin-born with Death. and from her bosom loos'd Her broider'd cestus. Then Venus to her father's house return'd. smiling. Immortal. a stool Whereon at feasts thy feet may softly rest. and win My ceaseless favour in all time to come. in her bosom hid the gift. But Night. And. the vanquisher of Gods and men. on th' assembled Gods. From Athos then she cross'd the swelling sea. I dare not so approach. Thou shalt not here ungratified return. If ever thou hast listen'd to my voice. Juno. Until to Lemnos. Nor sink in sleep. Prime origin of all. Which oft enthralls the mind of wisest men. golden. set sail. with ill-design. While thou. and there Persuasion dwelt.

Amid the pine's close branches lay ensconc'd. Thy one hand laid upon the fruitful earth. and of the Graces one. Sleep. first They tasted of the secret joys of love. The youngest and the fairest. with thoughts like these perplex thy mind Think'st thou that Jove as ardently desires To aid the men of Troy. The sea they left. that of the Graces one. Like to a mountain bird of shrillest note. heard. and sudden passion fir'd his soul. whither bound. to Ida hast thou come in haste? For horses here or chariot hast thou none. they pass'd From Lemnos. Whom Gods the Chalcis. rejoicing. Juno meanwhile to Ida's summit sped. and Tethys. sub-Tartarean Gods: Then. In spring-abounding Ida. on Lectum first. men the night-hawk call. Skimming their airy way. on thine account From high Olympus hither have I come." To whom thus Juno with deceitful speech Replied: "To fertile earth's extremest bounds I go. their parents' eyes eluding. and. they from rites of love And from the marriage-bed have long abstain'd. as fiercely burn'd His anger on his valiant son's behalf? Grant my request. by the stream of Styx. ere yet he met the eye of Jove. I shall have to wife. While wav'd beneath their feet the lofty woods. The youngest. The sire of Gods. Juno. fairest. and call'd by name On all the Titans. for since some cause of wrath Has come between them. Sleep. and address'd her thus: "From high Olympus. that o'er land and sea Alike my chariot bear." Thus promis'd Juno. Pasithea. and from Imbros. and nurtur'd me with tend'rest care. may of our solemn bond Be witnesses. He saw. Pasithea. She took the oath requir'd. and journey'd o'er the land. And how. Remain'd. There Sleep. Inviolable. Meanwhile at spring-abounding Ida's foot My horses wait me. The tallest growth of Ida. who of yore Receiv'd. As when. I go to visit them. veil'd in cloud. sworn and ratified the oath. and reconcile A lengthen'd feud. to visit old Oceanus. whom my love hath long pursued." He said: nor did the white-arm'd Queen refuse. have to wife. nurse of beasts. He rose to meet her. that on high Flung through the desert air its boughs to Heav'n. The other resting on the sparkling sea. the Cloud-compeller saw. mounted on a lofty pine. That all the Gods who in the nether realms With Saturn dwell. . And answer'd thus: "Swear then the awful oath. To Gargarus.Whom answer'd thus the stag-ey'd Queen of Heav'n: "Why. whom thy love hath long pursued.

that not the sun himself With sharpest beam of light may pierce it through. a fragrant couch. with close-fitting doors secur'd. th' immortal Sire. Clasp'd in his arms his wife. Profuse and soft. . to thee unknown. upspringing from the earth. her who Perseus bore." To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: "Juno. Thither. There on the topmost height of Gargarus. sage in council as the Gods. For all around us I will throw such veil Of golden cloud. As Bacchus. Not for Ixion's beauteous wife. and the godlike might Of Rhadamanthus. There lay they. and 'mid all the Gods Should spread the tale abroad? I could not then Straight to thy house. By sleep and love subdued. joy of men. whence heav'nly dews distill'd. of whom was born In Thebes the mighty warrior Hercules. if. and to the Grecian ships In haste repairing. Acrisius' daughter. As now with fond desire for thee I burn. for very shame. Thou hast thy secret chamber. nor for thyself. if such thy pleasure. Crocus and hyacinth." To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: "Juno. and lotus dew-besprent. in the face of day. dread son of Saturn. go we now. that short-liv'd triumph they may gain. nor for Semele. to the Greeks thy ready aid Afford. golden-tressed Queen. While slumber holds the eyes of Jove. of Semele: No. nor for Ceres. Th' observ'd of all. all around them spread a veil Of golden cloud. for I In sweet unconsciousness have drown'd his sense. Nor for Alcmena fair. who bore Pirithous. And let us now in love's delights indulge: For never yet did such a flood of love For Goddess or for mortal fill my soul. thy visit yet awhile defer.Lest it displease thee. nor noble Phoenix' child. Nor for Latona bright. dost thou speak? If here on Ida. nor fear the eye of God or man." Thus saying. in his arms he clasp'd his wife. Then Sleep arose. repos'd in peace. How if some other of th' immortal Gods Should find us sleeping. But if indeed such passion fill thy soul. The teeming earth beneath them caus'd to spring The tender grass. and standing at his side Thus to the God his winged words address'd: "Now. Who bore me Minos." To whom thus Juno with deceitful speech: "What words. I sought the Ocean's deeply-flowing stream. return. Neptune. built for thee By Vulcan. to th' Earth-shaking King His tidings bore. We celebrate the mystic rites of love. Nor the neat-footed maiden Danae.

Long-bladed. when Ocean's dark-hair'd King And Priam's noble son were met in arms. Ulysses. vivid as the lightning's flash: Yet in the deadly strife he might not join. Hector was wroth. Less loud the roar of Ocean's wave. and back he sprang For safety to his comrades' shelt'ring ranks: But mighty Ajax Telamon upheav'd . in whose arms he lies. and chang'd the arms. The Kings themselves. Though bold he be. that driv'n By stormy Boreas. Where the two belts. who straight before him stood. Than rose the cry of Trojans and of Greeks. with furious shout." He said. and call'd aloud: "Again. Then fiercer grew. Less loud the wind. Great Hector threw his spear. and Priam's son. Neptune sprang forth in front. Though sorely wounded. in our hands Grasping our longest spears. to dare the fight. Less loud the crackling of the flames that rage In the deep forest of some mountain glen." He said. Hear then my counsel: let us all agree. yet the troops array'd. and endless glory gain? Such is his boast and menace. As with loud clamour met th' opposing hosts. Thro'out the ranks they pass'd. and don the larger shield. our heads With flashing helmets guarded. th' Earth-shaker led them on: In his broad hand an awful sword he bore. and more intense the strain Of furious fight. Hector meantime the Trojan troops array'd. The bravest donn'd the best. And if.Beguil'd by Juno. these two his life preserv'd. At Ajax first. shall our remissness yield The victory to Hector. this the Trojans. To seize our ships. since in wrath Achilles still beside his ships remains. Girt with our best and broadest shields. His silver-studded sword the other. the one which bore his shield. Myself will lead you on. and vanish'd 'mid the tribes of men: But fir'd with keener zeal to aid the Greeks. Yet him we scarce should miss. with some meaner man Let him exchange. As each. High tow'rd the tents uprose the surging sea. Diomed. And mighty Agamemnon. Atreus' son. will fear with me to cope. that the Greeks. breaks upon the beach. And aided. the rest. to wildest fury rous'd. any bear Too small a buckler. But kindled terror in the minds of men. among our bravest. Priam's son. met Across his breast. Howls in the branches of the lofty oaks. if we. the worse the worst. that from his stalwart hand The spear had flown in vain. But firmly stood for mutual defence. Forward they mov'd. encounter'd each. nor miss'd his aim. When with their dazzling armour all were girt. and they assenting heard his speech. ye Greeks.

he disgorg'd The clotted blood.A pond'rous stone. With sudden spring assailing. On rush'd. circling as it flew. And serv'd to prop the ships. with joyous shout. Oileus' son Thrust through the flank: he fell. approaching near. thick flew the spears: Yet none might reach or wound the fallen chief. all around That scatter'd lay beneath the warriors' feet. Valiant AEneas. with charioteer and well-wrought car. Him then. press'd the Greeks. and struck Through the right shoulder Prothoenor. the near beholder stands. eddying. When Hector from the field they saw withdrawn. Godlike Agenor. Polydamas. So in the dust the might of Hector lay: Dropp'd from his hand the spear." Thus he. and the noble Glaucus stood. the shield and helm Fell with him. his flying coursers stood. while in their arms His comrades bore him from the battle-field. loud his polished armour rang. Thus with triumphant boast Polydamas: "From the strong hand of Panthous' noble son Methinks that not in vain the spear has flown: A Greek now bears it off. and o'er his corpse Trojans and Greeks in stubborn fight engag'd. Clutch'd with his palms the ground. Oileus' active son. appall'd. Nor did the rest not aid. And darkling shades of night his eyes o'erspread. Which bore him. and he. As by the bolt of Heav'n Uprooted. then. and Polydamas. Then on his knees half rising. Broad-flowing. he. The mass he hurl'd. shouting loud. With whirling motion. May use it as a staff to Pluto's realm. he lifted up awhile his eyes. son Of Areilycus. And dash'd the cooling water on his brow: Reviv'd. but backward to the earth. their shields' broad orbs Before him still they held. In hope to seize the spoil. and the Lycian chief Sarpedon. right through was driv'n The sturdy spear. For gather'd close around. Bereft of strength. the bravest all. Foremost of all. with one of these. the Greeks with pain his vaunting heard. To where. perchance. on the ground they laid him down. the sons of Greece. But Panthous' son a swift avenger came. again he fell. with brandish'd spear. Satnius slew: Him a fair Naiad nymph to OEnops bore. rolling in the dust. above the shield He smote him on the breast. Who by the banks of Satnois kept his herds. below the throat. deeply groaning. And awestruck hears the thunder-peal of Jove. by immortal Jove Begotten. Beyond the fight. The sulph'rous vapour taints the air. . But when the ford was reach'd of Xanthus' stream. prostrate lies some forest oak. tow'rd the town. Onward. of many. Still by the blow subdu'd. As Hector backward stepp'd. with zeal redoubled.

Thrusting the eyeball out. As neither shall the wife of Promachus. and ere or knee or leg. And backward through the head. then bitter grief Possess'd the Trojans' souls. with glad smile Her husband's coming hail. whom close beside The dead had fall'n. an only son. who fain Would by the feet have drawn away the dead: Then Acamas. when home from Troy . in boasting measureless! Not ours alone the labour and the loss Of battle. May this be deem'd for Prothoenor's death A full equivalent? no common man He seems. Then Ajax. and nostrils struck the ground. 'scap'd the stroke of fate. exulting. the Greeks with pain his vaunting heard. who now. of all the Trojans most Belov'd of Hermes. not long unpaid the debt Due for my brother's blood! 'Tis well for him Who leaves a brother to avenge his fate. subdued Beneath my spear. down to earth he sank. next he slew Ilioneus. Lord Of num'rous flocks. on Acamas he sprang. remaining still infix'd The sturdy spear. His mother bore. the sever'd head and helm Together fell.But chief it rous'd the spirit within the breast Of Ajax Telamon. the gory head Uplifting. he at Polydamas. then he. the son of Phorbas. and tell me true. thus: "Say now. Polydamas. the topmost joint. To him Ilioneus. Retreating. Behold where lies your Promachus. Antenor's son. Who waited not th' encounter. Forward he fell." Thus he. for Heav'n had will'd his death: The spine it struck. though well he knew. to the Trojans vaunting cried: "Go now. cried aloud: "Ye wretched Greeks. Guarding his brother's body. But young Archilochus. where met The head and neck. His head." Thus he. ye Trojans! bid that in the house Of brave Ilioneus his parents raise The voice of wailing for their gallant son. springing sideways. and born of no ignoble race. who his wealth increas'd. hurl'd in haste his glitt'ring spear. The son of Alegenor. He. or perchance His son. the spear was driv'n: With hands extended. ye too have your share of death. and mouth. with his spear Slew the Boeotian Promachus. for through the eye. beneath the brow And through the socket of the eye was struck. Receiv'd the spear. in his turn. the likeness speaks him near akin. exulting. and both the tendons broke. But Peneleus his weighty sword let fall Full on his neck. but Acamas. But chief it rous'd the spirit within the breast Of Peneleus. Valiant Antenor's brother.

to chase the flying foe. who on Olympus dwell. And Prothoon. Teucer Periphetes slew. after much reluctance and passion. and attempt to fire the first line of the fleet. AND THE ACTS OF AJAX. ARGUMENT. the Trojans rush in. and darkness clos'd his eyes. sees the Trojans repulsed from the trenches. and pale with fear." Thus as he spoke. THE FIFTH BATTLE. attempts with extraordinary address to incense them against Jupiter. she is then sent to Iris and Apollo.We sons of Greece. He breaks down the first part of the Grecian wall. awaking. BOOK XV. Meriones Hippotion gave to death. brings him back to the battle. who to battle led The warlike Mysians. but is prevented by Minerva. and Neptune at the head of the Greeks. Each looking round to seek escape from death. Now when the Trojans had recross'd the trench And palisades. and in their headlong flight Many had fall'n by Grecian swords. But chiefest slaughter of the Trojans wrought Oileus' active son. but are yet repelled by the greater Ajax with a prodigious slaughter. in particular she touches Mars with a violent resentment. when Jove had fill'd Their souls with fear. when th' Earth-shaker turn'd the tide of war. as the grinding spear Drain'd all his vitals. Who. Juno. Iris commands Neptune to leave the battle. who appeases him by her submissions. then Jove on Ida's height At golden-throned Juno's side awoke. he consents. Rising. And Morys. Iris and Apollo obey the orders of Jupiter. he is highly incensed at the artifice of Juno. pale fear possess'd them all. Menelaus. Hector in a swoon. . repairing to the assembly of the gods. Apollo reinspires Hector with vigour. ye Nine. marches before him with his aegis. to which. made head awhile Beside their cars. AT THE SHIPS. through the gaping wound His spirit escap'd. Jupiter. First bore away his foeman's bloody spoils? Great Ajax Telamon first Hyrtius smote. with vict'ry crown'd. the rest. he saw the Trojans and the Greeks. and turns the fortune of the fight. Say now. next Antilochus From Mermerus and Phalces stripp'd their arms. of all the Greeks No foot so swift as his. return. Routed. The son of Gyrtius. through the flank Smote Hyperenor. he is ready to take arms.

and brought him back. well pleas'd. o'er the wat'ry waste With fell intent didst send. senseless he lay. blood gushing from his mouth. and aids the Greeks. how strong soe'er his wish. of thy vile deceit. For by no feeble hand the blow was dealt. And thus. the weightiest oath Of solemn pow'r to bind the blessed Gods. Her answer heard. triumphant." He said. to Juno spoke: "This. Wherewith thou hast deceived me. If any so had ventur'd. and terror seiz'd the stag-ey'd Queen. Who thus with winged words address'd her Lord: "By Earth I swear. and to thy feet Attach'd two pond'rous anvils. Cast him ashore on Coos' fruitful isle. His comrades standing round. Neptune. Drawing short breath. pours his wrath. with Boreas. while behind them press'd The Greeks. and tempest-toss'd. my counsel were to shape his course. which none might break? There didst thou hang amid the clouds of Heav'n. with sternest glance. Juno. and thy hands With golden fetters bound. and Trojans driv'n to flight: Nor know I but thyself mayst reap the fruit. obedient to thy will. is thy work! thy wicked wiles Have Hector quell'd. nor hope to gain By all thy lavish'd blandishments of love." She said. I rescued him from thence. and hither send . Through all Olympus' breadth the Gods were wroth. And Stygian stream beneath.Those in confusion. In this he but obeys his own desire. By thine own sacred head. Who looks with pity on the Grecian host Beside their ships o'erborne. obedient to thy will and mine. and yon broad Heav'n above. Go to th' assembled Gods. must change His course. O cloud-girt King. By shameful scourging. Pitying. Whose holy tie I never could forswear. our nuptial bed. and thus with gracious smile: "If. After long toil. Yet was not quench'd My wrath on godlike Hercules' account. With little left of life. Neptune in their midst: He saw too Hector stretch'd upon the plain. in synod of the Gods Thy counsels shall indeed with mine agree. to Argos' grassy plains. And if in all sincerity thou speak. Whom thou. Yet dar'd not one approach to set thee free. Hast thou forgotten how in former times I hung thee from on high. the Sire of Gods and men beheld. that thou mayst learn To cease thy treach'rous wiles. This to thy mind I bring. the Sire of Gods and men. stag-ey'd Queen. That not by my suggestion and advice Earth-shaking Neptune on the Trojan host. him had I Hurl'd from Heav'n's threshold till to earth he fell. and betray'd. and could my words Prevail. And Hector.

Iris, and Phoebus of the silver bow; That she may to the Grecian camp repair, And bid that Neptune from the battle-field Withdraw, and to his own domain retire; While Phoebus Hector to the fight restores, Inspiring new-born vigour, and allaying The mortal pains which bow his spirit down: Then, heartless fear infusing in the Greeks, Put them to flight, that flying they may fall Beside Achilles' ships; his comrade then, Patroclus, he shall send to battle forth To be by Hector slain, in front of Troy; Yet not to fall till many valiant youths Have felt his prowess; and, amid the rest, My son, Sarpedon; by his comrade's death Enrag'd, Achilles Hector shall subdue; Thenceforth my counsel is, that from the ships The Trojan force shall still be backward driv'n, Until at length, by Pallas' deep designs, The Greeks possess the lofty walls of Troy. Yet will not I my anger intermit, Nor suffer other of th' immortal Gods To aid the Greeks, till Peleus' son behold His wish accomplish'd, and the boon obtain'd I promis'd once, and with a nod confirm'd, That day when sea-born Thetis clasp'd my knees, And pray'd me to avenge her warrior son." Thus he; the white-arm'd Queen of Heav'n submiss His mandate heard; and from th' Idaean mount With rapid flight to high Olympus sped. Swift as the mind of man, who many a land Hath travell'd o'er, and with reflective thought Recalls, "here was I such a day, or here," And in a moment many a scene surveys; So Juno sped o'er intervening space; Olympus' heights she reach'd, and in the house Of Jove appear'd amid th' assembled Gods. They at her coming rose, with golden cups Greeting their Queen's approach; the rest she pass'd, And from the hand of fair-fac'd Themis took The proffer'd cup, who first had run to meet, And thus with winged words address'd the Queen: "Juno, why com'st thou hither? and with looks Of one distraught with, fear? hath Saturn's son, Thy mighty Lord, thus sore affrighted thee?" To whom the white-arm'd Goddess, Juno, thus: "Forbear thy questions, Themis; well thou know'st How haughty and imperious is his mind; Thou for the Gods in haste prepare the feast; Then shalt thou learn, amid th' Immortals all, What evil he designs; nor all, I ween, His counsels will approve, or men, or Gods, Though now in blissful ignorance they feast." She said, and sat; the Gods, oppress'd with care, Her farther speech awaited; on her lips There dwelt indeed a smile, but not a ray Pass'd o'er her dark'ning brow, as thus her wrath

Amid th' assembled Gods found vent in words: "Fools are we all, who madly strive with Jove, Or hope, by access to his throne, to sway, By word or deed, his course; from all apart, He all our counsels heeds not, but derides; And boasts o'er all th' immortal Gods to reign In unapproach'd pre-eminence of pow'r. Prepare then each his sev'ral woe to bear; On Mars e'en now, methinks, the blow hath fall'n; Since in the fight, the man he loves the best, And boasts his son, Ascalaphus, is slain." She said; and Mars, enrag'd, his brawny thigh Smote with his hands, and thus, lamenting, spoke: "Blame not, ye Gods, who on Olympus dwell, That to the Grecian ships I haste, to avenge My slaughter'd son, though blasted by Heav'n's fire 'Twere mine 'mid corpses, blood, and dust to lie." He said, and gave command to Fear and Flight To yoke his ear; and donn'd his glitt'ring arms. Then from the throne of Jove had heavier wrath And deeper vengeance on th' Immortals fall'n, But Pallas, in alarm for all the Gods, Quitting in haste the throne whereon she sat, Sprang past the vestibule, and from his head The helmet lifted, from his arm the shield; Took from his sturdy hand, and rear'd upright, The brazen spear; then with reproachful words She thus assail'd th' impetuous God of War; "Frantic, and passion-maddened, thou art lost! Hast thou no ears to hear! or are thy mind And sense of rev'rence utterly destroyed? Or heard'st thou not what white-arm'd Juno spoke, Fresh from the presence of Olympian Jove? Wouldst thou, thine evil destiny fulfill'd, By hard constraint, despite thy grief, be driv'n Back to Olympus; and to all the rest Confusion and disaster with thee bring? At once from valiant Trojans and from Greeks His thoughts would be diverted, and his wrath Embroil Olympus, and on all alike, Guilty or not, his anger would be pour'd. Waive then thy vengeance for thy gallant son; Others as brave of heart, as strong of arm, Have fall'n, and yet must fall; and vain th' attempt To watch at once o'er all the race of men." Thus saying, to his seat again she forc'd Th' impetuous Mars: meanwhile, without the house, Juno, by Jove's command, Apollo call'd, And Iris, messenger from God to God; And thus to both her winged words address'd: "Jove bids you with all speed to Ida haste; And when, arriv'd, before his face ye stand, Whate'er he orders, that observe and do."

Thus Juno spoke, and to her throne return'd; While they to spring-abounding Ida's heights, Wild nurse of forest beasts, pursued their way; Th' all-seeing son of Saturn there they found Upon the topmost crag of Gargarus, An incense-breathing cloud around him spread. Before the face of cloud-compelling Jove They stood; well-pleas'd he witness'd their approach In swift obedience to his consort's words, And thus to Iris first his speech address'd: "Haste thee, swift Iris, and to Ocean's King My message bear, nor misreporting aught, Nor aught omitting; from the battle-field Bid him retire, and join th' assembled Gods, Or to his own domain of sea withdraw. If my commands he heed not, nor obey, Let him consider in his inmost soul If, mighty though he be, he dare await My hostile coming; mightier far than him, His elder born; nor may his spirit aspire To rival me, whom all regard with awe." He said; swift-footed Iris, at the word, From Ida's heights to sacred Ilium sped. Swift as the snow-flakes from the clouds descend, Or wintry hail before the driving blast Of Boreas, ether-born; so swift to Earth Descended Iris; by his side she stood, And with these words th' Earth-shaking God address'd: "A message, dark-hair'd Circler of the Earth, To thee I bring from AEgis-bearing Jove. He bids thee straightway from the battle-field Retire, and either join th' assembled Gods, Or to thine own domain of sea withdraw. If his commands thou heed not, nor obey, Hither he menaces himself to come, And fight against thee; but he warns thee first, Beware his arm, as mightier far than thee, Thine elder born; nor may thy spirit aspire To rival him, whom all regard with awe." To whom in tow'ring wrath th' Earth-shaking God: "By Heav'n, though great he be, he yet presumes Somewhat too far, if me, his equal born, He seeks by force to baffle of my will. We were three brethren, all of Rhaea born To Saturn; Jove and I, and Pluto third, Who o'er the nether regions holds his sway. Threefold was our partition; each obtain'd His meed of honour due; the hoary Sea By lot my habitation was assign'd; The realms of Darkness fell to Pluto's share; Broad Heav'n, amid the sky and clouds, to Jove; But Earth, and high Olympus, are to all A common heritage; nor will I walk To please the will of Jove; though great he be, With his own third contented let him rest: Nor let him think that I, as wholly vile, Shall quail before his arm; his lofty words

Were better to his daughters and his sons Address'd, his own begotten; who perforce Must listen to his mandates, and obey." To whom swift-footed Iris thus replied: "Is this, then, dark-hair'd Circler of the Earth, The message, stern and haughty, which to Jove Thou bidd'st me bear? perchance thine angry mood May bend to better counsels; noblest minds Are easiest bent; and o'er superior age Thou know'st th' avenging Furies ever watch." To whom Earth-shaking Neptune thus replied: "Immortal Iris, weighty are thy words, And in good season spoken; and 'tis well When envoys are by sound discretion led. Yet are my heart and mind with grief oppress'd, When me, his equal both by birth and fate, He seeks with haughty words to overbear. I yield, but with indignant sense of wrong. This too I say, nor shall my threat be vain: Let him remember, if in my despite, 'Gainst Pallas', Juno's, Hermes', Vulcan's will, He spare to overthrow proud Ilium's tow'rs, And crown with victory the Grecian arms, The feud between us never can be heal'd." Th' Earth-shaker said, and from the field withdrew Beneath the ocean wave, the warrior Greeks His loss deploring; to Apollo then The Cloud-compeller thus his speech address'd: "Go straight to Hector of the brazen helm, Good Phoebus; for beneath the ocean wave Th' Earth-shaker hath withdrawn, escaping thus My high displeasure; had he dar'd resist, The tumult of our strife had reach'd the Gods Who in the nether realms with Saturn dwell. Yet thus 'tis better, both for me and him, That, though indignant, to my will he yields; For to compel him were no easy task. Take thou, and wave on high thy tassell'd shield, The Grecian warriors daunting: thou thyself, Far-darting King, thy special care bestow On noble Hector; so restore his strength And vigour, that in panic to their ships, And the broad Hellespont, the Greeks be driv'n. Then will I so by word and deed contrive That they may gain fresh respite from their toil." He said, nor did Apollo not obey His Sire's commands; from Ida's heights he flew, Like to a falcon, swooping on a dove, Swiftest of birds; then Priam's son he found, The godlike Hector, stretch'd at length no more, But sitting, now to consciousness restor'd, With recognition looking on his friends; The cold sweat dried, nor gasping now for breath, Since by the will of AEgis-bearing Jove To life new waken'd; close beside him stood

The Far-destroyer, and address'd him thus: "Hector, thou son of Priam, why apart From all thy comrades art thou sitting here, Feeble and faint? What trouble weighs thee down?" To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm With falt'ring voice: "Who art thou, Prince of Gods, Who thus enquirest of me? know'st thou not How a huge stone, by mighty Ajax hurl'd, As on his comrades by the Grecian ships I dealt destruction, struck me on the breast, Dash'd to the earth, and all my vigour quell'd? I deem'd in sooth this day my soul, expir'd, Should see the dead, and Pluto's shadowy realm." To whom again the far-destroying King: "Be of good cheer; from Saturn's son I come From Ida's height to be thy guide and guard; Phoebus Apollo, of the golden sword, I, who of old have thy protector been, Thee and thy city guarding. Rise then straight; Summon thy num'rous horsemen; bid them drive Their flying cars to assail the Grecian ships: I go before: and will thy horses' way Make plain and smooth, and daunt the warrior Greeks." His words fresh vigour in the chief infus'd. As some proud steed, at well-fill'd manger fed, His halter broken, neighing, scours the plain, And revels in the widely-flowing stream To bathe his sides; then tossing high his head, While o'er his shoulders streams his ample mane, Light-borne on active limbs, in conscious pride, To the wide pastures of the mares he flies; So vig'rous, Hector plied his active limbs, His horsemen summoning at Heav'n's command. As when a rustic crowd of men and dogs Have chas'd an antler'd stag, or mountain goat, That 'mid the crags and thick o'ershadowing wood Hath refuge found, and baffled their pursuit: If, by the tumult rous'd, a lion stand, With bristling mane, before them, back they turn, Check'd in their mid career; ev'n so the Greeks, Who late in eager throngs were pressing on, Thrusting with swords and double-pointed spears, When Hector moving through the ranks they saw, Recoil'd, and to their feet their courage fell. To whom thus Thoas spoke, Andraemon's son, AEtolia's bravest warrior, skill'd to throw The jav'lin, dauntless in the stubborn fight; By few surpass'd in speech, when in debate In full assembly Grecian youths contend. He thus with prudent speech began, and said: "Great is the marvel which our eyes behold, That Hector see again to life restor'd, Escap'd the death we hop'd him to have met Beneath the hands of Ajax Telamon. Some God hath been his guard, and Hector sav'd,

Whose arm hath slack'd the knees of many a Greek: So will he now; for not without the aid Of Jove, the Lord of thunder, doth he stand So boldly forth, so eager for the fight. Hear, then, and all by my advice be rul'd: Back to the ships dismiss the gen'ral crowd; While of our army we, the foremost men, Stand fast, and meeting him with levell'd spears, Hold him in check; and he, though brave, may fear To throw himself amid our serried ranks." He said: they heard, and all obey'd his words: The mighty Ajax, and Idomeneus The King, and Teucer, and Meriones, And Meges, bold as Mars, with all their best, Their stedfast battle rang'd, to wait th' assault Of Hector and his Trojans; while behind, Th' unwarlike many to the ships retir'd. The Trojan mass came on, by Hector led With haughty stride; before him Phoebus went, His shoulders veil'd in cloud; his arm sustain'd The awful AEgis, dread to look on, hung With shaggy tassels round and dazzling bright; Which Vulcan, skilful workman, gave to Jove, To scatter terror 'mid the souls of men. This on his arm, the Trojan troops he led. Firm stood the mass of Greeks; from either side Shrill clamours rose; and fast from many a string The arrows flew, and many a jav'lin, hurl'd By vig'rous arms; some buried in the flesh Of stalwart youths, and many, ere they reach'd Their living mark, fell midway on the plain, Fix'd in the ground, in vain athirst for blood. While Phoebus motionless his AEgis held, Thick flew the shafts, and fast the people fell On either side; but when he turn'd its flash Full in the faces of the astonish'd Greeks, And shouted loud, their spirits within them quail'd, Their fiery courage borne in mind no more. As when two beasts of prey, at dead of night. With sudden onset scatter wide a herd Of oxen, or a num'rous flock of sheep, Their keepers absent; so unnerv'd by fear The Greeks dispers'd; such panic 'mid their ranks, That vict'ry so might crown the Trojan arms, Apollo sent; and as the masses broke, Each Trojan slew his man; by Hector's hand Fell Stichius and Arcesilas; the one, The leader of Boeotia's brass-clad host, The other, brave Menestheus' trusted friend. AEneas Medon slew, and Iasus; Medon, the great Oileus' bastard son, Brother of Ajax; he in Phylace, Far from his native home, was driv'n to dwell; Since one to Eriopis near akin, His sire Oileus' wife, his hand had slain: And Iasus, th' Athenian chief, was deem'd The son of Sphelus, son of Bucolus. Polydamas amid the foremost ranks Mecistes slew, Polites Echius,

by the ships they fought With double-pointed spears. and cast down the wall. and offer'd up his pray'r For safe return. with double zeal. to ev'ry God address'd their pray'r: And chief. Apollo. Press'd on the Greeks. with answ'ring shout And noise unspeakable. and loudly through the ranks Call'd on the Trojans. as when a child upon the beach. and thine assenting nod Confirm'd thy promise. the Trojans pour'd. Nor let the Greeks to Trojan arms succumb. So. with warlike ardour fir'd. sentest panic through their souls. which late in play he rais'd. as the mind of Jove they knew. Phoebus. These on their chariots. While each exhorted each. As o'er the bulwarks of a ship pour down The mighty billows of the wide-path'd sea. as he heard the pray'r Of Neleus' aged son. their heads encas'd in brass. beneath the shoulder struck Deiocus. but before the wall Our city's dogs his mangled flesh shall tear." Thus Nestor pray'd. The cars admitted. urg'd on with him Their harness'd steeds. prop of Greece. and hand to hand. 'mid the crowd of fugitives Shot from behind." He said.Agenor Olonius. Gerenian Nestor. with hands and feet o'erthrows The mound of sand. the wall. and on his horses' shoulder point Let fall the lash. the Grecian toil and pains Confounding. loud thunder'd from on high The Lord of counsel. that tosses high the waves. with shouts. they. my hand shall doom him on the spot. For him no fun'ral pyre his kin shall light. and leave the bloody spoils: "Whom I elsewhere. And fill'd it in. Apollo bore His AEgis o'er them. So down the wall. . The Trojans. on the lofty decks Of their dark vessels those. With hands uplifted tow'rd the starry Heav'n: "O Father Jove! if any e'er to Thee On corn-clad plains of Argos burnt the fat Of bulls and sheep. Trod down with ease th' embankment of the ditch. Thus hemm'd beside the ships they made their stand. stave off the pitiless day of doom. and all. hard-press'd. with hands Outstretch'd. and o'er it bridg'd a way Level and wide. Easy. O remember now His pray'r. O'er this their columns pass'd. Driv'n by the blast. far as a jav'lin's flight Hurl'd by an arm that proves its utmost strength. and gain'd. Compact and strong. while from Paris' hand An arrow. thou. Through ditch and palisades promiscuous dash'd The flying Greeks. and through his chest was driv'n: These while the Trojans of their arms despoil'd. and from the ships aloof Shall find. with pond'rous spars Which on the ships were stor'd for naval war. in the van. In wanton play. While loudly Hector to the Trojans call'd To assail the ships. Or male or female.

On Trojans and on Lycians call'd aloud: "Trojans and Lycians. Thund'ring he fell. in cunning workman's hand. Others round other ships maintain'd the war. Who knows but Heav'n may grant me to succeed? For great is oft a friend's persuasive pow'r. endur'd The onset of the Trojans. of Cythera. nor he repel The foe who came protected by a God. we have lost a faithful friend. in firm array. and smiting on his thigh With either palm. though in numbers less. when his eyes his kinsman saw By the dark vessel. Then Ajax. so fierce the storm Of battle rages. prostrate in the dust. Nor those again the Grecian masses break. But Hector that of Ajax sought alone. near to Ajax dwelt). and urge him to the war. but miss'd his aim. his limbs relax'd in death. and quickly on his errand sped. haste to save the son Of Clytius. yet Lycophron. Of pow'r to charm away the bitter pains." At Ajax. Nor Hector Ajax from his post could move. son of Clytius. His comrade. shudd'ring. And force their passage through the ships and tents. But Hector. and dropp'd his hand the torch. . As tow'rd the ship a blazing torch he bore. And routed Greeks in panic flight he saw. And burn the ship with fire. repel. A vessel's plank is smooth and even laid. in this press of war Slack not your efforts." He said. Deeply he groan'd. Then noble Ajax with his jav'lin smote Caletor. So level lay the balance of the fight.While yet beyond the ships. how great soe'er thy need. and pierc'd the brain: from the tall prow Backwards he fell. above the ear He struck. For that one ship they two unwearied toil'd. but th' attendants' care Will all thy wants supply. Meanwhile the Greeks. as he spoke. on his brother call'd: "Good Teucer. And healing unguents to his wound applied. Patroclus still Within the tent of brave Eurypylus Remaining. while I in haste Achilles seek. nor let Greeks his arms possess. through the breast. Who 'mid their throng of ships has nobly fall'n. As by a rule. his gleaming spear He threw. Who all his art by Pallas' aid has learnt. fam'd In close encounter. with his converse sooth'd the chief. about the wall The Greeks and Trojans fought. nor could these The assailants. in anguish thus he spoke: "Eurypylus. and ye Dardans. Mastor's son (Who flying from Cythera's lovely isle With guilt of bloodshed. Standing beside the chief. But when the Trojans pouring o'er the wall. I can no longer stay.

Let us not tamely yield. with command To keep good watch. And snapp'd the newly-twisted string. to Protiaon's son. for from behind The fateful arrow struck him through the neck. and had the shaft The life of Hector quench'd in mid career. The bow's well-twisted string he snapp'd in twain. and swiftly stood by Ajax' side. who saw the weapon marr'd. As Teucer drew. there in Hector's cause. but o'er him hung the doom Which none might turn aside. wrench'd the bow. with horsehair plume. The noble son of Panthous." Whom answer'd thus great Ajax Telamon: "O friend. with sharpen'd point of brass: Then ran. And well-stor'd quiver: on the Trojans fast He pour'd his shafts. and all his care bestow'd To guide his horses. To Trojans and to Lycians call'd aloud: "Trojans and Lycians. And stay'd their course. And stood beside him. then he gave them. if yield we must. Then to his brother. Down from the car he fell. who watch'd O'er Hector's life. the brass-tipp'd arrow flew Wide of the mark. our Cytheran guest. That nodded. Then 'mid the foremost join'd again the fray. o'er his brow. to face the foe. he the reins Held in his hand. and thyself Stand forth. leave there thine arrows and thy bow. Teucer heard. Again at Hector of the brazen helm An arrow Teucer aim'd. and urge the rest. And where thy trusty bow. and Troy's. his hand Grasp'd the firm spear. Our well-built ships. where'er the throng Was thickest.The son of Mastor. my swift-wing'd shafts to bear. all aghast. Marr'd by some God who grudges our renown. some God our best-laid schemes of war Confounds. for. Clitus. he cried: "O Heav'n. and ye Dardans fam'd . Astynous. but nobly dare the fight. the comrade of Polydamas. Not long the fight had rag'd around the ships: But Jove's all-seeing eye beheld. The startled horses whirl'd the empty car. and Teucer in the tent Bestowed his bow. who from my hand hath. and dropp'd his hand the bow. and still be near at hand. Where are then Thine arrows." "Thus Ajax spoke. Hector meanwhile. Apollo's gift?" Thus Ajax. and ran in haste. who now Lies slain by noble Hector. which I But late attach'd. and struck Pisenor's son. swerving aside. well-wrought. Whom as a father all rever'd. He still was found. Them first the King Polydamas beheld. with his bended bow. and on his firm-set head A helm he plac'd. fearful. and cast Thy shield about thy shoulders. But take in hand thy pond'rous spear. and Teucer's hopes deceiv'd. and o'er his shoulders threw His fourfold shield. swift-wing'd messengers of fate.

sav'd from harm:* The corslet Phyleus brought from Ephyra. . Perimedes' son.In close encounter. the blow evaded. And rush'd upon him. Close to our ships. Against the ships your wonted valour show. while we his favour gain. on th' other side Ajax the captain of the foot o'ercame. and thrust at Meges' shield. spearman skill'd. Ajax. And from his corpse the victor stripp'd his arms. thund'ring he fell. Greeks! this very hour decides If we must perish. Antenor's noble son. but the spear Smote Croesmus through the breast. who this day Shall meet his doom. slew. The proud Epeians' leader." His words fresh courage rous'd in ev'ry breast. King of men. Easy 'tis to trace O'er human wars th' o'erruling hand of Jove. and home. By Selles' stream. the prince of men. Then Hector Schedius." His words fresh courage rous'd in ev'ry breast. before our eyes. Which from destruction now preserv'd his son. E'en let him die! a glorious death is his Who for his country falls. And if there be among you. The Thracian leader. hath Jove destroy'd A chieftain's weapon. Nor better counsel can for us be found. Bestow'd it as a friendly gift. and dying. Laodamas. son of Lampus. how. him he miss'd. Son of Laomedon). assail'd (The son of Lampus he. With breast and back-piece fitted. Stooping. Euphetes. on th' other side. Well train'd in ev'ry point of war. quit ye now like men. For Phoebus will'd not Panthous' son should fall In the front rank contending. Hector cheers his forces on? Not to the dance. by meaner men beset. he minishes. or be sav'd. Him Dolops. wife. 'Twere better far at once to die. burning to destroy Our vessels. withholding aid. address'd the Greeks: "Shame on ye. Pour then your force united on the ships. but Polydamas. if Hector of the glancing helm Shall burn our ships. from close at hand Forward he sprang. in dire distress. but to the fight he calls. While of his arms Polydamas despoil'd Cyllenian Otus. than live Hemm'd in and straiten'd thus. Meges saw. leaves Preserv'd from danger. But him the solid corslet which he wore. by sword or arrow slain. on foot can reach his home? Or hear ye not. to wear In battle for a guard from hostile spears. friend of Phyleus' son. To whom he gives the prize of victory. E'en now. And whom. children. when the Greeks Embarking hence shall take their homeward way. Than in close fight with heart and hand to join. and can ye hope That each. His heritage uninjur'd. and ward Destruction from our ships. As now the Greeks.

There. quit ye now like men. stand we idly thus? Doth not thy slaughter'd kinsmen touch thy heart? See how they rush on Dolops' arms to seize. as on he came. and from behind his shoulder pierc'd. and aim to reach some Trojan's life. Melanippus. ere the foes appear'd. fir'd by his words. which from its lair disturb'd A hunter's shaft has struck. of Dolops unobserv'd He stood. But hand to hand. though against them Jove Led on the Trojans. Icetaon's son." He said. advanc'd the two to seize the spoils. belov'd as Priam's son. Sev'ring the horsehair plume. the crown Of Dolops' brass-bound." He said. and thus address'd: "Why. The point. The valiant Melanippus. Or lofty Troy. "Brave comrades. Him Hector call'd by name. and pond'ring well his words. till or the Greeks be slain. brilliant late With crimson dye. now lay defil'd in dust. through his breast Was driv'n. Glancing around him. and led the way. as with a wall of brass The ships they guarded. or more light of foot. who. nor flew the spear in vain. fall. its course pursuing. Bear a stout heart. . So. Forthwith. he erewhile. then from the crowd Spring forth. Brave Melanippus. Melanippus. None stronger hurls the spear. but chief on Icetaon's son. him follow'd straight The godlike chief. Thund'ring he fell. with all her children. On all. with keen-edg'd spear. than thou. he dwelt In Priam's house. And cried. and pois'd his glitt'ring spear. of all the Greeks Is none more active. and in the stubborn fight Let each to other mutual succour give. But warlike Menelaus to the aid Of Meges came. Forth sprang Antilochus. By mutual succour more are sav'd than fall. But loudly Hector on his kinsmen call'd. but not unmark'd Of Hector's eye. Yet fought he on. Forth sprang the youth. Menelaus then With stirring words Antilochus address'd: "Antilochus. he withdrew. horsehair-crested helm. But through the breast it pierc'd. they stood. 'mid the Trojans eminent. In timid flight nor fame nor safety lies. In far Percote. and still for vict'ry hop'd. and headlong on his face he fell.Next Meges struck. to Ilium back he came. which. and loud his armour rang. back the Trojans drew Before his aim. great Ajax Telamon Meanwhile the Greeks encourag'd to the fight. Pastur'd his herds. sprang to seize thy spoils The stout Antilochus. but when the ships of Greece Approach'd the shore. as springs a hound Upon a fawn. Then on! no distant war must now be wag'd." Thus saying. Firm in defence. and quell'd its pow'rs. hast'ning through the press.

yet did Jove. or as a raging fire 'Mid the dense thickets on the mountain side. him alone With glory crowning 'mid the host of men. With such design. But short his term of glory: for the day Was fast approaching. the stormy wind Howls in the shrouds. Then on the ships. The deck is drench'd in foam. th' affrighted seamen quail In fear. backward driv'n. Jove himself from Heav'n. wait but to behold The flames ascending from the blazing ships: For from that hour the Trojans. Should to the Greeks the final triumph leave. the Trojans. and quell'd the Greeks. when his comrades' ranks he reach'd. Of vict'ry these debarr'd. with Pallas' aid. So stood unmov'd the Greeks. Who still their courage rais'd. that Hector. The Lord of counsel. The lion on th' unguarded centre springs. upstanding high. all were vain: They. so plunging down. Should wrap in fire the beaked ships of Greece. As when a rav'ning lion on a herd Of heifers falls. And the big waves that bellow round its base. his charge withstood. and those inspir'd. Antilochus. Conscious of evil deed. . mass'd in close array. And while beside the front or rear he walks. from beneath the clouds A giant billow. At length. and terribly Above his temples wav'd amid the fray The helm of Hector. all blazing in his arms. By Hector led. tempest-nurs'd. But trembling fled: as when a beast of prey. The foam was on his lips. Firm as a craggy rock. as terrible as Mars With brandish'd spear. onward press'd. And Thetis to the uttermost obtain Her over-bold petition. So fled the son of Nestor. he fir'd Th' already burning zeal of Priam's son. which meets unmov'd The boist'rous currents of the whistling winds. ere yet th' avenging crowd collect. to seize the ships. descends. as rav'ning lions. But strenuous though his efforts. Close by the hoary sea. loud their shouts.Advanc'd to meet him. His guardian hand extending. and undismay'd. where'er The densest and throng noblest arms he saw. amid the herd The guardian dog or herdsman's self has slain. Unskill'd from beasts of prey to guard his charge. but little way from death remov'd. Fiercely he rag'd. when. So quail'd the spirit in ev'ry Grecian breast. Oft he essay'd to break the ranks. Bold warrior as he was. which on some marshy mead Feed numberless. beneath the care of one. As on the Greeks their murd'rous shafts they pour'd: Yet turn'd he. Priam's son. For so he will'd. as when On some tall vessel. bright flash'd his eyes Beneath his awful brows. And flies. fell The Trojans: they but work'd the will of Jove. he sprang Upon the mass. waited not th' attack. The might of Peleus' son should work his doom.

among Mycenians foremost he. Drives tow'rd the city. Well polish'd. the Greeks perforce retir'd. by shame restrain'd. Far nobler than the father was the son. Down reaching to his feet. Brave Periphetes. a pond'rous boarding-pike. but the dead. and as he fell. he tripp'd. As one well-skill'd in feats of horsemanship. Not scatter'd o'er the camp. in wild alarm Scatter'd the Grecians all." His words fresh courage rous'd in ev'ry breast. Who now on Hector fresh renown conferr'd. dear friends. Both tow'rd the ships and tow'rd the level fight. For them. Hector beheld. of Mycenae. As loudly shouting on the Greeks he call'd To save their ships and tents: nor Hector stay'd . led by Jove. and thus Entangled. but one alone. So Hector. Yet on they stream'd. But closely mass'd before the tents they stood. Thus by their fathers singly each adjur'd: "Quit ye like men. For. he bore. and with rivets well secur'd. Though grieving for their comrade's loss. I. O'er many a vessel's deck so Ajax pass'd With lofty stride. That firm ye stand. His fortunes and his parents. Around his temples clatter'd loud his helm. And those who near the ships maintain'd the war.Seizes on one. those who stood aloof. your suppliant. Who from a troop of horses on the plain Has parted four. and think it shame To forfeit now the praise of other men. and voice that reach'd to Heav'n. in warlike might. and on ev'ry side. and scorn disgraceful flight. still barr'd their way. in mind. the prop of Greece. In all. backward as he stepp'd. Let each man now his children and his wife. And not the living only. and with force untir'd From one to other springs. backward fell. there Hector they discern'd. And fear. the leading prows Which first were drawn on shore. While men and women all in wonder gaze. and scatters all the rest. slew. Then was not Ajax' mighty soul content To stand where stood the other sons of Greece. such of Hector was their awe. Of two and twenty cubits' length. And with his spear transfix'd his breast. against the rim Of the broad shield which for defence he bore. Clear light diffus'd. and from the foremost ships. And all his comrades. yet dar'd not one. and slew Before his comrades' eyes. Now hardly press'd. and down the crowded road. And from their eyeballs Pallas purg'd away The film of darkness. In speed of foot. They fronted now the ships. Along the vessels' lofty decks he mov'd With haughty stride. whom Eurystheus sent His envoy to the might of Hercules. and loudly each exhorted each. pray. the absent. advance To rescue. and o'er him stood in haste. The son of Copreus. as on they fly. Gerenian Nestor chief. bear in mind.

whose well-appointed tow'rs. With edge so keen. oppos'd in arms they stood. By our own Elders' fault. Dropp'd from the hands. "Bring fire. with capture of those ships.Amid the closely buckler'd Trojan ranks. So minded each. yet but a little space. him Jove with mighty hand Sustain'd. Of warrior chiefs. around that ship Trojans and Greeks in mutual slaughter join'd. Expecting death. this day will Jove repay Our labours all. On a swift-sailing vessel's stern. Fierce round the ships again the battle rag'd. or cranes. whoe'er essay'd Amid the ships to launch th' unwearied flames. But varying far their hopes and fears: the Greeks Of safety and escape from death despair'd. But to his native country bore not thence. But Jove all-seeing. Quit ye like men! dear friends. but still his spear The Trojans kept aloof. with iron bound. against the will of Heav'n. And mighty swords. and all together loud and clear Your war-cry raise. To burn the ships. But grasp'd the poop. fir'd with equal rage. ministers of Mars. as upon a flock of birds. a fiery eagle swoops. the dark earth ran with blood: Yet loos'd not Hector of the stern his hold. Withheld. Or long-neck'd swans. Well might ye deem no previous toil had worn Their strength. and with him forward urg'd the crowd. and double-pointed spears. So on the dark-prow'd ship with furious rush Swept Hector down. remember now Your wonted valour! think ye in your rear To find supporting forces. But. that feed Beside a river's bank. Nor Ajax yet endur'd. Grecian heroes. Many a fair-hilted blade. and slay the warlike Greeks. to the Greeks he call'd: "Friends. and left the lofty deck. And. by hostile spears Now sorely gall'd. . Mann'd by a friendly race. or from the sever'd arms. The arrow's or the jav'lin's distant flight They waited not. And which on us unnumber'd ills have brought. and to the town the troops confin'd. desiring Ev'n at their vessels' sterns to urge the war." Thus he: they onward press'd with added zeal. with axe and hatchet keen. loudly shouting. but. or some fort Whose walls may give you refuge from your foe? No city is nigh. While high the hopes in ev'ry Trojan's breast. and on the Trojans call'd. Hector had laid his hand. may give us aid. that bore Protesilaus to the coast of Troy. if he then o'errul'd Our better mind. Back to the helmsman's sev'n-foot board he mov'd. Which hither came. who in that dread encounter met. Fought hand to hand. or geese. Where long he stood on guard. who me. himself is now our aid. and stubborn will they fought.

Yet surely lives. our safety lies. not in faint retreat. The armour. or me alone? Or have some evil news from Phthia come. like an infant girl. and 'mid his Myrmidons . soldiers. clinging to her gown. in our own good arms. but at the same time charges him to content himself with rescuing the fleet. neglecting the orders of Achilles. after which Patroclus leads the Myrmidons to battle. as some dark-water'd fount Pours o'er a craggy rock its gloomy stream. Known but to thee? Menoetius. are cast into the utmost consternation: he beats them off from the vessels. And to his friend these winged words address'd: "Why weeps Patroclus. upon the well-arm'd Trojans' soil. He agrees to it. with fiery brand To assail the ships. horses. with pity saw. Sarpedon is killed. Thus round the well-mann'd ship they wag'd the war: Meanwhile by Peleus' son Patroclus stood. and Hector kills him: which concludes the book. swift of foot. until she take her up? Ev'n as that girl. hand to hand. By Hector's call inspir'd. Impedes her way. Hector himself flies. if any Trojan dar'd. That prays her mother. Patroclus (in pursuance of the request of Nestor in the eleventh book) entreats Achilles to suffer him to go to the assistance of the Greeks with Achilles' troops and armour. we lie from our country. THE SIXTH BATTLE. Weeping hot tears. The Trojans. Patroclus. BOOK XVI. To take her up. Patroclus. and. only resting on the sea. at the sight of Patroclus in Achilles' armour. him with his ponderous spear Would Ajax meet.But And Far But here. Achilles offers a libation for the success of his friend. ARGUMENT. and with his sharp-edg'd spear his words He follow'd up. without farther pursuit of the enemy. THE ACTS AND DEATH OF PATROCLUS. where Apollo repulses and disarms him. though Jupiter was averse to his fate. pursues the foe to the walls of Troy. Actor's son. in the heat of which. Shedding soft tears: hast thou some tidings brought Touching the gen'ral weal. such art thou." He said. his prowess felt. by whose side she runs. taking him for that hero. Several other particulars of the battle are described. and still with tearful eyes Looks in her face. Euphorbus wounds him. and thus before the ships Twelve warriors. and officers of Achilles are described. Achilles.

Or message by thy Goddess-mother brought From Jove. But let the past be past." Thus pray'd he. much griev'd. noblest of the Greeks. Ulysses by a spear. from our ships and tents. Achilles. from the cold grey sea And craggy rocks thou hadst thy birth. The valiant son of Tydeus. While thou. what words are these! Of prophecy I reck not. the large resources of their art The leeches ply. Hath borne by force away. But it afflicts my soul. But if the fear Of evil prophesied thyself restrain. Such grief is mine. with bitter groans. when one I see That basely robs his equal of his prize. who round their ships By death their former insolence repay? Speak out. I never meant My wrath should have no end. Nor Thetis bore thee. was ne'er thy sire. whom the sons of Greece on me bestow'd. be it never mine to nurse such hate As thou retain'st. horseman brave. we may drive with ease To their own city. . the well-wall'd city storm'd. inflexibly severe! Who e'er may hope in future days by thee To profit. Nor message hath my mother brought from Jove. Eurypylus By a sharp arrow through the thigh transfix'd. Pierc'd by a shaft. swift of foot: "Heav'n-born Patroclus. For these.Lives aged Peleus. Oh. Achilles. in their ships They who were late their bravest and their best. houseless vagabond. yet had not thought My anger to abate. Toil-worn. Fresh and unwearied. to be the saving light Of Greece. if so the men of Troy. for little pause has yet been theirs. worn and battle-wearied men. all unwisely. Her. be not wroth! such weight of woe The Grecian camp oppresses. till my own ships Should hear the war-cry. if thou now forbear to save The Greeks from shame and loss? Unfeeling man! Sure Peleus. and on their wounds attend. though I know. To whom. Atreus' son. so hard And stubborn is thy soul. The Trojans. And Agamemnon's self. The mighty Agamemnon. that I may know thy cause of grief. and the battle bear. Prize of my spear. Scar'd by thy likeness. and let me to the battle bear Thy glitt'ring arms. as from the hands Of some dishonour'd. by highest valour won. may forsake the field. Patroclus thus: "O son of Peleus. yet send me forth with all thy force Of Myrmidons. such wrong have I sustain'd. His lawful prize. to himself was fraught with death. And breathing-time afford the sons of Greece. oh. for the pray'r He utter'd. Achilles. still remain'st unmov'd." To whom. Diomed. son of AEacus: Their deaths indeed might well demand our tears: Or weep'st thou for the Greeks. Sore wounded all by spear or arrow lie.

yet nought avail'd The press of spears to drive him from his post. Save only thou and I. return forthwith. and on the shingly beach. Say now. lead thy troops On tow'rd the city. Delay not to return. Nathless do thou. (So should my name in less repute be held. Cheering his Trojans. apart from me. Since the dark cloud of Trojans circles round The ships in force.But go. if but to me Great Agamemnon bore a kindly mind: But round the camp the battle now is wag'd." Such converse held they. But hear. Juno's Lord. . ye Nine. his ev'ry limb With sweat was reeking. be not rash. that so we two Alone might raze the sacred tow'rs of Troy. At once by Jove's high will and Trojan foes O'ermaster'd. with triumphant cries They. and in my well-known armour clad. and hinder our retreat. For the far-darting Phoebus loves them well. Pent up in narrow limits. all around Is heard the warrior-slayer Hector's voice. hold all the plain. Lab'ring he drew his breath. breathing space was none. In combat with the warlike sons of Troy. Lead forth the valiant Myrmidons to war. hurl his fiery spear. Nor hear I now. and ponder well the end of all I have to say. with costly gifts to boot. The Greeks protecting. And his left arm grew faint. else in flight Their dead would choke the streams. The shout of Agamemnon. loud beneath repeated blows Clatter'd around his brow the glitt'ring helm. And all the city hath pour'd its numbers forth In hope undoubting. And that the beauteous maiden to my arms They may restore. lest they with blazing fire Our ships destroy. in the keen excitement of the fight And slaughter of the Trojans. But when in safety thou hast plac'd the ships. Or Greek or Trojan.) Nor. Blow follow'd blow. might escape from death. and though The Thund'rer. from his detested lips. lest thou find thyself By some one of th' immortal Gods oppos'd. should crown thine arms With triumph. no longer Ajax might endure. from the vanquish'd Greeks. and ills were heap'd on ill. and leave the rest To battle on the plain: for would to Jove. To Pallas and Apollo. while by hostile spears Hard press'd. who on Olympus dwell. that not one. How first the fire assail'd the Grecian ships. As on the well-wrought crest the weapons fell. and so for me obtain Honour and glory in the eyes of Greece. for they see no more My helm among them flashing. The ships reliev'd. in defence Fall boldly on. Patroclus. No more the hands of valiant Diomed. lie the Greeks. that long had borne The burthen of his shield.

pond'rous. and on the ashen spear Of Ajax. the trustiest he In battle to await his chief's behest. On Pelion's summit fell'd. to be the bane Of mightiest chiefs. Ajax. silver-studded. Slow he retir'd. Star-spangled. The son of Peleus saw. And in his hand the son of Telamon The headless shaft held bootless. fell to earth the brazen point. to Zephyr bore: And by their side the matchless Pedasus. Loud ringing. fearful. That on the mountain side have hunted down An antler'd stag. . They all.Hector approach'd. Meantime Achilles. Xanthus and Balius. right through he clove the wood. swift of foot. tough. with horsehair plume That nodded. his ample chest The breastplate of Achilles. long. of courage high. dismayed. far away. With their lean tongues from some black-water'd fount To lap the surface of the dark cool wave. And knew that Jove the Thunderer had decreed To thwart his hopes. car-borne chief! Up. Around his shoulders slung." He said: his dazzling arms Patroclus donn'd: First on his legs the well-wrought greaves he fix'd. Fasten'd with silver clasps. his sword he bore. let fall His mighty sword. in troops they go. grazing in the marsh by ocean's stream. familiar to his hold. do thou in haste Thine armour don. Whom. Their jaws with blood yet reeking. Next to Achilles' self. Whom from the capture of Eetion's town Achilles bore away. close behind the head. high rose the flame Unquenchable. and with his palm Smote on his thigh. o'er his brow. while I arouse the troops. and batten'd on his flesh: Their chaps all dyed with blood. Podarge. None. and lest they seize the ships. perceived the hand of Heaven. and wrapp'd the poop in fire. nobly born Patroclus. Then to Automedon he gave command To yoke the horses: him he honour'd most. But with immortal coursers meet to vie. The far-fam'd Pelian ash. for I see above the ships ascend The hostile fires. save Achilles' self. defended well. his hand Grasp'd two stout spears. none of all the Greeks. a mortal horse. well-wrought. Brass-bladed. and to Patroclus call'd: "Up. richly wrought. like rav'ning wolves. next his shield Weighty and strong. unsubdued Their courage. and to the vessel they The blazing torch applied. And hinder our retreat. swift of foot. which to his sire. and on his firm-set head A helm he wore. and their bellies gorg'd with flesh. fleeter than the winds. One spear Achilles had. But this he touch'd not. the Centaur Chiron gave. that spear could poise. Summon'd to arms the warlike Myrmidons. and victory give to Troy. The flying steeds he harness'd to the car. through their several tents.

'Ill-omen'd son of Peleus. Each other touch'd. by repute. A mortal in a God's embrace compress'd. Achilles in the midst to charioteers And buckler'd warriors issued his commands. ye largely pour'd Upon the Trojans. fearful. Echecles. and helm on helm. But when her infant. and with ample dow'r. One band Menestheus led. Whom Phylas' daughter. He to her chamber access found. as when the builder lays The closely-fitting stones. Led to the coast of Troy. Their ranks were form'd. O'er these five chiefs. to form the wall Of some great house. Him Peleus' daughter. who here In idleness enforc'd thy comrades keep'st! 'Twere better far our homeward way to take. Alcimedon. Son of Sperchius. The fourth. And man on man. who her In public. Next to Pelides' friend. Amid the virgins. Laerces' son: These in their order due Achilles first Array'd. Her to his home. with ample dow'r enrich'd.So round Pelides' valiant follower throng'd The chiefs and rulers of the Myrmidons. dear to Jove. Huntress-Queen. and next with stirring words address'd: "Ye Myrmidons. the horsehair plumes above. To Hermes bore. . from the warriors' brows. so closely mass'd they stood. If such pernicious rancour fill thy soul!' Thus ye reproach'd me oft! Lo! now ye have The great occasion which your souls desir'd! Then on. and saw the face of day. That nodded. Heav'n-descended stream. and gain'd By stealth her bed. Polydora fair. implacable. bore away. and rang'd in each Fifty brave comrades mann'd the rowers' seats. the maid he saw. beneath their monarch's eye. the noblest spear. The third commanded. mingling in the dance Of golden-shafted Dian. and nurs'd With tender care. The brave Eudorus led the second band. in battle strong. He plac'd. himself the Sov'reign Lord of all. And more compact. espous'd. The fifth. Buckler on buckler press'd. son of Actor. Eudorus. me ye freely blam'd. the aged warrior Phoenix led. swift of foot. with glancing mail. son of Maemalus. To Boras. So close were fitted helm and bossy shield. To stout Sperchius bore. and brave the winds of Heav'n. Fifty swift ships Achilles. of the Myrmidons. sure in wrath Thou wast conceiv'd. a valiant son she bore. by Lucina's aid. and lov'd. Was brought to light. while my wrath endur'd. Perieres' son. The brave Peisander. but. and with brave hearts the Trojans meet!" His words fresh courage rous'd in ev'ry breast. forget not now the vaunts Which. While him the aged Phylas kept. Polymele fair. on whom he most relied. and cherish'd--as his own.

half denied: For from the ships the battle to repel He granted. Which boys delight to vex and irritate In wanton play. Patroclus and Automedon. . save only Jove: this brought he forth. all-seeing Jove. but denied his safe return. And of a gorgeous coffer rais'd the lid. Jove. And first with sulphur purified. the lightning's Lord: "Great King.Before them all stood prominent in arms Two chiefs. Them if some passing trav'ller unawares Disturb. I 'mid the throng of ships myself remain. and rul'st with sov'reign sway Dodona's wintry heights. that Hector's self may learn If. the Lord of counsel. Pelasgian Jove. Dodona's Lord. with angry courage forth they rush In one continuous swarm. Strengthen his heart. where dwell around Thy Sellian priests. men of unwashen feet. But with a num'rous force of Myrmidons I send my comrade in my stead to fight: On him. by silver-footed Thetis plac'd On board his ship. and this my boon accord. then his hands he wash'd. and next Wash'd with pure water. look'd up to Heav'n. And from our vessels when the foe is driv'n. Not unbeheld of Jove. And as he pour'd the wine. Hear yet again. e'en alone. and in the chest Replac'd the cup. with courage high To dash upon the Trojans. Both with one thought possess'd. His pray'rs and off'rings ended. might drink the ruddy wine. whence none. Achilles then within his tent withdrew. Or only then resistless pow'r displays. for much he long'd to see The Greeks and Trojans join in battle strife. thy favour pour. and as wasps That have their nest beside the public road." Thus pray'd he. And on the Greeks inflicted all thy plagues. to guard their nest: E'en with such courage pour'd the Myrmidons Forth from the ships. But he alone. Grant that with all his arms and comrades true He may in safety to the ships return. And drew the ruddy wine. And half his pray'r he granted. and me with honour crown'd. Well-wrought. With store of wind-proof cloaks. There lay a goblet. Nor might libations thence to other Gods Be made. then issuing forth. my follower knows to fight. but to the gen'ral harm. They who in arms round brave Patroclus stood Their line of battle form'd. he stood Before the tent. thou once before Hast heard my pray'r. then uproar wild arose. and carpets soft. to the tent Achilles turn'd again. to lead the fight In the fore-front of all the Myrmidons. Who dwell'st on high. heard. That on the bare ground sleep. then standing forth Made in the centre of the court his pray'r. and fill'd with rich attire. When I myself the toil of battle share. richly chas'd.

Stood firm. and slack'd his limbs in death. raged the war. and prone to earth he fell. backwards in the dust Groaning. as rush'd Amphiclus on. he fell. him he struck Through the right shoulder. through his thigh. They breath'd awhile. So when the Greeks had clear'd the ships of fire. where lie . Then first Patroclus aim'd his glitt'ring spear Amid the crowd. around him quail'd with fear His Paeons all. the crowd he drove Far from the ships. Menoetius' godlike son. so shall we. and follower. who boast yourselves Achilles' comrades. And struck Pyraechmes. And the deep vault of Heav'n is open'd wide. Was left expos'd. to Peleus' son. and on the thigh Struck Areilochus. with eye observant. their bravest leader slain. Himself. the weighty spear Shatter'd the bone. Phyleus' brave son." His words fresh courage rous'd in ev'ry breast. for they deem'd Achilles had beside the ships exchang'd His wrath for friendship. Of all the Greeks the noblest. And Agamemnon's haughty self shall mourn The slight on Grecia's bravest warrior cast. high up. quail'd the spirits of all. From the wide-flowing stream of Axius. highest honour give. and each sev'ral man Look'd round. Then of the chiefs. with shouts confus'd The Trojans fled. though perforce retiring.And loud Patroclus on his comrades call'd: "Ye valiant Myrmidons. and ev'ry forest glade. in act to turn. While loud the fleet re-echoed to the sound Of Grecian cheers. Each singled each. Your ancient valour prove. as wider spread the fight. The foremost in the fight. still made head. and quench'd the blazing fire. then th' attack Preventing. And ev'ry crag. Thick on the Trojan host their masses fell. There lay the half-burnt ship. yet ceas'd not so the strife. Their firm-set ranks were shaken. Right through the point was driv'n. quit ye now like men. and ev'ry jutting peak Is plainly seen. who from Amydon. where thickest round the ships Of brave Protesilaus. For not in headlong panic from the ships The Trojans by the valiant Greeks were driv'n. led The horsehair-crested Paeons. unguarded by his shield. and from amid the ships Forth pour'd the Greeks. As when around a lofty mountain's top The lightning's Lord dispels a mass of cloud. But. Menoetius' noble son First threw his pointed spear. such terror in their ranks Patroclus threw. to find his own escape from death. The warlike Menelaus aim'd his spear Where Thoas' breast. Blazing in arms. but when the Trojans saw. His faithful followers. and loud the clamour rose.

as his car he mounted. and jav'lins' whirr. And death's dark cloud encompass'd him around. and hand to hand Engaged Antilochus. unmann'd by terror. in rout Disastrous they. Yet held his ground. Acarnas Though the right shoulder pierc'd. the point his upper arm Tore from the muscles. but ere a blow Was struck. which with convulsive sobs he blew From mouth and nostril. and captive took. by those two brethren's hands Subdued. bane of mortal men. Stray'd from their dams. Down droop'd his head. . On Cleobulus. Ajax Oileus sprang. Stood Maris o'er the corpse. burning to avenge his brother's death. then with swords They met. and rig'rous fate. Full on the mouth of Erymas was thrust The weapon of Idomeneus. darkness clos'd his eyes. The white bones crashing. and quench'd the fire of life. well skill'd in war. With blood. Great Ajax still. Then. that lambs or kids assail. Watch'd for the whizzing shafts. his limbs relax'd in death. Thus slew the Grecian leaders each his man. So to the shades. hand to hand. and darkness clos'd his eyes. But he. first Lycon on the crested helm Dealt a fierce blow. And. Sarpedon's comrades brave were sent. but sudden on his neck let fall His hilted sword. The sons of Amisodarus. the first.The strongest muscles. Meriones by speed of foot o'ertook. unwearied. below the ear. both his eyes were fill'd. the shades of death his eyes o'erspread. the weapon's point Sever'd the tendons. down from the car He fell. both had miss'd their aim. The hot blood dyed the sword. So on the Trojans fell the Greeks. the darkling shades Of death. his trusty friends to save. his teeth were shatter'd all. And bootless hurl'd their weapons. His glitt'ring spear. by careless shepherds left Upon the mountain scatter'd. his eyes o'erspread. Dissever'd. and by the skin alone was stay'd. shatt'ring all the bone: Thund'ring he fell. Alive. right through. deeply in his throat the blade Was plung'd. Engag'd in combat. Of Nestor's sons. with unerring aim. then the sword Of Peneleus his neck. pass'd the brazen spear Below the brain. As rav'ning wolves. Antilochus. who rear'd The dread Chimaera. driving through his flank He brazen spear. Atymnius wounded. long'd to hurl His spear at Hector of the brazen helm. but in his hand the blade Up to the hilt was shiver'd. wounded in the press. Then Peneleus and Lycon. his shoulders broad Protected by his shield of tough bull's hide. And tear at once their unresisting prey. the godlike Thrasymedes drove Through his right shoulder. fled. these they see. prone on his face he fell. smote. Full well he knew the tide of battle turn'd.

So. there many a royal car With broken pole th' unharness'd horses left. thrusting with the spear. And slack'd his limbs in death. On. o'er the clear blue sky Pour the dark clouds. As when an angler on a prominent rock Drags from the sea to shore with hook and line A weighty fish. he assail'd. baffling their attempts To gain the city. when Jove Pours down his fiercest storms in wrath to men. back tow'rd the ships Patroclus drove them.As from Olympus. the Trojan horses groan'd. from off the car. and life forsook his limbs. His glowing axle trac'd by prostrate men Hurl'd from their cars. The wrath of Heav'n despising. Gaping. when Jove the vault of Heav'n O'erspreads with storm and tempest. Still onward straining. and dash'd him down Upon his face. Next Thestor. so him Patroclus dragg'd. the stream. when the earth With weight of rain is saturate. sat. Flew o'er the deep-sunk trench th' immortal steeds. rushing down From the high mountains to the dark-blue sea. as from the tents and ships Back to the city stretch'd the flying steeds. and of many a chief The bitter penalty of death requir'd. The foremost ranks cut off. Then Pronous with his glitt'ring spear he struck. And in disorder'd rout recross'd the trench. from his hands The reins had dropp'd. The noble prize the Gods to Peleus gave. Who in their courts unrighteous judgments pass. prostrate he fell. And justice yield to lawless violence. Dispers'd. and lofty wall. the roads encumber'd. His mind by fear disorder'd. Patroclus press'd The flying Trojans. shouting to the Greeks. He on his polish'd car. . Wasting the works of man. On the mid forehead with a mighty stone He struck. o'er the rail. eager for the fray. With groans and tumult urge their headlong course. high uprose The storms of dust. him meanwhile His flying steeds in safety bore away. so urg'd their flight. Then dragg'd him. they. with panic cries. whom the ditch Detain'd perforce. by the weapon. Dealt slaughter round him. Then Hector's flying coursers bore him safe Far from the struggling masses. down-crouching. Where by the shield his breast was left expos'd. Through the right cheek and through the teeth he smote. Next Eryalus. for he long'd to reach. from the ships So pour'd with panic cries the flying host. And hurl his spear at Hector. beneath the pond'rous helmet's weight The skull was split in twain. ev'ry stream Is brimming o'er: the hills in gullies deep Are by the torrents seam'd. which. And ever where the densest throng appear'd With furious threats Patroclus urg'd his course. and in middle space Between the ships. him. and chariots overthrown. thund'ring he fell. son of OEnops. As in th' autumnal season. as they fled.

will not other Gods Their sons too from the stubborn fight withdraw? For in the field around the walls of Troy Are many sons of Gods. Euippus. and he too leap'd to earth. and thus To Juno spoke. and Erymas. with talons curv'd. And to the Lycians call'd in loud reproof: "Shame. and learn Who this may be of bearing proud and high. answer'd thus the stag-ey'd Queen of Heav'n: "What words. Lycians! whither fly ye? why this haste? I will myself this chief confront. And many a warrior's limbs relax'd in death. with angry screams. The fitting tribute to the mighty dead. Echius. applaud thine act. by Patroclus' hand to fall. The son of Saturn pitying saw. his sister and his wife: "Woe.By life-consuming death encompass'd round. E'en now conflicting thoughts my soul divide. In quick succession to the ground he brought." Thus she. This too I say." Whom." He said. woe! that fate decrees my best-belov'd. Sarpedon his ungirdled forces saw Promiscuous fall before Menoetius' son. Forthwith Amphoterus. in all of whom This act of thine will angry feelings rouse. So with loud shouts these two to battle rush'd. Pyris. Argeas' son. Sarpedon. Yet cannot we. when his spirit hath fled. Or leave him by Patroclus' hand to fall. Far from his country. Son of Damastor. and Thrasymedes brave. two vultures fight. In honour of his son. Who on the Trojans grievous harm hath wrought. The faithful follower of Sarpedon. and mound and column raise. and from his car. Ipheus brave. accoutred. Polymelus. But if thou love him. whom fate decreed. the rest. that in their arms They bear him safe to Lycia's wide-spread plains: There shall his brethren and his friends perform His fun'ral rites. and thy soul deplore His coming doom. and turn it in thy mind: If to his home Sarpedon thou restore Alive. sprang. As near the champions drew. yet in the stubborn fight Leave him beneath Patroclus' hand to fall: Then. Epaltes. Patroclus first His weapon hurl'd. on the fertile plains Of Troy to perish by Patroclus' hand. the charge assign To Death and gentle Sleep. dost thou speak? Wouldst thou a mortal man from death withdraw Long since by fate decreed? Do what thou wilt. the Sire of Gods and men complied: But to the ground some drops of blood let fall. And set him down on Lycia's fertile plains. dread son of Saturn. and Tlepolemus. Patroclus saw. bethink thee. struck . Hook-beak'd. To bear him from the fatal strife unhurt. As on a lofty rock.

and warlike might. Again in mortal strife the warriors clos'd: Once more Sarpedon hurl'd his glitt'ring spear In vain. the gallant horse. Undaunted still. great King. As on he pressed to scale the lofty wall: Then to Apollo thus address'd his pray'r: "Hear me. behoves thee now Thy spearmanship to prove. Sarpedon struck Where lies the diaphragm. Through the right shoulder wounded. Art here in Troy. Thou too thine arms for my protection wield. Call on the Lycian chiefs. This way and that his two companions swerv'd. To press around. Loos'd from the royal car. below the heart. and in the dust breath'd forth his life. who. with death-cry sharp. from his hand in turn The spear not vainly thrown. The Greeks be suffer'd of my arms to spoil: But stand thou fast. The life forth issuing with the weapon's point." Thus as he spoke. his noble spirit fled. And. the lordly bull Lies bellowing. Shall be a ceaseless scandal and reproach. and others' courage raise. and clutch'd the blood-stain'd soil. in torture from the shaft By Teucer shot. that he lacked the power To aid his comrade. and tangled were the reins. Thrown in his turn. thus slain before the Grecian ships. Eager for flight. as falls an oak. As. the shades of death o'erspread His eyes and nostrils. innocuous. the snorting steeds. As when a lion on the herd has sprung. extended. his faithful comrade call'd: "Good Glaucus. then with foot firm-set Upon his chest. crush'd between the lion's jaws. Welcome the fray. And drawing from beside his brawny thigh His keen-edg'd sword. and for Sarpedon fight. Creak'd the strong yoke. as I suffer now. So by Patroclus slain. above Patroclus' shoulder flew The point. as on Lycia's plains. He fell. with no uncertain blow Cut loose the fallen horse. or poplar tall. to save the Greeks from death. stretch'd the tightened rein. 'mid the heifers seiz'd. As in the dust the prostrate courser lay. the fast-adhering spear. by main force. again set straight. Patroclus from the corpse Drew. If me. and Pedasus. and hear'st in ev'ry place Their voice who suffer. put forth thine utmost speed. . For I to thee.Below the waist. Or lofty pine. the Lycian chief. the Myrmidons detain'd. with a scream He fell. Automedon the means of safety saw. Deep-grieving. The two. Sarpedon's glitt'ring spear Flew wide. on ev'ry side. shrieking loud. before his car Extended lay. warrior tried. with his hand he grasp'd His wounded arm. Glaucus heard his voice: and chafed His spirit within him. and slack'd his limbs in death. which on the mountain top For some proud ship the woodman's axe hath hewn: So he. through all thy future days.

And first to Panthous' son. nor may the blood he stanch'd: The pain weighs down my shoulder. and his arms Strip off. . and should some comrade dare attempt His rescue. now remains. and fill'd his soul with strength. his pray'r Apollo heard. For he. And to th' Ajaces first. And fight myself to guard the noble dead. was of the State A mighty pillar." He said. unrestrain'd. by Hector led. he thus address'd his speech: "Ye sons of Ajax. But. and my hand Hath lost its pow'r to fight. who first o'erleap'd our wall. Assuage the pain. and he himself in fight Among the foremost. To brave Agenor and AEneas next. friends. O King. Sarpedon. Rush'd to the conflict. But thou. The Lycian leaders first on ev'ry side He urg'd to hasten for their King to fight: Then 'mid the Trojans went with lofty step. Our dead dishonour. or surpass: The man hath fall'n. on th' other side Patroclus' manly heart the Greeks arous'd. and his followers A num'rous host. so. Griev'd for Sarpedon's loss. yet Jove preserv'd him not. Then Hector of the brazen helm himself Approaching. Glaucus within himself perceiv'd. though stranger-born. stand by me now! with just revenge Inspir'd. is slain. Rejoicing. The son of Jove. With fiery zeal they rush'd. When on either side The reinforc'd battalions were array'd. thus with winged words address'd: "Hector. Sarpedon.A grievous wound I bear. bravest of the brave. The leader of the buckler'd Lycian bands." He said. Sarpedon lies in death. We should his corpse dishonour. themselves inflamed With warlike zeal. determine that the Myrmidons Shall not. Polydamas. against the Greeks. forgett'st thou quite thy brave allies. him too with our spears subdue." Thus as he pray'd. this grievous wound relieve. or grasp my spear. Who freely in thy cause pour forth their lives. Far from their home and friends? but they from thee No aid receive. and knew. and his arms obtain. that the God had heard his pray'r. and through the Trojans thrill'd the sense Of grief intolerable. that. and they. Him by Patroclus' hand hath Mars subdued. Whose justice and whose pow'r were Lycia's shield. having slain. with martial ardour fir'd. and give me strength to urge My Lycian comrades to maintain the war. Assuag'd his pains. and sharpest pangs My arm assail. how griev'd soe'er for all the Greeks Who by our spears beside the ships have fall'n. now is come the time Your former fame to rival. and from the grievous wound Stanch' d the dark blood.

That swoops amid the starlings and the daws. Thund'ring he fell. slew the mighty Bathycles. AEneas' spear stood quiv'ring in the ground. So swift didst thou. Him. in hopes beneath his shield To find a spot unguarded. there Mars its impulse stay'd. prone on the corpse He fell. Forward he darted. deep grief possess'd the Greeks At loss of one so valiant. the mighty mass Fell on his neck. as a swift-wing'd hawk. with Achilles thence To Ilium sent. and all the muscles crush'd. Then. The weapon stood. Onetor's son. Then at Meriones AEneas threw His brazen spear. he beheld. for first a warrior fell. Glaucus. A pond'rous stone he hurl'd at Sthenelas. as he gain'd upon him in pursuit. Below the ear he struck him. though by no feeble hand. Patroclus. With fearful shouts. so far the Greeks pursued. by life-destroying death subdued. and around him crowded thick. back so far The Trojans drew. to join the war of Troy. the leader of the Lycian spears. but still onward held their course. Epegeus. . Upon the Trojans and the Lycians spring. And by the people as a God rever'd. son of valiant Agacles. Him. Who in Budaeum's thriving state bore rule Erewhile. The son of Chalcon. Or in the deadly battle. Back drew great Hector and the chiefs of Troy. and darkness veil'd his eyes. but flying for a kinsman slain. Nor of their wonted valour were the Greeks Oblivious. First turning. Onetor. Full on the forehead with a massive stone Great Hector smote. In wealth surpassing all the Myrmidons. To Peleus and the silver-footed Queen He came a suppliant. Thy soul with anger for thy comrade fill'd. shunn'd the brazen death. Glaucus through the breast transfix'd. Son of Ithaemenes. The bold Laogonus. Quick turning. Then thus in wrath he cried: "Meriones. Not of the meanest 'mid the Myrmidons. Then slew Meriones a crested chief. Griev'd was Patroclus for his comrade slain. car-borne chief. hurl'd by one His utmost strength exerting. So. from his limbs The spirit fled. And downward stooping. as he stretch'd his hand to seize the dead. Myrmidons and Greeks Around the dead in sternest combat met. Far as a jav'lin's flight. to enhance the horror of the strife Around his son. fiercely joy'd The Trojans.Trojans and Lycians. he in Hellas dwelt. of Idaean Jove the priest. Behind him far. deep in the soil infix'd. with darkness Jove o'erspread The stubborn fight: the Trojans first drove back The keen-ey'd Greeks. bootless hurl'd. in sportive strife. and loud their armour rang. within the pond'rous helm The skull was split in twain.

good Phoebus. From head to foot with wounds and blood and dust Disfigur'd. thickly round the dead they swarm'd. Mounting his car. words for council meet." He said. As brazen arms. all valiant as thou art. forthwith. The woodman's axe. 'tis too much For thee to hope the might of all to quell. But still look'd down with gaze intent. Then from Sarpedon's breast they stripp'd his arms. Of brass refulgent. him follow'd straight The godlike chief. as they saw their King Pierc'd through the heart. and their brazen-helmed chief. for he saw the scales of Jove.Had it but struck thee. AEneas. or yet be spared awhile To swell the labours of the battle-field. And confident. and urg'd to flight The Trojans." He said. Amid the mountain forest's deep recess. If he too there beside Sarpedon slain. 'tis not by vaunting speech. and led the way. in doubt. and tough bull's-hide Encounter'd swords and double-pointed spears. but to fight. He judg'd it best at length. and shields. Nor might the sharpest sight Sarpedon know. To Phoebus then the Cloud-compeller thus: "Hie thee." To whom the spearman skill'd. these Menoetius' son Sent by his comrades to the ships of Greece. All fled in terror. he fled. and thy soul to Hades send. Boots it not now to wrangle. and mus'd Upon Patroclus' coming fate. For o'er his body many a warrior fell. amid a pile of dead. Meriones: "Brave as thou art. that once again The gallant follower of Peleus' son Should tow'rd the town with fearful slaughter drive The Trojans. as loudly rings. from amid the spears . While the warm milk is frothing in the pail. that we may hope To scare away the Trojans from the slain: Hands are for battle. Should perish by illustrious Hector's hand. and far is heard the sound. and should my spear But strike thee fair. So swarm'd they round the dead. So from the wide-spread earth their clamour rose. My spear had brought thy dancing to a close. Who dare confront thee. and him Menoetius' noble son Address'd with grave rebuke: "Meriones. When Saturn's son the conflict fierce inflam'd. yet me thy fall shall crown With triumph. As when at spring-tide in the cattle-sheds Around the milk-cans swarm the buzzing flies. nor Jove the while Turn'd from the stubborn fight his piercing glance. good friend. why thus waste the time in words? Trust me. nimble as thou art. Brave warrior. First Hector's soul with panic fear he fill'd. Unseconded by deeds. Then nor the valiant Lycians held their ground. Spoil'd of his arms. thou art mortal too! And if my aim be true.

Melanippus. Patroclus backward stepp'd. he bore Sarpedon far away.Withdraw Sarpedon. And lav'd his body in the flowing stream. with awful mien And threat'ning voice the Far-destroyer spoke: "Back. in their arms To bear him safe to Lycia's wide-spread plains: There shall his brethren and his friends perform His fun'ral rites. Whom then. But still Jove's will the will of man o'errules: Who strikes with panic. . with more than mortal force He made his fourth attempt. insensate! had he now But borne in mind the words of Peleus' son. Elasus. with his own immortal hands Repelling. and anon excites to war. On his destruction bent. no. clothe him in immortal robes. and the flying foe pursued. Perimus The son of Meges. Oh much deceiv'd. Epistor. these he slew. Then with divine ambrosia all his limbs Anointing. and Autonous. Patroclus. and Troy's defence The jutting angle of the lofty wall Patroclus thrice assail'd. The others all in flight their safety found. Then to Automedon Patroclus gave His orders. and from all his wounds Cleanse the dark gore. and of vict'ry robs The bravest. Patroclus! not to thee Hath fate decreed the triumph to destroy The warlike Trojans' city. He might have 'scap'd the bitter doom of death." He said. twin brothers. mightier far than thou. obedient to his father's words. Heav'n-born chief. To Sleep and Death. and Pylartes. first. And lave his body in the flowing stream." Thus as he spoke. So forward and so fierce he bore his spear. his onset thrice Apollo. in their arms They bore him safe to Lycia's wide-spread plains. Then had the Greeks the lofty-gated town Of Priam captur'd by Patroclus' hand. twin brothers. The fitting tribute to the mighty dead. But when again. whom slew'st thou last. Then with divine ambrosia all his limbs Anointing. And Mulius. Down to the battle-field Apollo sped From Ida's height. To two swift bearers give him then in charge. and mound and column raise. then bear him far away. backward thrust his glitt'ring shield. Shrinking before the Far-destroyer's wrath. When summon'd by the Gods to meet thy doom? Adrastus. But on the well-built tow'r Apollo stood. and from amid the spears Withdrawn. cloth'd him in immortal robes. nor yet To great Achilles. and Echeclus next. To two swift bearers gave him then in charge. To Sleep and Death. Who now Patroclus' breast with fury fill'd.

and life forsook his limbs. Brother of Hecuba. Dymas' son. strove. As springs a lion. And in the right a pond'rous mass he bore Of rugged stone. the God rejoin'd the strife of men. if again to dare The battle-throng. on Cebriones he sprang. and dies The victim of his courage. Menoetius' son and noble Hector. scatt'ring terror 'mid the Greeks. but Hector's charioteer It struck. And noble Hector bade Cebriones Drive 'mid the fight his car. Patroclus. And. doubtful. Patroclus from his car Leap'd to the ground: his left hand held his spear. by Saugarius' stream. so didst thou Upon Cebriones. spring. before him mov'd Apollo. a bastard son Of royal Priam. o'er a slaughter'd stag. In likeness of a warrior stout and brave." Thus saying. and crush'd the bone. Drove both his eyebrows in. the uncle thence Of noble Hector. His form assuming. Full on his temples fell the jagged mass. as the reins he held. Asius. how rough soe'er the waves. Diving for oysters. Patroclus was the mark At which his coursers' clatt'ring hoofs he drove. On th' other side. o'er Cebriones. or summon all the host To seek the friendly shelter of the wall." This said. Cebriones. if with such a plunge He left his boat. it seems. as thou art mine. In act the sheepfold to despoil. from the well-wrought car Headlong he plung'd. Down from his car too Hector leap'd to earth. So o'er Cebriones two mighty chiefs. Who dwelt in Phrygia. forward thou! against Patroclus urge Thy fiery steeds. through the breast transfix'd. As on the mountain. accomplish'd tumblers boast. Before him in the dust his eyeballs fell. not far it miss'd its mark. Both hunger-pinch'd. All others Hector pass'd unnotic'd by. so haply by his death Apollo thee with endless fame may crown. like a diver. Nor stay'd to slay. Thus as he mus'd. with him might few compete. O'er whom Patroclus thus with bitter jest: "Heav'n! what agility! how deftly thrown That somersault! if only in the sea Such feats he wrought. two lions fiercely fight. Nor bootless flew. Each in the other bent to plunge his spear. that fill'd his ample grasp: The stone he hurl'd. beside him Phoebus stood. But. So. As from his car he plunges to the ground: Troy can.Still Hector kept before the Scaean gates His coursers. thus Apollo spoke: "Hector. And lustre adding to the arms of Troy. oppos'd they stood. Then sorely shouldst thou rue this abstinence. . why shrink'st thou from the battle thus? It ill beseems thee! Would to Heav'n that I So far thy greater were.

as it roll'd beneath the horses' feet. long. all aghast he stood: Him. thy term of life. And from his head Apollo snatch'd the helm. Now death was near at hand. then approach'd its final close. Whose tap'ring branches are together thrown. ere this A score of Greeks had from their chariots hurl'd: Such was the man who thee. with its belt. but when declining day Brought on the hour that sees the loosen'd steers. Amid the battle-throng. No thought of flight by either entertain'd. The royal son of Jove. from behind. With fearful din. and his limbs Gave way beneath him. with more than mortal force His fourth assault he made. So mix'd confus'dly. He. With fearful shouts. his corslet loos'd. but not subdued. As when. the horsehair plume with blood And dust polluted. train'd to warfare. Trojans and Greeks in stubborn conflict clos'd. amid the dust That eddying rose. Greeks and Trojans fought. and crash of broke a boughs. Panthous' son. And pond'rous stones that on the bucklers rang. Patroclus seiz'd the foot. For thickest darkness shrouded all his form: He stood behind. To hurl the spear. Thick o'er Cebriones the jav'lins flew. For Phoebus' awful self encounter'd thee. bounding from the string. and with extended palm Dealt on Patroclus' neck and shoulders broad A mighty buffet. And feather'd arrows. Eurus and Notus shake the forest deep. in deadly strife. withdrew. Patroclus. peerless 'mid the Trojan youth. or ash. nor dar'd confront Patroclus. or slender cornel-tree. pond'rous. and tough. and graceful brow: Now by the will of Jove to Hector giv'n. Approaching close. and fast the people fell On either side. the ample shield Fell from his shoulders. and from his breast his armour stripp'd. first Wounded. Of oak. a Dardan. Then was his mind bewilder'd. though disarm'd. While in mid Heav'n the sun pursued his course. to run. Patroclus. The visor'd helm. in all haste. Clank'd. and from the darts And Trojan battle-cry Cebriones They drew. and in his grasp His spear was shiver'd.The head. with grasp unyielding. A mighty warrior. his art forgotten all. Thick flew the shafts. and thrice nine foes he slew: But when again. the ashen spear He. terrible as Mars. between the shoulders stabb'd. dizzy swam his eyes. Euphorbus. mightily he lay. encount'ring in some mountain-glen. The Greeks were stronger far. crowding round. Hector held. Brass-pointed. from his car. and guard Achilles' noble head. never till that day Was that proud helmet so with dust defil'd. That wont to deck a godlike chief. to drive the car. As round the dead they fought. Fiercely Patroclus on the Trojans fell: Thrice he assail'd them. and. of thee unseen. and Apollo's hand. .

Euphorbus. This too I say. Great deeds achiev'd. Patroclus: by the stroke Of Phoebus vanquish'd. who stripp'd me of my arms. and bear it in thy mind. that Jove. Achilles. poor fool. They all should perish. withdrew The brazen spear. With sage advice he sent thee forth to fight: 'Come not to me. becam'st his dupe. Had I to deal with twenty such as thee. Mourning his fate. so Menoetius' son. thou boastest loudly now. until thou bear The warrior-slayer Hector's bloody spoils. With Phoebus join'd. in all their pride of strength. why predict my coming fate? Or who can say but fair-hair'd Thetis' son. the gloom of death his eyes O'erspread. Both parch'd with thirst. smote him through the flank. thou wast but the third to strike. by my spear may first be slain?" He said. but of late thou mad'st thy boast To raze our city walls. car-borne chief. when Patroclus from the fight He saw retreating. thus exulting." Thus as he spoke. at length beneath the spear Of noble Hector yielded up his life. To whom. That Hector's flying coursers scour'd the plain. spoke: "Patroclus. As when a lion hath in fight o'erborne A tusked boar. I suppose. in their defence.' such were. vanquish'd by my spear: Me fate hath slain. death e'en now And final doom hangs o'er thee. His counsels. Not long shalt thou survive me. And vanquish'd by the lion's force. right through The brazen spear was driv'n. gasping." To whom Patroclus thus in accents faint: "Hector. his youth and strength cut off. From them. when on the mountain top They two have met. Who o'er the vanquish'd. and Phoebus. Their days of freedom lost. Nor to the ships return. of men. I Avert the day of doom. around a scanty spring. thou. the noble Hector thus: "Patroclus. while on our shores Thy flesh shall glut the carrion birds of Troy. hath thee with vict'ry crown'd: They wrought my death. our Trojan dames: Fool that thou wast! nor knew'st. And deeply mourn'd his fall the Grecian host. the boar Hath yielded. From certain death. Patroclus. and planting firm his foot. by the hand Of great Achilles. the bravest of the Trojans. hanging back himself. thund'ring he fell.Back to his comrades' shelt'ring ranks retir'd. when. wounded. Torn from his body. and in your ships To bear away to your far-distant land. and to the shades his spirit fled. Peleus' matchless son. through the ranks Advancing. yet Peleus' son Avail'd thee nought. though dead. and Euphorbus' spear: But Hector. and. Poor wretch! though brave he be. and backward drove the dead .

where. This Glaucus objects to Hector as a flight. and renews the battle. then. but soon returns with Ajax. leave me then to wear Among the men of Troy my honours due. Nor. yield up the bloody spoils: For. by Trojans slain. Quit thou the dead. Menelaus sends Antilochus to Achilles. upon the death of Patroclus. The warlike Menelaus thus address'd: "Illustrious son of Atreus. Hector advancing. the noble prayer of Ajax on that occasion. Euphorbus. in dazzling arms array'd. Mine was the hand that in the stubborn fight First struck Patroclus. The noble prize the Gods to Peleus gave. BOOK XVII. AEneas and Hector attempt the chariot of Achilles. . defends his body from the enemy. Jupiter covers his body with a thick darkness. and drives him off. To all who might oppose him threat'ning death. who thereupon puts on the armour he had won from Patroclus. assisted by the Ajaces. Of warlike Menelaus unobserv'd. And round him mov'd. Menelaus. The horses of Achilles deplore the loss of Patroclus. but. Heav'n-born chief. which is borne off by Automedon. Intent to slay. Menelaus retires. standing near. The time is the evening of the eight-and-twentieth day. of the Trojans and their fam'd Allies. was Panthous' noble son Unmindful of the slain.--THE ACTS OF MENELAUS. Automedon pursued. is slain. The Greeks give way. His shield's broad orb and spear before him held." To whom in anger Menelaus thus: "O Father Jove. bear off the body to the ships. Forward he sprang. who attempts it. he and Meriones. as round her new-dropp'd calf Her first.From off the weapon's point. ARGUMENT. how ill this vaunting tone Beseems this braggart! In their own esteem. though attacked with the utmost fury. Nor was Patroclus' fall. with the news of Patroclus's death: then returns to the fight. till Ajax rallies them: AEneas sustains the Trojans. on his side. THE SEVENTH BATTLE. The scene lies in the fields before Troy. spear in hand. Lest by my spear thou lose thy cherish'd life. FOR THE BODY OF PATROCLUS. The godlike follower of AEacides: But him in safety bore th' immortal steeds. a heifer moves with plaintive moan: So round Patroclus Menelaus mov'd.

her neck first broken. and pressing hard with stalwart hand Drove through the yielding neck the pond'rous spear: Thund'ring he fell. when he held me cheap. against the stubborn brass The point was bent. for fear is on them all. laps the blood. nor stand to me oppos'd. till with sudden gust A sweeping hurricane of wind and rain Uproots it from its bed. Nor uncontested shall the proof remain. yet ventures none To meet his rage. o'er whom. Could I thy head and armour in the hands Of Panthous and of honour'd Phrontis place. Its whit'ning blossoms. and prostrate lays. of vict'ry or defeat. So lay the youthful son of Panthous. but Phoebus grudg'd His prize of vict'ry. Now had Atrides borne away with ease The spoils of Panthous' son. As when a man Hath rear'd a fair and vig'rous olive plant. then with a pray'r to Jove The son of Atreus in his turn advanc'd. nurs'd by ev'ry breeze. Heav'n-born Menelaus. Euphorbus thus replied: "Now. and. Slain by thy hand. backward as he stepp'd. Those tresses bright. nor the forest boar. and loud his armour rang."With Panthous' sons for courage none may vie. on her entrails gorging. slain By Atreus' son." He spoke in vain. by copious-gushing springs. Those locks. Yet nought avail'd to Hyperenor's might His youthful vigour. and proudest of his strength. 'mid the gen'ral throng That thou withdraw. Nor long deferr'd. amid the pasturing herd Seizes a heifer in his pow'rful jaws. I ween. while 'tis time. but I warn thee. Nor pard. in the mountains bred. yet he. below his throat Took aim. Were dabbled all with blood. So none was there so bold. And. that with the Graces' hair might vie. In pride of strength. of all the Greeks He deem'd my prowess least. The choicest. thou Hast fill'd with bitt'rest grief his parents' hearts: Some solace might those hapless mourners find. But broke not through. Fiercest of beasts. and of his arms despoil'd. if me thou dare Encounter. with dauntless breast The noble Menelaus' wrath to meet. shalt thou pay The forfeit for my brother's life. and against him launch'd . And as a lion. to rejoice His tender wife's and honour'd parents' sight." He said. And seen expanding. thou mak'st thy boasting speech. and struck the centre of the shield. In some lone spot. And. And my encounter dar'd. On his own feet return'd not. Ere ill betide thee. Though with loud clamour dogs and herdsmen round Assail him from afar. nor lion. So shall thy pride be quell'd. rends. with gold and silver bound. Thou in the chambers of her new-found home Hast made his bride a weeping widow. After th' event may e'en a fool be wise.

or control. though I should retreat From Hector. By Hector led. Defends meanwhile Patroclus. and his youthful vigour quell'd. with one Belov'd of Heav'n. son of Telamon. Yet when he reach'd his comrades' ranks. address'd him thus: "Ajax. We two. Cheering his friends and urging to the fight. Save for Achilles' self. abandoning the dead. the Trojan ranks advanc'd: Backward he mov'd.The might of Hector. blazing like the quenchless flames Of Vulcan: Menelaus heard the shout. And hast'ning to his side. much I fear. Panthous' son. And look'd around. I might well incur the blame: And yet if here alone I dare to fight With Hector and his Trojans. Then none may blame me. who with Heav'n's assistance wars. woe is me! for should I now the spoils Abandon." While in his mind and spirit thus he mus'd. pursuing Pelides' flying steeds. Yet could I hear brave Ajax' battle cry. if perchance we two . For sorely Phoebus had their courage tried. But turning oft. and Patroclus. who for me And in my cause lies slain. and e'en now Hath slain a noble Trojan. The valiant Menelaus. of any Greek Who saw me. troubled. Singly. One slain. And. to the rescue come Of slain Patroclus. Forward he sprang. if haply he might find The mighty Ajax. haste hither. yet grieves his mighty heart. thy labour all is vain. Loud shouting. the Goddess-born. Euphorbus. in dazzling arms array'd. to be by numbers overwhelm'd. For Hector all the Trojans hither brings. if so for Peleus' son We might regain. and join'd again the strife of men: Hector's dark soul with bitter grief was fill'd. and saw the two. commun'd with his valiant heart: "Oh. in Mentes' form. he thus address'd: "Hector. and hard are they For mortal man to harness. and bear away the dead: Some solace of our loss might then be ours. Him on the battle's farthest left he spied. And with reluctant step he quits the yard: So from Patroclus Menelaus mov'd. returning. as when by men and dogs A bearded lion from the fold is driv'n With shouts and spears." He said. a bitter doom must meet. Chief of the Cicones. But wherefore entertain such thoughts. the other stripping off his arms. Atreus' son. against the will divine. E'en against Heav'n. The blood outpouring from the gaping wound. He look'd amid the ranks. my soul? Who strives. would the encounter dare. terrible as Mars: To whom his winged words. he turn'd.

thy comrade and thy guest? Greatly he serv'd the city and thyself. his glorious prize. Peleus' son. Henceforth no Lycian will go forth for Troy To fight with Greeks. Bethink thee now. replied: "Why.May to Achilles. nor durst in manly fight Contend with one thy better far confess'd. fair of form. Who basely to the Greeks a prize and spoil Sarpedon leav'st. and stood. Rush'd to his car. Coward and runaway. And we to Ilium's heights himself might bear: For with his valiant comrades there lies slain The follower of the bravest chief of Greece. and give The mangled carcase to the dogs of Troy: But Ajax. Soon would the Greeks Sarpedon's arms release. How art thou wanting in the fight! thy fame. and down are drawn. unaware. leader of the Lycian host. meet for men Who in their country's cause against the foe Endure both toil and war. And. and bade the Trojans bear The glitt'ring arms. Have with his offspring met amid the woods. to Troy: While Ajax with his mighty shield o'erspread Menoetius' son. Forward he sprang. bring to royal Priam's town. And by his side. restore His body: his naked body. Cov'ring his eyes. Proud in his strength he stands. with his tow'r-like shield. and intent The head to sever with his sword. dauntless courage. Stripped of its glitt'ring armour. approach'd. we soon should see Patroclus brought within the walls of Troy. and with him Atreus' son. Then Hector to his comrades' ranks withdrew. Hector was dragging now Patroclus' corpse. The warlike Menelaus. But thou before the mighty Ajax stood'st With downcast eyes. speak. To Hector thus. whom hunters. With stern regard. his heart with grief oppress'd. address'd His keen reproaches: "Hector. since favour none we gain By unremitting toil against the foe. While yet he liv'd. aided but by Trojans born. But if in Trojan bosoms there abode The daring. for his arms Are prize to Hector of the glancing helm. How can a meaner man expect thine aid. thou hast belied. we take at once Our homeward way. Brave as thou art. the wrinkles of his brow: So o'er Patroclus mighty Ajax stood. and now thou dar'st not save His body from the dogs! By my advice If Lycians will be rul'd. Atreus' son. Glaucus. with scornful glance. lifeless. if thou alone canst save The city. in this o'erbearing strain? . as for his cubs A lion stands. and Troy may meet her doom." To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm." He said. Then Glaucus. Him from the battle could we bear away. and Ajax' spirit within him stirr'd.

with vig'rous strength His limbs were strung.Good friend. hast donn'd th' immortal arms. Eeturn'd from battle. and of vict'ry robs The bravest. as 'mid his brave allies He sprang. Stand by me now." So saying. and clatter of the cars. quit ye now like men. Whose comrade. stripping from his head and breast Helmet and cuirass. while I The splendid armour of Achilles don. and see if through the day I prove myself the coward that thou say'st. never have I shrunk From the stern fight. Deisenor. Chromius. and ye Dardans. brave and good. thy hand hath slain. Hector of the glancing helm. Asteropaeus and Hippothous. The dread of all. which th' immortal Gods Gave to his sire. fitted to his form By Jove himself. To each and all in cheering tones he spoke. Shall rescue from my hands Patroclus' corpse." He said. shall Andromache Receive the spoils of Peleus' godlike son. And Ennomus the seer: to all of these His winged words he cheeringly address'd: . My glorious prize from slain Patroclus torn. Then with the armour. I heretofore have held thee wise O'er all who dwell in Lycia's fertile soil. Achilles. Medon. of Peleus' son. Or suffer that a Greek. was Hector girt by Mars The fierce and terrible. But all o'erruling is the mind of Jove. he to his son convey'd. Who chargest me with flying from the might Of giant Ajax. donn'd The heav'nly armour. Then standing from the bloody fight aloof The armour he exchang'd. He shook his head. loud-shouting. While he. yet thy latest hours Will I with glory crown. since ne'er from thee. And sham'd him. with rapid steps His comrades follow'd. Yet in that armour grew not old that son. and anon excites to war. Who tow'rd the town Achilles' armour bore. how brave soe'er. Maintain awhile the stubborn fight. and nodded with his shadowy brows. his own he bade The warlike Trojans to the city bear. and inly thus he mus'd: "Ah hapless! little deem'st thou of thy fate. Mesthles and Glaucus and Thersilochus. Phoreys." He said. To all he seem'd Achilles' godlike self. But now I change. and hold thy judgment cheap. Withdrawing from the field. fam'd In close encounter. Who strikes with panic. and loudly on the Trojans call'd: "Trojans and Lycians. Though now so nigh! Thou of the prime of men. and ere long o'ertook. glitt'ring in his arms. Him when apart the Cloud-compeller saw Girt with the arms of Peleus' godlike son.

for food And gifts for you. while yet he liv'd Jove hated not. The Greeks a fence of brass-clad bucklers rais'd. Hector's might I see O'ershadowing all around. following. So fierce the combat rages. On all the chiefs Atrides call'd aloud: "O friends. with one heart and mind. now is our doom Apparent. Which soon will glut the dogs and birds of Troy. his friend Meriones. Despite the might of Ajax. high rose their hopes From Ajax Telamon to snatch the dead. with whom there came. who will boldly onward. But who can know or tell the names of all. and deem. but let each And all their aid afford. But who within our valiant Trojans' ranks Shall but the body of Patroclus bring. and bellows the big sea without. Who. but do thou for succour call On all the chiefs. he may fall. as when the ocean wave Meets on the beach th' outpouring of a stream. for Menoetius' son. ye countless tribes. With such a sound advanc'd the Trojan host: While round Patroclus. "O Heav'n-born Menelaus. and onward. if haply they may hear. But that with willing hearts ye should defend Our wives and infants from the warlike Greeks: For this I drain my people's stores. 'Twere hard to call by name each single man. They march'd upon the Greeks. which cost them many a life! Then thus To valiant Menelaus Ajax spoke. such is the chance of war." He said. noble friend. and his praise shall equal mine." He said: first heard Oileus' active son. O'er their bright helms the son of Saturn shed A veil of darkness. with uplifted spears." Thus Ajax spoke: obedient to his word."Hear me. Valiant as Mars. Achilles' faithful friend. Vain hopes. like a war-cloud. that dwelling round Assist our cause! You from your sev'ral homes Not for display of numbers have I call'd. And hast'ning through the fray. Swoll'n by the rains of Heav'n: the lofty cliffs Resound. nor would that now his corpse . whose honour is of Jove. As for my life and thine I tremble now: For. the other half myself Retaining. exalting your estate. it shame Patroclus' corpse should glut the dogs of Troy. by Hector led: With such a sound. All ye that banquet at the gen'ral cost With Atreus' sons. Next him Idomeneus. For safe return I dare no longer hope: Not for Patroclus' corpse so much I fear. beside him stood. the chiefs and councillors of Greece. and o'er your sev'ral states Dominion hold. half the spoils To him I give. Or safe escape. Then. swell'd the battle of the Greeks? Onward the Trojans press'd.

son of Phaenops. on the brass-cheek'd helm. Had not Apollo's self AEneas rous'd. But on himself he brought destruction down. the brazen point Came forth again beneath his shoulder-blade: Thund'ring he fell. Prone in the dust he fell. With glory to themselves. now aged grown In service of AEneas' aged sire. O'ercome by panic. To Ilium now. Far from his own Larissa's teeming soil: Not destin'd he his parents to repay Their early care. At this the Trojan chiefs and Hector's self 'Gan to give way. The plumed helm was shiver'd by the blow. as springs a mountain boar. Onward he sprang. And now had Greeks. Was dragging by the feet the noble dead. the Greeks. yet not for long Endur'd their flight. Which none might turn aside. The son of Epytus. . Periphas. A leathern belt around his ancles bound. the weighty spear broke through The hollow breastplate. While he himself lay stretch'd beside the dead. him Ajax smote Below the waist. and narrowly the brazen death Escap'd. save Peleus' matchless son.Should to the dogs of Troy remain a prey. had the Trojans fled. and loud his armour rang. and passing through. Seeking the favour of the men of Troy. and on the ground Fell from his pow'rless grasp Patroclus' foot. with joyful shouts. them Ajax rallied soon. son of Iphitus. and th' intestines tore.) below the collar-bone It struck. and deeds of arms. who dwelt In far-fam'd Panopeus. Scatters with ease both dogs and stalwart youths. In close encounter. Which. In form pre-eminent. Hippothous. That round Patroclus closing. Leaving the corpse. despite the will of Jove. won the day. (The bravest of the Phocian chiefs. Pelasgian Lethus' son. So Ajax scatter'd soon the Trojan ranks. As Phorcys. they fled. for short his term of life. Gush'd from the wound the mingled blood and brain. But on the dead they seiz'd. nor with their spears The valiant Trojans reach'd a single Greek. and struck. In likeness of a herald. the mighty Lord Of num'rous hosts. his corpse to Troy. Dealt by a weighty spear and stalwart hand. and clutch'd the ground. Seiz'd both the dead. At Ajax Hector threw his glitt'ring spear: He saw. kept his watch O'er slain Hippothous. before the warlike Greeks. for from the crowd Outsprang the son of Telamon. By godlike Ajax' mighty spear subdu'd. hop'd to bear. By their own strength and courage. But to the rescue all his comrades stirr'd. His vital spirit quench'd. At first the Trojans drove the keen-ey'd Greeks. and stripp'd their armour off. O'er all the Greeks. turning in the forest glade to bay. but Schedius.

and AEneas thus address'd: "AEneas. They rallying turn'd. and their troops' undaunted hearts. Son of Arisbas. as others now In their own strength and courage confident. for darkest clouds of night O'erspread the warriors. Though fewer far their losses. and slack'd his limbs in death. And by my side. the sov'reign arbiter Of battle. and fac'd again the Greeks. Lycomedes saw With pitying eyes his gallant comrade's fall. And told how Jove. in the clear light of day. if when Jove Rather to us than them the vict'ry wills. That from around the dead should none retire. no cloud . foul shame it were that we. And brave Allies. against the will of Heav'n. He from Paeonia's fertile fields had come. and all ye other chiefs of Troy. All save Asteropaeus. and far before the ranks advanc'd. and brave Allies. Then first AEneas' spear the comrade brave Of Lycomedes struck. the valiant son Of Hippasus. some God there stood. and hand to hand they fell.A man of kindliest soul: his form assum'd Apollo. His people's guardian chief. and Greeks. and support. O'er all his comrades eminent in fight. For neither these a bloodless fight sustain'd. Nor any to the front advance alone Before his fellows. Nor might ye deem the glorious sun himself Nor moon was safe. who the battle wag'd Around the body of Menoetius' son: Elsewhere the Trojans and the well-greav'd Greeks Fought. how. And through the midriff Apisaon struck. then with crimson blood The earth was wet. should to Ilium now In flight be driv'n before the warlike Greeks. And spears projecting: such the orders giv'n By Ajax. Yet could not force his way. O'ercome by panic. and hand to hand the battle wage. So order'd Ajax. they fought. furious as the rage of fire. and with earnest care enforc'd. Their numbers. but their steady guard Maintain. I see their cause maintaining. for they stood Of mutual succour mindful. And standing near. And forward sprang to battle with the Greeks." He said. On then! nor undisturbed allow the Greeks To bear Patroclus' body to their ships. With fear unspeakable ye shun the fight?" He said: the presence of the Archer-God AEneas knew. his glitt'ring spear he threw. Trojans alike. but now. on our side bestow'd his aid. Laocritus. and loud to Hector call'd: "Hector. who with eyes Of pity saw his gallant comrade's fall. The sun's bright beams were shed abroad. Could ye defend your city. for all around Patroclus rose a fence of serried shields. Thus. undisturb'd.

" . all drench'd and soak'd with grease. He would return in safety. Antilochus And Thrasymedes. his dearest comrade's loss. And far apart. the arms. Pull the tough hide. witnessing their comrades' flight and death. and boast them of their triumph gain'd. and mutual slaughter dealt." On th' other hand some valiant Trojan thus Would shout: "O friends. Revealing to her son the mind of Jove. foretold. Still round the dead they held their pointed spears. Which now befell. And thus perchance some brass-clad Greek would say: "O friends. till ent'ring in. Yet ne'er had warn'd him of such grief as this.Lay on the face of earth or mountain tops. Had not that struggle with contempt beheld: Such grievous labour o'er Patroclus' corpse Had Jove to horses and to men decreed. and fighting in the foremost ranks. They. and high the hopes of each To bear it off in triumph. With. But of Patroclus' fall no tidings yet Had reach'd Achilles. So these in narrow space this way and that The body dragg'd. They in a circle rang'd. to Troy the Trojans. Fought on apart. for no hope Had he of taking by assault the town. toil'd on beneath their armour's weight. Or Pallas to her utmost fury rous'd. and eyes. ere that should be. each seeking to avoid The hostile missiles. Let earth engulph us all. Fought hand to hand. They but by fits. the grease Is all absorb'd. that weary fight. to their ships The Greeks. his aid. the knees. beneath the walls of Troy. Nor look'd he of his death to hear. spirit-stirring Mars himself. but they deem'd him still Alive. fought. Great was meanwhile their labour. 'twere shameful should we to the ships Ingloriously return. so better far Than let these Trojans to their city bear Our dead. Reek'd with continuous toil and sweat. And legs and feet. who sustain'd. As yet no tidings of Patroclus' fall Had reach'd two valiant chiefs. at distant intervals. but in the midst The bravest all. Throughout the livelong day. yet let not one give way. fiercely rag'd The struggle. of all Who round Achilles' faithful comrade fought. for the war was wag'd Far from the ships. in darkness and in strife Sore press'd. for oft apart His Goddess-mother had his doom. this way and that. and dragg'd by num'rous hands The supple skin to th' utmost length is stretch'd. by Nestor so enjoin'd. or without. When from the ships he bade them join the fray. tho' fate decreed that here We all should die. but deem'd That when the Trojans to their gates were driv'n. As when a chief his people bids to stretch A huge bull's hide.

and o'er the yoke-band shed Down stream'd their ample manes. Automedon. At length a comrade brave. Thou fain wouldst fight alone. speedy to pursue. son of Priam. And slay. His horses' course directing. Swiftly again assail'd them in pursuit. and in their breasts fresh spirit infus'd. by Hector's murd'rous hand. And thus they fought. and brazen vault of Heav'n. with dust defil'd. so immovable Beneath the splendid car they stood. But to your limbs and spirits will I impart Such strength. And walk upon the earth. I will not suffer it. and their speed Exciting. By Hector. while scalding tears Dropp'd earthward from their eyelids. shaking from their manes the dust. Nor. While Hector proudly on his breast displays . or creep. And sorrowing shook his head. Yet. But as a column stands." He said. Laerces' son. had pow'r at once To guide the flying steeds. Diores' valiant son.Thus. hapless horses! wherefore gave we you To royal Peleus. cheering each his comrades. in vain with threats. You that from age and death are both exempt! Was it that you the miseries might share Of wretched mortals? for of all that breathe. that from the battle to the ships Ye shall in safety bear Automedon. They. nor join the fray. the car Amid the Greeks and Trojans lightly bore. as they heard how in the dust was laid Their charioteer. Nor to the ships would they return again By the broad Hellespont. nor shall your well-wrought car. in the car alone. the iron clangour pierc'd The empty air. be controll'd. Achilles' arms. he could not slay. and thus Automedon address'd: "Automedon. would they speak. though he mourn'd his comrade slain. Achilles' steeds Wept. thy comrade slain. with vaunting boast. In vain with honey'd words. Alcimedon. to a mortal man. The son of Saturn pitying saw their grief. in the foremost ranks. Till sets the sun. behind the car He stood. and darkness shrouds the earth. is nought More wretched than th' unhappy race of man. Then. until they reach the well-mann'd ships. enough for him To hold. what God has fill'd thy mind With counsels vain. For yet I will the Trojans shall prevail. which marks the tomb Of man or woman. their heads Down-drooping to the ground. Amid the battle rush'd Automedon. But. Yet shall not ye. as thus he mus'd: "Ah. and hurl the spear. beheld. Swiftly he fled from out the Trojan host. as a vulture 'mid a flock of geese. Essay'd in vain to rouse them with the lash. and thee of sense bereft? That with the Trojans. as they mourn'd Their charioteer. from the fight withdrawn.

For they. and to Alcimedon. thus he spoke: "Alcimedon." He said. methinks. poising. the living. Patroclus. and in his body lodg'd. and. Alcimedon the whip and reins assum'd. Take thon the whip and shining reins. but breathing on my neck. Diores' son: "Alcimedon. And carry terror 'mid the Grecian host. since none of all the Greeks May vie with thee. godlike chief. committed to unskilful hands. His trusty friend and comrade. be stay'd. Ere us he slay. the brazen point Drove through the belt." Thus spoke Automedon." He said. To guard him. engage in fight. With them both Chromius and Aretus went. . Forward they went. For Hector's might will not. but Jove directs the blow. their shoulders cover'd o'er With stout bull's-hide." To whom Automedon. Or in the foremost ranks himself be slain. With weight o'erpow'ring. Or dare th' encounter of our joint assault. And thus address'd AEneas at his side: "AEneas. great Hector saw. I hurl the spear. with our bravest all. thick overlaid with brass. and loudly call'd On Menelaus and th' Ajaces both: "Ye two Ajaces. prince and counsellor of Troy. through the bloody press. Anchises' valiant son complied. save from death. Full on Aretus' broad-orb'd shield it struck. and make the strong-neck'd steeds their prize: Blind fools! nor destin'd scatheless to escape Automedon's encounter. mounting on the war-car straight.The glorious arms of great AEacides. the mettle to control Of these immortal horses." He said. Menelaus. and straight with added strength His soul was fill'd. I see. and. But haste. I deem. save indeed. The bravest of the Trojans. And. And high their hopes were rais'd. Nor stay'd the shield its course. For Hector and AEneas hitherward. and stave off the hostile ranks. Down leap'd Automedon. and us. while I. But him stern death and fate have overta'en. and mount Achilles' car. he his pray'r To Jove address'd. hurl'd the pond'rous spear. Ye on the dead alone your care bestow. will scarcely stand oppos'd. Descending from the car. leaders of the host. Achilles' horses on the battle-field: These we may hope to take. do thou the horses keep Not far away. the warriors both To slay. if such thy will. force their way: Yet is the issue in the hands of Heav'n. While yet he liv'd.

and rous'd each sev'ral man. Then hold thou firm. he. As o'er the face of Heav'n when Jove extends His bright-hued bow. Pierc'd through the heart. Severs the neck. pressing through the throng. the fight Had been renew'd. good in fight: "O Phoenix." Then. Between the warriors interpos'd in haste. if Achilles' faithful friend The dogs devour beneath the walls of Troy. Pass'd through the ranks. fresh from his repast Upon the carcase of a slaughter'd bull. or wintry storms. The sharp spear soon relax'd his limbs in death. and pinch the flocks. which bid surcease The rural works of man. Then at Automedon great Hector threw His glitt'ring spear. foul reproach Will fasten. Sent by all-seeing Jove to stimulate The warlike Greeks. and his triumph wills. If Pallas would the needful pow'r impart. And godlike Chromius. Automedon Stripp'd off his arms. and hand to hand. with the strength of fire Still rages. To noble Menelaus. a sign to mortal men Of war. all worthless as thou art. And shunn'd the brazen death. in a bright-hued cloud array'd. Again around Patroclus' body rag'd The stubborn conflict. and thus exulting cried: "Of some small portion of its load of grief. in his vitals deep infix'd. direful. the Goddess first. throwing on the car the bloody spoils. terrible as Mars. in alarm recoil'd.As with sharp axe in hand a stalwart man. with quiv'ring shaft The weapon stood. falls. he saw. behind him far Deep in the soil infix'd. Who close beside her stood. there Mars its impulse stay'd. And now with swords. but at their comrade's call The two Ajaces. Atreus' son. and forward stoop'd. For slain Patroclus. For deeply by his death my heart is touch'd. Aretus there they left. O Menelaus. then backwards fell: And quiv'ring. is my heart reliev'd. But valiant Hector. And o'er me spread her aegis. So Pallas. so changed was now his will. As 'twere a lion. So forward first he sprang. hands and feet imbrued with blood. In slaying thee. then would I Undaunted for Patroclus' rescue fight. and all the host inspire. and destruction deals around: For Jove is with him. forward. honour'd sire. He mounted. Pallas stirr'd the strife. And." . thus her stirring words address'd: "On thee. sorrow-fraught: From Heav'n descending. plunging. The form of Phoenix and his pow'rful voice Assuming. aged warrior." To whom thus Menelaus. Before them Hector and AEneas both. Striking behind the horns a sturdy bull.

Alone. he robs our Trojans of their dead. oft repell'd by man. and Atreus' son the corpse Dragg'd from the Trojans 'mid the ranks of Greece. Son of Eetion. Clad in his form. but near the head The sturdy shaft was on the breastplate snapp'd: Loud was the Trojans' shout. Eetion's son. and with vict'ry crown'd The Trojan arms. and he in turn Aim'd at Idomeneus. then he bade His lightning flash." He said. his volleying thunder roar. Trembling. As to the front in dazzling arms he sprang. Of all the people most to Hector dear. Who in Abydos dwelt. Then Hector Leitus. chief of all the Gods. A spear had slightly on the shoulder struck. but now. thine own good friend. renews th' assault Incessant. what other Greek will scare thee next? Who shrink'st from Menelaus. his mark he miss'd. Then Saturn's son his tassell'd aegis wav'd. beneath the waist Atrides struck. But. Asius' son. Which. as he turn'd to fly. Such boldness in Atrides' manly breast Pallas inspir'd: beside Patroclus' corpse Again he stood. and Ida's lofty head In clouds and darkness shrouded. Then close at Hector's side Apollo stood. and quell'd his warlike might. All glitt'ring bright. rich. dark grief o'erclouded Hector's brow. But Coeranus he struck. The first who turn'd to fly was Peneleus. her aid he sought. heretofore A warrior deem'd of no repute. lur'd by taste of human blood. the Far-destroyer spoke: "Hector. And at his table oft a welcome guest: Him. And to his breast the boldness of the fly. And in the foremost ranks e'en now hath slain Podes. Boeotian chief. Clad in the form of Phaenops. Thrust thro' the wrist. of blameless life. Aloctryon's son. to meet in fight. of all th' Allies Honour'd of Hector most. spear in hand. Who close before him stood. and panic-struck the Greeks. Deucalion's son. Upstanding on his car. the charioteer And faithful follower of Meriones. There was one Podes in the Trojan ranks. facing still the foe. right through the spear was driv'n. and best belov'd. and pois'd his glitt'ring spear. him. Who with him came from Lyctus' thriving town: . She gave fresh vigour to his arms and knees. The bone just grazing: by Polydamas. Thund'ring he fell. nor hop'd again The Trojans. Idomeneus at Hector threw his spear: Full on his breast it struck.He said: the blue-ey'd Goddess heard with joy That. he look'd around. onward as he rush'd on Leitus. That shook the mountain. the spear was thrown.

Which dogs and youths with ceaseless toil hath worn. stooping from the car. in th' open light of day. and thus Idomeneus address'd: "Ply now the lash. beside the ships must fall. had not Coeranus his car in haste Driv'n to the rescue. o'er the sons of Greece Remove this cloudy darkness. and tow'rd the ships Idomeneus Urg'd his fleet steeds. Nor did not Ajax and Atrides see How in the Trojans' favour Saturn's son The wav'ring scale of vict'ry turn'd. Then Ajax thus to Menelaus spoke: "Now. and thus Great Ajax Telamon his grief express'd: "O Heav'n! the veriest child might plainly see That Jove the Trojans' triumph has decreed: Their weapons all. and cutting through the tongue. and deem That we. and all the field was clear. But such I see not. to guard From his assault the choicest of the herd. Him Hector struck between the cheek and ear. that his dearest friend lies dead. attain their mark." He said. But slow as moves a lion from the fold. until thou reach the ships: Thyself must see how crush'd the strength of Greece. And bid him to Achilles bear in haste The tidings. That we may see our fate. for fear was on his soul. And by our own return rejoice those friends Who look with sorrow on our plight. the noble Nester's son. And. by his fall had giv'n A Trojan triumph. The sun shone forth. Headlong he fell to earth. for Jove Directs their course. and the mist dispers'd. As yet the mournful tidings have not reach'd. Heav'n-born Menelaus. look around If haply 'mid the living thou mayst see Antilochus. by whomsoever thrown. If such thy will. while ours upon the plain Innocuous fall. him. clear the sky. . all pow'rless to resist the might Of Hector's arm. himself. or strong. That on the field his dearest friend lies dead. Meriones Caught up. nor did Atrides not comply. from. But fell. and die at least. O Father Jove.The chief had left on foot the well-trimm'd ships. by Hector's murd'rous hand." He said. to his Lord he brought Safety. Crashing the teeth. and dropp'd the reins: These. I ween." He said. Would that some comrade were at hand. The clouds he scatter'd. and. pitying. and rescue from unsparing death. for a veil of cloud O'er men and horses all around is spread. Jove beheld his tears. But take we counsel now How from the fray to bear away our dead. to bear A message to Achilles. Who all night long have kept their watch. Or weak.

But nought prevail'd. godlike friend. Cheering his friends. He stood beside him. he besought The two Ajaces and Meriones: "Ye two Ajaces. he rends her life away: So. Menelaus took his way. How kind and genial was his soul to all. to Peleus' son The tidings bear. who waited with his car In close attendance. though in leafiest covert hid. So from Patroclus. panic-struck. the dead Abandon. Menelaus. leaders of the Greeks. wielded by stalwart hands. hath oft th' attempt renew'd. but to Laodocus. thyself thou seest How Jove hath heap'd disaster on the Greeks. And woful tidings hear. which his courage daunt. and aid thy friends. Nor. the crouching hare Eludes not.He. which would to Heav'n I had not to impart. Weeping. And deeply must the Greeks his loss deplore. yet not the less To Menelaus' bidding gave his care: Swiftly he sped. If Nestor's son. come hither. Beside th' Ajaces stood. His naked body. Whom. But these in godlike Thrasymedes' charge He left. Till with the morn he sullenly withdraws. did thy heart Incline thee to remain. as thus he spoke: . first consign'd his arms. and at his words Antilochus Astounded stood. and departing. hunger-pinch'd. But haste thee to the ships. remember now Our lost Patroclus' gentle courtesy. if haply he may save The body of Patroclus from the foe. fam'd of sharpest sight Of all that fly beneath the vault of Heav'n. with reluctant step Atrides mov'd. And thou. Where from their war-worn ranks the Pylian troops Deplor'd the absence of Antilochus. Meriones. While yet he liv'd--now sunk. by spears on ev'ry side. thou mightst descry. but one has fallen. soaring in the clouds. And vict'ry giv'n to Troy. to Peleus' son." Thus saying. His cheerful voice was mute. best! Patroclus lies in death. Him on the field's extremest left he found. long time his tongue in vain For utt'rance strove. Like to an eagle. But swooping down. for much he fear'd the Greeks Might to the Trojans. with mournful news. Casting his glance around on ev'ry side. through the ranks of war Thy piercing glances ev'ry way were turn'd. And blazing torches. alas! in death. and address'd him thus: "Antilochus. Then from the field with active limbs he flew. and to Patroclus hast'ning back. and urging to the fight. for his arms are now The prize of Hector of the glancing helm. And jav'lins met. noble Menelaus. His comrade brave." He said. his eyes were fill'd with tears. alive. Our bravest.

then from amid the press. but on their track Came sweeping on the storm of battle. fierce. not one so bold As. th' Ajaces stemm'd The Trojan force. in the van were seen. in pride of strength. as in name. Checking the mighty river's rushing stream." Whom answer'd thus great Ajax Telamon: "Illustrious Menelaus. With thrust of swords. Who side by side have still been wont to fight. And bear away the body. That down the mountain through the trackless waste Drag some huge log. . and double-pointed spears. Thus they. as they see the hawk approach. And 'scape ourselves from death by Trojan hands. Will Hector and his Trojans hold at bay. in haste I have despatch'd. dashing on. th' Ajaces in their rear Stemming the war. But ever as th' Ajaces turn'd to bay. Uprais'd it high in air. to the ships. To lesser birds the messenger of death. all thy words Are just and true. to battle for the corpse. And glorious Hector. as they saw the Greeks Retiring with their dead. take up in haste."Him to Achilles. Two chiefs. awhile they run. Eager for blood. on a sudden breaking forth. Their colour chang'd to pale. unarm'd. in heart united. still labour on Unflinching. He turns upon them. 'mid their comrades proudly eminent. This way and that in fear of death dispers'd: So onward press'd awhile the Trojan crowd. As dogs that in advance of hunter youths Pursue a wounded boar. yet fiercely as his wrath May burn tow'rd Hector." He said. AEneas. While roar the flames before the gusty wind. and on they rush'd. then from behind Loud yell'd the Trojans. in the rear. As. Itself unbroken by the strength of flood: So firmly. while behind We two. And spent with toil and sweat. yet these still onward press'd. And. old Anchises' son. And flinging it aside upon the plain. and devours House after house amid the glare and blaze. so the Greeks with patient toil Bore on their dead. but when. or timber for the ships. Thou and Meriones. Then. from off the field Bore tow'rd the ships their dead. for how could he. with anxious care. as a cloud of starlings or of daws Fly screaming. they. I can scarce expect His presence here. With Trojans fight? But take we counsel now How from the field to bear away our dead. far stretching o'er the plain. But as the mules. the fire Seizes some populous city. So fiercely pressed upon the Greeks' retreat The clatt'ring tramp of steeds and armed men. as stems the torrent's force Some wooded cliff. backward they recoil. lifting in their arms the corpse. So before Hector and AEneas fled. with stubborn strength endued.

comes with all her seanymphs to comfort him. The latter part of the nine-and-twentieth day. they fought. ye Gods." While in his mind and spirit thus he mus'd. By Greeks abandon'd in their hasty flight. and besought. Chas'd from the plain. and the night ensuing. and orders him to show himself at the head of the intrenchments. Thetis hearing his lamentations. AND NEW ARMOUR MADE HIM BY VULCAN. where Hector and Polydamas disagree in their opinions. Soon as the ships from hostile fires were safe. The Trojans call a council. The sight of him turns the fortune of the day. Iris appears to Achilles by command of Juno. and. but the advice of the former prevails. ARGUMENT. nor Hector's onset meet. BOOK XVIII. furious as the rage of fire. lastly. his mind Th' event presaging. And weeping. Yet still. to remain encamped in the field. The grief of Achilles over the body of Patroclus. Beside him stood the noble Nestor's son. Foolhardy! yet I warn'd him. that I should live To see the bravest of the Myrmidons Cut off by Trojans from the light of day. unintermitted. As thus he commun'd with his mighty heart: "Alas! what means it. Menoetius' noble son has surely fall'n. to obtain new arms for her son. Meantime Antilochus to Peleus' son. his tidings bore. forgetful of their warlike fame. fill'd with anxious thoughts. The scene is at Achilles' tent on the seashore. The speeches of the mother and son on this occasion. are thronging round the ships? Let me not now. that noble one of the shield of Achilles. THE GRIEF OF ACHILLES. thus his mournful message gave: . Back to return.Screaming. rag'd the war. Thetis goes to the palace of Vulcan. endure the grief My mother once foretold. and scatter'd here and there Around the ditch lay store of goodly arms. The news of the death of Patroclus is brought to Achilles by Antilochus. and the body of Patroclus is carried off by the Greeks. The sons of Greece. Him by the high-beak'd ships he found. The description of the wonderful works of Vulcan. that the long-hair'd Greeks. Swift-footed messenger. from whence it changes to the palace of Vulcan. Thus. take up this book.

and learn What grief hath reach'd him." He said. Me miserable! me. My presence can avail. round Achilles swift of foot. As round Achilles. But when they reach'd the fertile shore of Troy. The stag-ey'd Halia. As with his hands his flowing locks he tore. with her they went. Groaning in spirit. Actaea. of heroes chief! Like a young tree he throve: I tended him. from the war withdrawn. in aged Peleus' house. as Thetis led the wail: "Give ear. Beating their breasts. nor. His naked body. and learn How deep the grief that in my breast I bear. Beside her aged father where she sat In the deep ocean caves. He lives in sorrow. In tears beside him stood Antilochus. and Galatea. rushing out of doors. before them parted th' ocean wave. his Goddess-mother heard. [5] . Clymene. Were moor'd the vessels of the Myrmidons. and Cymothoe. Panope. Achilles' and Patroclus' prize of war. in ocean's depths who dwell. and sees the light of day. Fill'd was the glassy cave. in unison They beat their breasts. Encircled her around. my beautiful. and Amphithoe. for his arms are now The prize of Hector of the glancing helm. she heard. and darkest clouds of grief o'erspread Achilles' brow. Stretch'd in the dust his lofty stature lay. fearful lest for grief In his own bosom he should sheathe his sword. In order due they landed on the beach. with tott'ring limbs they press'd. In a rich vineyard as the choicest plant. him ne'er shall I behold. Limnorea. Nesaee. of noblest son Unhappiest mother! me. That I may see my dearest child. Which would to Heav'n I had not to impart. Spio. To thee I bring. And in his own Achilles' hand he held. Doris. E'en while he lives. a son who bore. Weeping. There too were Oreithyia. Till in the beaked ships I sent him forth To war with Troy. And o'er his body now the war is wag'd. Loud was the wailing of the female band."Alas! great son of Peleus." She said. Where frequent. woful news. to soothe his grief. my sister Nereids all. Returning home. Marring his graceful visage. Melite. And all the denizens of ocean's depths. Cymodoce. with both his hands he seiz'd And pour'd upon his head the grimy dust. And Amathea with the golden hair. and wept: The Nereids all. Patroclus lies in death. and left the cave. and defil'd With black'ning ashes all his costly robes. Loud were his moans. yet will I go. My brave.

her tears o'erflowing. all this indeed hath Jove fulfill'd. flying to their ships. Yet what avails it. as he groan'd aloud. King of men. answ'ring. beside him stood His Goddess-mother. Thetis thus: "E'en as thou sayst. nor the many Greeks Whom Hector's hand hath slain. in her hands She held his head. In search of Hector now. By fate and Juno's bitter wrath subdued. Nor long shall Hector's fate precede thine own. a glorious gift. A marvel to behold. Accurs'd of Gods and men be hateful strife And anger. while pitying thus she spoke: "Why weeps my son? and what his cause of grief? Speak out. Mourning thy son. thy term is short. But pass we that. of him who slew My friend. which to violence provokes E'en temp'rate souls: though sweeter be its taste Than dropping honey. to others. But idly here I sit. From death not e'en the might of Hercules. and th' Immortals all. which from the Gods Peleus receiv'd. cumb'ring the ground: I. and mourn their insult past. I go. I yield. that. sore needing my protecting arm. vanquish'd by my spear. and nought conceal. that day When they consign'd thee to a mortal's bed. for all thy pray'r Which with uplifted hands thou mad'st to Jove. such anger in my soul Hath Agamemnon kindled. though still my heart be sore." To whom Achilles. How better were it. whom to his home return'd Thou never more shalt see. spoke in passionate grief: "Would I might die this hour. Unless that Hector. . my son.There. And I. could fly. and pay the price Of foul dishonour to Patroclus done. Nor to Patroclus. who ne'er again must see my home." To whom. prepar'd to meet my death. Yet will I school my angry spirit down. in debate. if thy lot had been Still 'mid the Ocean deities to dwell. those weighty. have render'd aid. like smoke. deeply groaning. Though best belov'd of Saturn's son. When Jove shall will it. in the heart of man Swelling. The routed sons of Greece should feel how much They need thine aid. thus: "Mother. beauteous arms. who amid the Greeks no equal own In fight. nor would I wish To live." Achilles. Patroclus? whom I honour'd most Of all my comrades. since my dearest friend Is slain. lov'd him as my soul. who fail'd to save My comrade slain! far from his native land He died. May lose his forfeit life. And Peleus had espous'd a mortal bride! For now is bitter grief for thee in store. and move amid my fellow-men. He hath fulfill'd. weeping. Him have I lost: and Hector from his corpse Hath stripp'd those arms.

flashing arms. by Juno sent. though thou love me. but from Olympus' height Came storm-swift Iris down to Peleus' son." Whom answer'd thus the silver-footed Queen: "True are thy words. And now the body had he borne away. the Trojans hold: Them Hector of the glancing helm himself Bears on his breast. Nor had the well-greav'd Greets Achilles' friend. She stood beside him. And bade him don his arms. Sought by the feet to drag away the dead. But thou. then shall all men know How long I have been absent from the field." Thus saying. Thrice noble Hector. but backward not a step retir'd. She to Olympus sped. exulting. Patroclus. While I to high Olympus speed. bitter tears shall wipe. Then. fail'd The son of Priam from the corpse to scare. Until thine eyes again behold me here. to crave At Vulcan's hand. thrice. the Greeks meanwhile Before the warrior-slayer Hector fled With wild. And commendable.I too. ere I die. With endless fame. The two Ajaces drove him from his prey. shouting loud. by Vulcan wrought. now. engage not in the toils of war." She said. Yet. from amid the fray withdrawn. now rushing on He dash'd amid the fray. and to th' Immortals all. from her son she turn'd away. And groan in anguish. deep-bosom'd dames. The aged Ocean God. And from their delicate cheeks. from the stroke of death To save a worsted comrade. immortal fame will win. And Hector. And turning. fearless in his strength. my son. seizing from behind. and to my father's house. thence in hope To bear the dazzling armour to her son. E'en so th' Ajaces. Yet. while to high Olympus sped The silver-footed Goddess. hunger-pinch'd. For close upon him follow'd horse and man. yet not long Shall be his triumph. As from a carcase herdsmen strive in vain To scare a tawny lion. for bootless were thy speech. since such my doom. for his doom is nigh. and good it is. must lie in death. to her sister Nereids spoke: "Back to the spacious bosom of the deep Retire ye now. tumultuous uproar. seek not from the war To stay my steps. fierce as flame. Cheering his friends. mail-clad warriors. but thine arms. Unknown to Jove. your tidings bear. Dardan and Trojan. the skill'd artificer. and they beneath the ocean wave Descended. Thy brazen. A boon of dazzling armour for my son. clad in warlike might. till they reach'd Their vessels and the shore of Hellespont. For with to-morrow's sun will I return With arms of heav'nly mould. and address'd him thus: . son of Priam. Stood firm.

whence fiery flashes gleam'd. And those to Ilium's breezy heights intent To bear the body. Pallas join'd her voice. His head encircling with a coronet Of golden cloud. and from above the ditch Appear before them. daunted at the sight. which hostile forces round Beleaguer. swift of foot: "Say. thou prince of men! Haste to Patroclus' rescue." To whom again Achilles. son of Peleus! up. and to boot My mother warn'd me not to arm for fight. is wag'd a fearful war. With mutual slaughter. Till I again should see her. rememb'ring well His mother's prudent counsel. and all day with cruel war From its own state cut off. swift of foot: "How in the battle toil can I engage? My arms are with the Trojans. and Pallas threw Her tassell'd aegis o'er his shoulders broad. and vanish'd. . th' imperial wife of Jove. noble Hector chief. for little pause has yet been theirs. and stood above the ditch. if haply o'er the sea May come the needful aid. And shouted loudly. But go thou forth. and to the dwellers round Their signal flash. But from the Greeks apart. so brightly flash'd That fiery light around Achilles' head. Dishon'ring thee. heav'nly Iris. and all the Gods Who on Olympus' snowy summit dwell. around." Swift Iris said. blaze frequent forth the beacon fires. if aught dishonour him. thy comrade's head. Who longs to sever from the tender neck. Haply the Trojans may forsake the field. there he stood. amid the foremost ranks Ev'n now is fighting o'er Patroclus' corpse. whom. High rise the flames. Up then! delay no longer. but when the sun Hath set. methinks. Save the broad shield of Ajax Telamon And he. And fix upon the spikes. these the dead defending. And fill'd with terror all the Trojan host." Whom answer'd storm-swift Iris: "Well we know Thy glorious arms are by the Trojans held. Before the ships. And breathing-time afford the sons of Greece. dear to Jove. He left the wall."Up. of th' immortal Gods Who bade thee seek me. Unknown to Saturn's son. Toil-worn. for she hop'd To bring me heav'nly arms by Vulcan wrought: Nor know I well whose armour I could wear. then uprose Achilles." Whom answer'd thus Achilles. As from an island city up to Heav'n The smoke ascends. and this message bring?" To whom swift Iris thus: "To thee I come By Juno sent. deem it shame Patroclus' corpse should glut the dogs of Troy.

trust me. While fiercely burn'd 'gainst Atreus' godlike son That mighty warrior's wrath. ye will by me be rul'd. The sun had set. And there and then beside their chariots fell Twelve of their bravest. And on a litter laid. Now. Laid on the bier.Clear as the trumpet's sound. Who thus with prudent speech began. The friend of Hector. from the battle long withdrawn. encompass'd round with hostile bands. and breath'd awhile the Greeks From the fierce labours of the balanc'd field. from the chariots loos'd their steeds: But ere they shar'd the ev'ning meal. excites my fear. born the selfsame night. and I rejoic'd When by the ships we pass'd the night. Thrice terror struck both Trojans and Allies. Where Greeks and Trojans oft in warlike strife Their balanc'd strength exert. kindled by the blue-ey'd Goddess. if he come forth. ambrosial night detains The son of Peleus. the sage Polydamas. with them. beside the ships. Peleus' son. well pleas'd. Thrice shouted from the ditch the godlike chief. await. One in debate. Heav'n avert such fate! But if. bore back the cars: Their charioteers. for a while. reluctant sank Th' unwearied sun beneath the ocean wave. so 'twere best. the other best in arms. swift of foot. beheld the flame Which. they met In council. nor the morn Here in the plain. By stag-ey'd Juno sent. So far remov'd from our protecting walls. but at early morn If issuing forth in arms he find us here. when reappear'd Achilles. but ne'er to welcome his return. my friends! my counsel is That we regain the city. Our fight will be to guard our homes and wives. and pierc'd with deadly wounds: Him to the war with horses and with cars He sent. shall in safety reach the walls Of sacred Troy. and happy he Who. Conscious of coming ill. . impetuous spirit will spurn the plain. dismay'd. and said: "Be well advis'd. as on his friend he gaz'd. 'twas easier far With th' other Greeks to deal. the sleek-skin'd steeds themselves. Patroclus' body from the fray withdrew. But when Achilles' voice of brass they heard. which calls to arms Some town. His proud. around him stood His comrades mourning. flying. Nor less the Trojans. none dar'd to sit. Shedding hot tears. from the stubborn fight Retiring. Address'd th' assembly. I own Achilles. They quail'd in spirit. though loth. Rang out the voice of great AEacides. all stood up. while the Greeks. his sagacious mind Alone beheld the future and the past. His prowess we shall know. For fear had fallen on all. First Panthous' son. Gain we the city. in hopes We soon might call them ours. for many a Trojan slain Shall feed the vultures. but now. blaz'd Unquench'd around the head of Peleus' son.

None the sage counsel of Polydamas! Then through the camp they shar'd the ev'ning meal. And. Too late arriving. or I. around the town. Its brass. by ranks. And led with bitter groans the loud lament. Then follows. crowded by the sea. Since on our city fell the wrath of Jove." To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm With stern regard: "Polydamas. and by Pallas of their sense bereft. were once the common theme Of ev'ry tongue. thy words Are such as grate unkindly on mine ear. What? have ye not already long enough Been coop'd within the tow'rs? the wealth of Troy. To force an entrance. Through many a mountain glen. himself. so harder were his task If. purposeless. shall our city guard: Then issuing forth in arms at early morn Man we the tow'rs. While tow'rs. to Phrygian and Maeonian shores For sale exported. from the perilous strife I will not shrink. As when the hunters. Shall be the suff'rer. but his encounter meet: So he. when deep-designing Saturn's son Such glory gives me as to gain the ships. bootless to return. in the forest's depth. the hunters' steps. Meantime the Greeks all night with tears and groans Bewail'd Patroclus: on his comrade's breast Achilles laid his murder-dealing hands. With grief and fury fill'd. But if indeed Achilles by the ships Hath reappear'd. And now. and ere that end be gain'd. nor will I allow. in arms. well-fitting. But hear ye all. if perchance he may o'ertake. His strong-neck'd horses worn with labour vain In coursing. Fool! put not thou these timid counsels forth. the Trojans cheer'd aloud: Fools. throughout the host. Which none will follow. and folding doors Close join'd. The dogs of Troy upon his flesh shall feed. if such there be. hem in the Greeks." Thus Hector spoke. Better that they should hold them than the Greeks: And with the morn. Who all applauded Hector's ill advice. or the town destroy. if so he choose. from the ships advancing. he with anger chafes. and do as I advise: Share now the meal. and lofty gates. . costly merchandise. Who fain wouldst have us to the walls retire. Is not his aim. and each keep careful guard. round the wall He offer battle. our hoarded treasures now Are gone. Will we again awake the furious war. Have robb'd a bearded lion of his cubs. And whom his spoils o'erload. Then set your watch. its gold. Let him divide them with the gen'ral crowd.This night in council husband we our strength. Impartial Mars hath oft the slayer slain. beside the ships. shall gain immortal fame. so Peleus' son.

With bitter groans, the Myrmidons address'd: "Vain was, alas! the promise which I gave, Seeking the brave Menoetius to console, To bring to Opus back his gallant son, Rich with his share of spoil from Troy o'erthrown; But Jove fulfils not all that man designs: For us hath fate decreed, that here in Troy We two one soil should redden with our blood; Nor me, returning to my native land, Shall aged Peleus in his halls receive, Nor Thetis; here must earth retain my bones. But since, Patroclus, I am doom'd on earth Behind thee to remain, thy fun'ral rites I will not celebrate, till Hector's arms, And head, thy haughty slayer's, here I bring; And on thy pyre twelve noble sons of Troy Will sacrifice, in vengeance of thy death. Thou by our beaked ships till then must lie; And weeping o'er thee shall deep-bosom'd dames, Trojan and Dardan, mourn both night and day; The prizes of our toil, when wealthy towns Before our valour and our spears have fall'n." He said, and bade his comrades on the fire An ample tripod place, without delay To cleanse Patroclus from the bloody gore: They on the burning fire the tripod plac'd, With water fill'd, and kindled wood beneath. Around the bellying tripod rose the flames, Heating the bath; within the glitt'ring brass Soon as the water boil'd, they wash'd the corpse, With lissom oils anointing, and the wounds With fragrant ointments fill'd, of nine years old; Then in fine linen they the body wrapp'd From head to feet, and laid it on a couch. And cover'd over with a fair white sheet. All night around Achilles swift of foot The Myrmidons with tears Patroclus mourn'd. To Juno then, his sister and his wife, Thus Saturn's son: "At length thou hast thy will, Imperial Juno, who hast stirr'd to war Achilles swift of foot; well might one deem These long-hair'd Greeks from thee deriv'd their birth." To whom in answer thus the stag-ey'd Queen: "What words, dread son of Saturn, dost thou speak? E'en man, though mortal, and inferior far To us in wisdom, might so much effect Against his fellow-man; then how should I, By double title chief of Goddesses, First by my birth, and next because thy wife I boast me, thine, o'er all the Gods supreme, Not work my vengeance on the Trojan race?" Such, converse while they held, to Vulcan's house, Immortal, starlike bright, among the Gods Unrivall'd, all of brass, by Vulcan's self Constructed, sped the silver-footed Queen.

Him swelt'ring at his forge she found, intent On forming twenty tripods, which should stand The wall surrounding of his well-built house; With golden wheels beneath he furnish'd each, And to th' assembly of the Gods endued With pow'r to move spontaneous, and return, A marvel to behold! thus far his work He had completed; but not yet had fix'd The rich-wrought handles; these his labour now Engag'd, to fit them, and to rivet fast. While thus he exercis'd his practis'd skill, The silver-footed Queen approach'd the house. Charis, the skilful artist's wedded wife, Beheld her coming, and advanc'd to meet; And, as her hand she clasp'd, address'd her thus: "Say, Thetis of the flowing robe, belov'd And honour'd, whence this visit to our house, An unaccustom'd guest? but come thou in, That I may welcome thee with honour due." Thus, as she spoke, the Goddess led her in, And on a seat with silver studs adorn'd, Fair, richly wrought, a footstool at her feet, She bade her sit; then thus to Vulcan call'd: "Haste hither, Vulcan; Thetis asks thine aid." Whom answer'd thus the skill'd artificer: "An honour'd and a venerated guest Our house contains; who sav'd me once from woe, When by my mother's act from Heav'n I fell, Who, for that I was crippled in my feet, Deem'd it not shame to hide me: hard had then My fortune been, had not Eurynome And Thetis in their bosoms shelter'd me; Eurynome, from old Oceanus Who drew her birth, the ever-circling flood. Nine years with them I dwelt, and many a work I fashion'd there of metal, clasps, and chains Of spiral coil, rich cups, and collars fair, Hid in a cave profound; where th' ocean stream With ceaseless murmur foam'd and moan'd around; Unknown to God or man, but to those two Who sav'd me, Thetis and Eurynome. Now to my house hath fair-hair'd Thetis come; To her, my life preserv'd its tribute owes: Then thou the hospitable rites perform. While I my bellows and my tools lay by." He said, and from the anvil rear'd upright His massive strength; and as he limp'd along, His tottering knees were bow'd beneath his weight. The bellows from the fire he next withdrew, And in a silver casket plac'd his tools; Then with a sponge his brows and lusty arms He wip'd, and sturdy neck and hairy chest. He donn'd his robe, and took his weighty staff; Then through the door with halting step he pass'd; There waited on their King the attendant maids; In form as living maids, but wrought in gold;

Instinct with consciousness, with voice endued, And strength, and skill from heav'nly teachers drawn. These waited, duteous, at the Monarch's side, His steps supporting; he, with halting gait, Pass'd to a gorgeous chair by Thetis' side, And, as her hand he clasp'd, address'd her thus: "Say, Thetis of the flowing robe, belov'd And honour'd, whence this visit to our house. An unaccustom'd guest? say what thy will, And, if within my pow'r, esteem it done." To whom in answer Thetis, weeping, thus: "Vulcan, of all the Goddesses who dwell On high Olympus, lives there one whose soul Hath borne such weight of woe, so many griefs, As Saturn's son hath heap'd on me alone? Me, whom he chose from all the sea-born nymphs, And gave to Peleus, son of AEacus, His subject; I endur'd a mortal's bed, Though sore against my will; he now, bent down By feeble age, lies helpless in his house. Now adds he farther grief; he granted me To bear, and rear, a son, of heroes chief; Like a young tree he throve; I tended him, In a rich vineyard as the choicest plant: Till in the beaked ships I sent him forth To war with Troy; him ne'er shall I receive, Returning home, in aged Peleus' house. E'en while he lives, and sees the light of day, He lives in sorrow; nor, to soothe his grief, My presence can avail; a girl, his prize, Selected for him by the sons of Greece, Great Agamemnon wrested from his arms: In grief and rage he pin'd his soul away; Then by the Trojans were the Greeks hemm'd in Beside their ships, and from within their camp No outlet found; the Grecian Elders then Implor'd his aid, and promis'd costly gifts. With his own hand to save them he refus'd; But, in his armour clad, to battle sent His friend Patroclus, with a num'rous band. All day they fought before the Scaean* gates; And in that day had Ilium been destroy'd, But in the van, Menoetius' noble son. After great deeds achiev'd, Apollo slew, And crown'd with glory Hector, Priam's son. Therefore a suppliant to thy knees I come, If to my son, to early death condemn'd, Thou wilt accord the boon of shield and helm, And well-wrought greaves with silver clasps secur'd, And breastplate; for his own, his faithful friend, By Trojan hands subdued, hath lost; and he, O'erwhelm'd with grief, lies prostrate on the earth." Whom answer'd thus the skill'd artificer: "Take comfort, nor let this disturb thy mind; Would that as surely, when his hour shall come, I could defend him from the stroke of death, As I can undertake that his shall be

Such arms as they shall marvel who behold." He left her thus, and to his forge return'd; The bellows then directing to the fire, He bade them work; through twenty pipes at once Forthwith they pour'd their diverse-temper'd blasts; Now briskly seconding his eager haste, Now at his will, and as the work requir'd. The stubborn brass, and tin, and precious gold, And silver, first he melted in the fire, Then on its stand his weighty anvil plac'd; And with one hand the hammer's pond'rous weight He wielded, while the other grasp'd the tongs. And first a shield he fashion'd, vast and strong, With rich adornment; circled with a rim, Threefold, bright-gleaming, whence a silver belt Depended; of five folds the shield was form'd; And on its surface many a rare design Of curious art his practis'd skill had wrought. Thereon were figur'd earth, and sky, and sea, The ever-circling sun, and full-orb'd moon, And all the signs that crown the vault of Heav'n; Pleiads and Hyads, and Orion's might, And Arctos, call'd the Wain, who wheels on high His circling course, and on Orion waits; Sole star that never bathes in th' ocean wave. And two fair populous towns were sculptur'd there; In one were marriage pomp and revelry. And brides, in gay procession, through the streets With blazing torches from their chambers borne, While frequent rose the hymeneal song. Youths whirl'd around in joyous dance, with sound Of flute and harp; and, standing at their doors, Admiring women on the pageant gaz'd. Meanwhile a busy throng the forum fill'd: There between two a fierce contention rose, About a death-fine; to the public one Appeal'd, asserting to have paid the whole; While one denied that he had aught receiv'd. Both were desirous that before the Judge The issue should be tried; with noisy shouts Their several partisans encourag'd each. The heralds still'd the tumult of the crowd: On polish'd chairs, in solemn circle, sat The rev'rend Elders; in their hands they held The loud-voic'd heralds' sceptres; waving these, They heard th' alternate pleadings; in the midst Two talents lay of gold, which he should take Who should before them prove his righteous cause. Before the second town two armies lay, In arms refulgent; to destroy the town Th' assailants threaten'd, or among themselves Of all the wealth within the city stor'd An equal half, as ransom, to divide. The terms rejecting, the defenders mann'd

A secret ambush; on the walls they plac'd Women and children muster'd for defence, And men by age enfeebled; forth they went, By Mars and Pallas led; these, wrought in gold, In golden arms array'd, above the crowd For beauty and stature, as befitting Gods, Conspicuous shone; of lesser height the rest. But when the destin'd ambuscade was reach'd, Beside the river, where the shepherds drove Their flocks and herds to water, down they lay, In glitt'ring arms accoutred; and apart They plac'd two spies, to notify betimes Th' approach of flocks of sheep and lowing herds. These, in two shepherds' charge, ere long appear'd, Who, unsuspecting as they mov'd along, Enjoy'd the music of their past'ral pipes. They on the booty, from afar discern'd, Sprang from their ambuscade; and cutting off The herds, and fleecy flocks, their guardians slew. Their comrades heard the tumult, where they sat Before their sacred altars, and forthwith Sprang on their cars, and with fast-stepping steeds Pursued the plund'rers, and o'ertook them soon. There on the river's bank they met in arms, And each at other hurl'd their brazen spears. And there were figur'd Strife, and Tumult wild, And deadly Fate, who in her iron grasp One newly-wounded, one unwounded bore, While by the feet from out the press she dragg'd Another slain: about her shoulders hung A garment crimson'd with the blood of men. Like living men they seem'd to move, to fight, To drag away the bodies of the slain. And there was grav'n a wide-extended plain Of fallow land, rich, fertile, mellow soil, Thrice plough'd; where many ploughmen up and down Their teams were driving; and as each attain'd The limit of the field, would one advance, And tender him a cup of gen'rous wine: Then would he turn, and to the end again Along the furrow cheerly drive his plough. And still behind them darker show'd the soil, The true presentment of a new-plough'd field, Though wrought in gold; a miracle of art. There too was grav'n a corn-field, rich in grain, Where with sharp sickles reapers plied their task, And thick, in even swathe, the trusses fell; The binders, following close, the bundles tied: Three were the binders; and behind them boys In close attendance waiting, in their arms Gather'd the bundles, and in order pil'd. Amid them, staff in hand, in silence stood The King, rejoicing in the plenteous swathe. A little way remov'd, the heralds slew A sturdy ox, and now beneath an oak Prepar'd the feast; while women mix'd, hard by, White barley porridge for the lab'rers' meal.

And, with rich clusters laden, there was grav'n A vineyard fair, all gold; of glossy black The bunches were, on silver poles sustain'd; Around, a darksome trench; beyond, a fence Was wrought, of shining tin; and through it led One only path, by which the bearers pass'd, Who gather'd in the vineyard's bounteous store. There maids and youths, in joyous spirits bright, In woven baskets bore the luscious fruit. A boy, amid them, from a clear-ton'd harp Drew lovely music; well his liquid voice The strings accompanied; they all with dance And song harmonious join'd, and joyous shouts, As the gay bevy lightly tripp'd along. Of straight-horn'd cattle too a herd was grav'n; Of gold and tin the heifers all were wrought: They to the pasture, from the cattle-yard, With gentle lowings, by a babbling stream, Where quiv'ring reed-beds rustled, slowly mov'd. Four golden shepherds walk'd beside the herd, By nine swift dogs attended; then amid The foremost heifers sprang two lions fierce Upon the lordly bull: he, bellowing loud, Was dragg'd along, by dogs and youths pursued. The tough bull's-hide they tore, and gorging lapp'd Th' intestines and dark blood; with vain attempt The herdsmen following closely, to the attack Cheer'd their swift dogs; these shunn'd the lions' jaws, And close around them baying, held aloof. And there the skilful artist's hand had trac'd A pastaro broad, with fleecy flocks o'erspread, In a fair glade, with fold, and tents, and pens. There, too, the skilful artist's hand had wrought With curious workmanship, a mazy dance, Like that which Daedalus in Cnossus erst At fair-hair'd Ariadne's bidding fram'd. There, laying each on other's wrists their hand, Bright youths and many-suitor'd maidens danc'd: In fair white linen these; in tunics those, Well woven, shining soft with fragrant oils; These with fair coronets were crown'd, while those With golden swords from silver belts were girt. Now whirl'd they round with nimble practis'd feet, Easy, as when a potter, seated, turns A wheel, new fashion'd by his skilful hand, And spins it round, to prove if true it run; Now featly mov'd in well-beseeming ranks. A num'rous crowd, around, the lovely dance Survey'd, delighted; while an honour'd Bard Sang, as he struck the lyre, and to the strain Two tumblers, in the midst, were whirling round. About the margin of the massive shield Was wrought the mighty strength of th' ocean stream. The shield completed, vast and strong, he forg'd A breastplate, dazzling bright as flame of fire;

rushes with fury to the combat. loud rang the wondrous work. from the snow-clad heights Of huge Olympus. a weighty helmet for his head. Minerva descends to strengthen him. Thetis brings to her son the armour made by Vulcan. my son. to the ships returning. Now morn in saffron robe. The hero obstinately refuses all repast. The presents are conveyed to the tent of Achilles: where Briseis laments over the body of Patroclus. Fair. Around him mourn'd his comrades. well-fitting greaves of pliant tin. beneath his brows His eyes like lightning flash'd. Who o'er Patroclus hung in bitter grief. by the order of Jupiter. not astonished by that prodigy. since Heav'n hath doom'd his fall. darted swiftly down. but the hero. Charg'd with the glitt'ring arms by Vulcan wrought. with crest of gold above. The skill'd artificer his works complete Before Achilles' Goddess-mother laid: She. The thirtieth day. and commands him to assemble the army. as she spoke. nor dar'd Affront the sight: but as Achilles gaz'd. like a falcon. More fiery burn'd his wrath. from th' ocean stream Ascending. as thus she spoke: "Leave we. with fierce delight . Agamemnon and Achilles are solemnly reconciled: the speeches. The Goddess laid. The scene is on the sea-shore. One of them is miraculously endued with voice. Here let him lie. As Thetis. and clasp'd his hand. and inspired to prophesy his fate. there her son she found. Achilles is with great difficulty persuaded to refrain from the battle till the troops have refreshed themselves. in the midst She stood. Fairer than e'er on mortal breast were borne. light diffus'd o'er Gods and men. Then last. presents. to declare his resentment at an end. But thou these arms receive. He addresses himself to his horses. by Vulcan sent.And next. the dead. richly wrought. by the advice of Ulysses. BOOK XIX." The arms before Achilles. and ceremonies on that occasion. though deep our grief. ARGUMENT THE RECONCILIATION OF ACHILLES AND AGAMEMNON. He arms for the fight. and gives himself up to lamentations for his friend. bore The gift of Vulcan. his appearance described. and reproaches them with the death of Patroclus. With awe the Myrmidons beheld. She preserves the body of his friend from corruption.

red nectar and ambrosia pour'd. by hostile hands Subdued. do thou Muster to battle straight the long-hair'd Greeks. abjure thy wrath. when reappear'd Achilles. . And loudly shouting. and such as mortal man Could never forge. Will long retain the mem'ry of our feud. Still should his flesh be firm and fresh as now: But thou to council call the chiefs of Greece. and put on thy might.He seiz'd the glorious gift: and when his soul Had feasted on the miracle of art. two ministers of Mars. and said: "Great son of Atreus. Yet pass we that. it is not meet It burn for ever unappeas'd. She in Patroclus' nostrils. Along the ocean beach Achilles pass'd. Against the monarch Agamemnon there. And on the foremost seats their places took. The steersmen. while I in anger stood aloof. had stabb'd him in the stubborn fight. Great was the gain to Troy. my son. Appear'd. for Antenor's son. for a girl. and desecrate the dead. When all the Greeks were closely throng'd around. Next follow'd Agamemnon. to preserve His flesh. Two noble chiefs. And. Coon. To Thetis thus his winged words address'd: "Mother. I go to arm me straight. but Greeks. and though our hearts be sore. corruption reach his flesh. The very stewards that serv'd the daily bread. Their halting steps supporting with their spears. Lest in his spear-inflicted wounds the flies May gender worms. call'd on all the chiefs. methinks. That on the flesh of slaughter'd warriors prey: And should he here remain a year complete." Whom answer'd thus the silver-footed Queen: "Let not such fears. Worthy a God." Her words with dauntless courage fill'd his breast. and valiant Diomed. what hath been the gain To thee or me. Then all who heretofore remain'd on board. since heart-consuming strife Hath fiercely rag'd between us. disturb thy mind: I will myself the swarms of flies disperse. who the vessels' rudders hold. All to th' assembly throng'd. Up rose Achilles swift of foot. The leader of the host. King of men. Still let us school our angry spirits down. He also wounded. Ulysses sage. My wrath I here abjure. Yet fear I for Menoetius' noble son. Then arm thee quickly. from the fight so long withdrawn. Who would to Heav'n had died by Dian's shafts That day when from Lyrnessus' captur'd town I bore her off? so had not many a Greek Bitten the bloody dust. the God hath giv'n me arms indeed. yet crippled by their grievous wounds. life extinct.

Will gladly rest his limbs. Grecian Heroes. swear a solemn oath That he shall be the Lord of all around. but found his error soon. she brought to light. When one stands up to speak. nor wilt fulfil thy word: Come now. I ween. Whom. And I their frequent censure have incurr'd: Yet was not I the cause. I my mind Will frankly open.' Whom answer'd Juno thus. The words I speak. that all may know. Daughter of Jove. when Juno's art By female stratagem the God deceiv'd. Oft hath this matter been by Greeks discuss'd." He said: the well-greav'd Greeks rejoic'd to hear His wrath abjur'd by Peleus' godlike son. With blighting touch. Not on the earth. 'tis meet for all To lend a patient ear. Misleading all. though untimely born. E'en Jove. Who on this day shall be of woman born. She knew. ye among yourselves Impart the words I speak. that day I robb'd Achilles of his lawful prize. By thee ordain'd to be the Argives' King. baleful pow'r. dread Ate. Eurystheus.' She said. I may make trial if beside the ships They dare this night remain. and Fate. My spear escaping. with deep deceit: 'Thou dost but feign. the future Lord of all around. to the Trojans once again oppos'd. Of mortal men. for the wife Of Sthenelus. with lightest step she moves. but Jove. Is born. Ministers of Mars. And thus address'd him: 'Jove. the lightning's Lord. Of mortal men. I bring thee news. from the battle-field. there. who trace to me their blood. When in well-girdled Thebes Alcmena lay In travail of the might of Hercules. This day Lucina shall to light bring forth A child.That. the son of Perseus. this day a mighty man. the promptings of my soul. Down from Olympus' height she sped in haste To Argos of Achaia. and many hath caus'd to err. but o'er the heads of men. swore A solemn oath. What could I do? a Goddess all o'er-rul'd. and all ye Goddesses. Achilles. who can speak That all may hear? the clearest voice must fail. the wisest deem'd of Gods and men. and Jove. . but he. And from his seat. Olympian. son of Sthenelus. Thus to th' assembly Agamemnon spoke: "Friends. nor interrupt. For e'en to practis'd speakers hard the task: But. To Saturn's son herself the tidings brought. not standing in the midst. In boastful tone amid the Gods he spoke: 'Hear all ye Gods. To Peleus' son. in this vast assembly. the snare unseeing. who safe shall fly. who combin'd to throw A strong delusion o'er my mind. who trace to thee their blood. And gloomy Erinnys. Staying meanwhile Alcmena's labour-pangs. was sev'n months pregnant of a son. In error she involv'd.

Remain thou here awhile. Yet are his limbs by slow degrees weigh'd down. So. if thou wilt. The gifts thou deem'st befitting. that thou mayst see I make my offerings with no niggard hand. Or idly loiter. But friendly reconcilement now I seek. oft as Hector of the glancing helm Beside the ships the Greeks to slaughter gave. first with food and wine refresh'd. till from my ship My followers bring the gifts. issue of thy blood. Himself by thirst and hunger worn. but now at once Prepare we for the battle. His spirit retains unbroken. That to Olympus and the starry Heav'n She never should return. meantime to public view Let Agamemnon. and the Gods With equal courage either side inspire: But bid them. of food and wine (Wherein are strength and courage) first partake. and excite the rest to arms. Yet fasting lead not forth the sons of Greece To fight the Trojans. But he who. His arm then whirling. And ye. for no little time Will last the struggle. and bid prepare The morning meal. King of men. King of men. [6] . much remains to do: Again be seen Achilles in the van. Well worthy he to be the Argives' King. by the ships. as he moves. and his limbs Unwearied. I err'd. for Jove my judgment took away. whate'er of late The sage Ulysses promis'd in thy tent: Or." Whom answer'd thus Achilles swift of foot: "Most mighty Agamemnon. till both armies quit the field. and swore a solemn oath. 'tis not meet On trivial pretexts here to waste our time. For none throughout the day till set of sun. When by Eurystheus' hard commands he saw Condemn'd to servile tasks his noble son. Fasting from food. All day maintains the combat with the foe. from the starry Heav'n He flung her down.The son of Perseus. then thyself Uprouse thee. to vex th' affairs of men. Scatt'ring with brazen spear the Trojan ranks. to bear his weight." To whom in answer sage Ulysses thus: "Brave as thou art. that all the Greeks may see. who all misleads. forget not man with man to fight. Disperse then now the crowd. his knees Unable. may bear the toils of war. 'tis for thee To give. display His costly gifts. when the serried ranks Are once engag'd in conflict.' She said: keen sorrow deeply pierc'd his soul. Then Ate by the glossy locks he seiz'd In mighty wrath. Achilles. godlike chief. Yet oft her fraud remember'd he with groans. though eager for the fray. or to withhold. While I prepare the gifts. Back to my mind my former error came. And tender costly presents. His spirit may still be eager for the fray.

that he hath ne'er approach'd The fair Briseis' bed. nor held with her Such intercourse as man with woman holds. with willing mind. thou surpassest me In deeds of arms. and so. King of men: "Son of Laertes. Until the presents from my tent be brought. For none can wonder that insulting speech Should rouse the anger of a sceptred King." To whom Ulysses. blood. and at set of sun. Then at a sumptuous banquet in his tent Let him receive thee. while there he lies. for the oath. and bid them from my vessel bear The gifts. which. But slaughter'd now they lie. to swear." Whom answer'd thus Achilles swift of foot: "Most mighty Agamemnon. Achilles. I accept thy speech With cordial welcome: all that thou hast said Is well and wisely spoken. by Jove to vict'ry led. Unfed. some hour of respite from the fight. thus: "O son of Peleus." To whom thus Agamemnon. where the sword The bloodiest harvest reaps. thou Shalt stand in sight of all men clear of blame.And that thy heart within thee melt with joy: And there in full assembly let him swear A solemn oath. and fasting. whom Priam's son. And my experience greater far than thine: Then to my words incline a patient ear. ye too remain. Turn'd tow'rd the doorway. nor food nor drink shall pass my lips. Hector. Atrides. These matters to some future time were best Deferr'd. Save carnage. for sacrifice to Jove and Sol. Nor in the sight of Heav'n will be forsworn. and accept his oath. Though eager for the fray. How far. hath slain. who pierc'd with mortal wounds. I am prepar'd. I know: but thou must yield To me in counsel. Be thou propitious. And we our solemn compact ratify. Dispenser. Then this command upon thyself I lay: That thou the noblest youths of all the Greeks Select. Our shame aveng'd. sage in council. and withal the women bring. for my years are more. Of rage less fiercely burning in my breast. noblest of the Greeks. Ye bid us take our food. the lightest crop Of slaughter is where Jove inclines the scale. Till then. if I might rule. and groans of dying men. of human wars. an ample feast prepare. His mourning friends around. Men soonest weary of battle. Let then Achilles here awhile remain. No thought have I for these or aught beside. lies within my tent. King of men. . I would to battle lead the sons of Greece. that thine honour due May nothing lack. at his will. to Achilles yesternight We promis'd. And let Talthybius through the host seek out A boar. My comrade slain.

And Sun. List'ning. For day by day successive numbers fall. Twelve horses. my hand Hath fair Briseis touch'd. While all around the Greeks in silence stood. and Earth. To his own loss. Steeling our hearts. and ye who vengeance wreak Beneath the earth on souls of men forsworn. and Lycomedes. across the victim's throat He drew the pitiless blade. With hands uplifted then to Jove he pray'd. Where were the respite then from ceaseless fast? Behoves us bury out of sight our dead. the fair Briseis came. Then. against my will had torn . then let none Require a farther summons to the field. Phyleus' son. On Meges. Talthybius then To hoary Ocean's depths the carcase threw. the promis'd gifts.The Greeks by fasting cannot mourn their dead. Food for the fishes. the eighth. the livelong day Maintain the war. Jove. Sev'n women too. Talthybius stood. twenty caldrons glitt'ring bright. And thus before th' assembled Greeks he spoke: "O Father Jove. then Achilles rose. and weeping but a day. to the monarch's words. Ulysses led the way. or otherwise. ever hanging at his side. but in my tent Still pure and undefil'd hath she remain'd: And if in this I be forsworn." Thus as he spoke. the rest. nor from my arms. (And woe to him who loit'ring by the ships That summons hears. by his side. unwearied. Close by the scabbard of his mighty sword. Thoas. decorous. or to love unchaste Soliciting. and with him brought Ten talents full of gold. well skill'd in household cares. And we. Holding the victim: then Atrides drew The dagger. the work was done. may Heav'n With all the plagues afflict me. Meriones. And from the victim's head the bristles shore. and call'd on noble Nestor's sons. girding on our arms. And Melanippus. With voice of godlike pow'r. due to those Who sin by perjur'd oaths against the Gods. Furies! that never. thou highest. With whom. they together sought The mighty monarch Agamemnon's tent.) but with united force Against the Trojans wake the furious war. how dost thou lead astray Our human judgments! ne'er had Atreus' son My bosom fill'd with wrath. th' attendant youths The other presents bore. Should first with food and wine recruit out strength. whom cruel war has spar'd." He said. first of Gods. Sev'n tripods brought they out. As looking up to Heav'n he made his pray'r: "Be witness. Soon as the word was giv'n. Creon's son. and in the midst Display'd before th' assembly: then uprose The monarch Agamemnon.

I weep thy death. my ever-gentle friend!" Weeping. but that the will of Jove To death predestin'd many a valiant Greek. My dearly lov'd ones. I left thee full Of healthy life. thyself. and with a bitter cry. But each in secret wept her private griefs. Briseis. thus the lovely woman wail'd: "Patroclus. She flung her down upon the corpse. Upon the gifts the warlike Myrmidons Bestow'd their care. refus'd: "I pray you. But thou wouldst make me (such was still thy speech) The wedded wife of Peleus' godlike son: Thou wouldst to Phthia bear me in thy ship. I bear. and tore Her breast. on sorrow heap'd. by mem'ry stirr'd. thou Prince of men! So sorrow still. with groans. as thus he spoke: "How oft hast thou. all were doom'd to death: Nor wouldst thou. But comfort none. Around Achilles throng'd the elder men. fair as golden Venus. dearest friend. The husband of my youth. unconsol'd. th' assembly he dismiss'd in haste. allow my tears to flow. would you show your love. And there. I beheld Slain with the sword before the city walls: Three brothers. saw Patroclus lying. when Achilles swift of foot My husband slew. dear friends. Urging to eat. within the tent They laid them down. and royal Mynes' town In ruin laid. and bore them to the ships. whom with me one mother bore. The crowd dispersing to their sev'ral ships. Within the tent. ill-fated. then. amid the Myrmidons. to whom my sire And honour'd mother gave me." The other monarchs at his word withdrew: The two Atridae. weeping. pierc'd with mortal wounds. Wouldst give my marriage feast." This said. He heav'd a deep-drawn sigh. And aged Phoenix. Of Peleus' godlike son. the women join'd her wail: Patroclus' death the pretext for their tears. her delicate neck. Ask me not now with food or drink to appease Hunger or thirst. returning now. save in the bloody jaws Of battle would he take. While to the drove the followers led the steeds.The girl I lov'd. but he. she spoke. I find Only thy lifeless corpse. till set of sun Fasting will I remain. a load of bitter grief Weighs heavy on my soul. and there the women plac'd. and still endure. anon renew the war. and beauteous cheeks. And Nestor and Idomeneus remain'd. dearly lov'd of this sad heart! When last I left this tent. And. to divert his grief. Now to the meal. Here in this tent with eager zeal prepar'd . and Ulysses sage.

Far from the plains of Argos. Before the sky-born Boreas' chilling blast. Who now in Phthia mourns. Or does Achilles claim no more thy care. First on his legs the well-wrought greaves he fix'd. while I. For Peleus or to death. Thick as the snow-flakes that from Heav'n descend. I alone Was doom'd to die. My spoils. bow'd by gloomy age. outpouring from the ships. Young Neoptolemus. and. methinks. for love of thee. dost thou a hero's cause forsake. Achilles she approach'd. So thick. who now in Scyros' isle Is growing up. pitying. with tender tears. my slaves. before me plac'd. loud rang the tramp Of armed men: Achilles in the midst. . as he donn'd The heav'nly gifts. or not far from death remov'd. with hunger lest he faint. Not though I heard of aged Peleus' death. the work of Vulcan's hand. e'en now Hath yielded. each to fond remembrance mov'd Of all that in his home himself had left. And breastplates firmly brac'd. with furious wrath He burn'd against the Trojans. And Pallas thus with winged words address'd: "My child. Drop nectar and ambrosia on his breast.The tempting meal. like the long-wing'd falcon." His words fresh impulse gave to Pallas' zeal: Down. From food and drink. The son of Saturn. while he from food abstains: Then haste thee. And nectar and ambrosia on his breast Distill'd. and with him wept The Elders. if yet indeed he live. and ashen spears: Their brightness flash'd to Heav'n. Lives on in sorrow. His absent son. the light of fire. spacious house. and laugh'd the Earth Beneath the brazen glare. his eye Blaz'd with. Achilles spoke. Mourning his comrade slain? the others all Partake the meal. lest hunger should his strength subdue. Expecting day by day the messenger Who bears the mournful tidings of my death. Return'd in safety. shrill of voice. and bossy shields. that here in Troy. Back to her mighty Father's ample house Returning. my godlike son. Who sits in sorrow by the high-prow'd ships. my lofty." Weeping. he on a foreign shore Is warring in that hateful Helen's cause: No. the stream Of helmets polish'd bright. His teeth were gnashing audibly. mightst my son convey From Scyros home. whene'er the sons of Greece In haste would arm them for the bloody fray! Now liest thou there. in dazzling arms array'd. My hope had been indeed. The godlike chief. nor of his. and that to Phthia thou. saw their grief. and show him all my wealth. as from out the ships they pour'd. but in his heart Was grief unbearable. Thro' the clear sky she swoop'd: and while the Greeks Arm'd for the fight. refrain: For ne'er shall I again such sorrow know.

pond'rous. Then all the arms Achilles prov'd. which. with glancing feet: Bowing his head the while. reluctant. white-arm'd Queen. and pass'd the reins Back to the well-built car: Automedon Sprang on the car. Nor leave him. and Hector's vict'ry gain'd. With care Automedon and Alcimus The horses yok'd. could poise that spear. from its case he drew his father's spear. and o'er his shoulders flung His silver-studded sword. array'd for war. The weighty helm he rais'd. the Centaur Chiron gave. Long. When he shall quit the field. with collars fair attach'd: Plac'd in their mouths the bits." He said. The light was thrown. we this day again Will bear thee safely. Far from their friends are o'er the waters driv'n. bright. they seem'd to lift him from the ground. Some shepherd kindles in his lonely fold: As they. Achilles came. And loudly to his father's steeds he call'd: "Xanthus and Balius. save Achilles' self. Achiev'd his death. By no default of ours. why thus predict my coming fate? It ill beseems thee! well I know myself . Or as to seamen o'er the wave is borne The watchfire's light. By Juno. noble progeny Of swift Podarge. nor we shall cause thy death. None. nor lack of speed. Our speed of foot may vie with Zephyr's breeze. to know If well they fitted to his graceful limbs: Like wings. So from Achilles' shield. And plac'd it on his head. On Pelion's summit fell'd. the noble horse. The far-fam'd Pelian ash. to be the bane Of mighty chiefs.Fasten'd with silver clasps. But Heav'n's high will. and Fate's imperious pow'r. with shining lash in hand: Behind. tough. but thou art doom'd To die. his farther speech the Furies stay'd. his breastplate next Around his chest. by force combin'd of God and man. your charioteer. Then took his vast and weighty shield. "Xanthus. great Achilles. Last. which to his sire. whence gleam'd A light refulgent as the full-orb'd moon. high among the hills. richly wrought. In arms all glitt'ring as the gorgeous sun. and wav'd the hairs of gold. now in other sort Back to the Grecian ranks in safety bear. To whom in wrath Achilles swift of foot. Deem'd swiftest of the winds. slain. not one of all the Greeks. with speech endued: "Yes. by the stormy winds. as ye left Patroclus. The Trojans stripp'd Patroclus of his arms: The mighty God. reach'd the ground. Thick-set by Vulcan in the gleaming crest. the plumed helm Shone like a star. but thy day of doom Is nigh at hand. till all his mane Down from th' yokeband streaming. fair-hair'd Latona's son." To whom in answer from beneath the yoke Xanthus. with blade of brass.

They. But came from ocean's depths. or shady grove. these two heroes encounter. it seems. oppos'd. thus: "The purpose. true. Which Vulcan's cunning hand for Jove had built. they needs must die. calls a council of the gods and permits them to assist either party. After a long conversation. or grassy mead. The terrors of the combat described when the deities are engaged. but AEneas is preserved by the assistance of Neptune." He said. Achilles falls upon the rest of the Trojans. and in the midst He sat. Round thee. Neptune. well thou know'st thyself For which I call'd ye. BOOK XX. His war-cry shouting. THE BATTLE OF THE GODS. Within the polish'd corridor reclin'd. till these Trojans from the field Before me fly. Then Jove to Themis gave command to call The Gods to council from the lofty height Of many-ridg'd Olympus. . who haunt Clear fount. answ'ring. Not one was absent. The scene is in the field before Troy. and is upon the point of killing Hector. save Oceanus. eager for the fray. hast thou summon'd here The Gods to council? dost thou aught devise Touching the Greeks and Trojans? who e'en now Kindle anew. Lord of lightning. the blaze of war.That I am fated here in Troy to die. Far from my home and parents. ARGUMENT. by their beaked ships. upon Achilles' return to the battle. Achilles. and to the front. urg'd his fiery steeds. and thus the will of Jove enquir'd: "Why. The sons of Greece. There were they gather'd in th' abode of Jove: Nor did th' Earth-shaking Neptune slight the call. yet here will I Upon Olympus' lofty ridge remain. Stood on the sloping margin of the plain. Jupiter. The same day continues. But still they claim my care. to the house Of Jove she summon'd them from ev'ry side. Apollo encourages AEneas to meet Achilles. Thence of the Rivers. at the Cloud-compeller's house arriv'd. nor of Nymphs. AND THE ACTS OF ACHILLES. the Trojan host. yet withal I cease not. but Apollo conveys him away in a cloud." To whom the Cloud-compeller. Achilles pursues the Trojans with a great slaughter. Stood thus accoutred.

Achilles on the field again appear'd: And ev'ry Trojan's limbs with terror quak'd. the rest. For there to royal Neptune stood oppos'd Phoebus Apollo with his arrows keen. Stout Hermes. Then furious wax'd the spirit-stirring strife. With them th' Earth-shaker. Archer-Queen. Sister of Phoebus. and Venus. Xanthus. while Neptune shook beneath The boundless earth. anon again From the fair hill. hasten'd to the war: Juno and Pallas to the ships of Greece. without the wall. Mars to the Trojans shouted loud. th' infernal monarch. Go. as. Xanthus by Gods. exulting in his strength. and the helpful God. breaking through the solid earth. But when th' Immortals mingled in the throng. golden-shafted Queen. of Gods abhorr'd. Hermes. While from the fight of men the Gods abstain'd. standing now Beside the deep-dug trench. I fear. Thus Gods encounter'd Gods: Achilles' soul . The blue-ey'd Pallas to the God of War. and the ships of Greece. Th' immortal Gods unchain'd the angry war. either side exciting to the fray." Thus Saturn's son. but now. In arms all-glitt'ring. Then Pallas rais'd her war-cry. Yet halting. Thunder'd on high the Sire of Gods and men With awful din. as with the tempest's roar. While Vulcan met the mighty rolling stream. fierce as blood-stain'd Mars. For if we leave Achilles thus alone To fight against the Trojans. divided. Latona too. Mars of the glancing helm took part with Troy. Latona fac'd. To mortals and Immortals should lay bare His dark and drear abode. Such was the shock when Gods in battle met. Trembling. And at your pleasure either party aid. to Trojans or to Greeks. and Dian. Now shouting loud along the sounding beach. and on feeble limbs sustain'd. as you list. laughter-loving dame. Thus. and quenchless battle rous'd: The Gods. cried out in fear. heav'nly Archeress. He e'en in fate's despite may storm the wall. Dian. They dreaded him before. To Juno. you. heard alarm'd. for cunning subtleties unmatch'd. And. and lofty mountain tops. helpful God. springing from his throne. And golden Phoebus with his locks unshorn. long withdrawn. as Peleus' godlike son they saw. Pluto. On th' other side. the combat. The spring-abounding Ida quak'd and rock'd From her firm basis to her loftiest peak. And Troy's proud city.And view. serene. not an hour Will they before the son of Peleus stand. High rose the Grecian vaunts. Lest Neptune. Since rous'd to fury by his comrade's death. by men Scamander call'd. one while From Ilium's topmost height. And Vulcan too. o'erhanging Simois' stream.

To meet Achilles. the voice Assuming of Lycaon. to council call'd: "Neptune and Pallas both. with Peleus' mighty son? Not for the first time should I now engage Achilles swift of foot: I met him once. Lyrnessus then He raz'd. In dazzling arms array'd. The other to the aged Ocean God. and those how pow'rless. and give him strength That he may nothing lack. yet if the Gods the scale Impartial held. on Ida's hill." His words with courage fill'd the hero's breast. And on he sprang. endowing. By Pallas aided. O'er me no easy triumph should he gain. When on our herds he fell. with whose blood He long'd to glut th' insatiate Lord of War. the chief address'd: "AEneas." To whom the King Apollo. urge me to contend. Light of his life. That hand to hand thou wouldst Achilles meet?" To whom AEneas thus in answer spoke: "Why. uncheck'd until it pierce A warrior's breast. And fled before his spear. which o'er the wine-cup late Thou mad'st amid th' assembled chiefs of Troy. prince and councillor of Troy. Apollo. son of Jove. to the mark his spear Unerring flies. his mother owns A humbler origin. AEneas mov'd Achilles to confront. But not unmark'd of white-arm'd Juno pass'd. the spirit-stirring God. e'en unaided. in dazzling arms arrayed. Priam's son. to meet in fight The son of Peleus. Phoebus sends him forth. by whose aid . one born to Jove. With strength. Apollo then. and Pedasus. to retreat Perforce constrain him? or shall one of us Beside Achilles stand. Else had I fall'n beneath Achilles' hand. bethink ye well What now should be our course. and know himself By all the mightiest of th' immortal Gods Belov'd. nor be dismay'd By his high tone and vaunting menaces. the son of Priam. all brass-clad as he is. son of Priam. and with speed of foot. Where are the vaunts. shall we.Meantime was burning 'mid the throng to meet Hector. AEneas comes. and guides his brazen spear Trojans and Leleges alike to slay. Say. And. do thou too to th' immortal Gods Address thy pray'r. who before him moves. me Jove preserv'd. child of Jove. through the press of men. Whom still some God attends. 'Tis not in mortal man with him to fight. and guards from harm. and thus. And fill'd with courage high. encount'ring. then. Who thus address'd the Gods. On then with dauntless spear. Against my will. men say that thou art sprung From Venus. son of Jove: "Brave chief.

But if Achilles from a voice divine Receive not this assurance. though the time shall come For him to meet the doom. if haply to some God He find himself oppos'd: 'tis hard for man To meet. Proudly pre-eminent. On either side they sat. And with him. When from the beach the monster of the deep Might chase him toward the plain. to join the battle. When at his birth his thread of life was spun.The Trojans yet maintain defensive war? Therefore. he turns. stood forth two warriors bold. methinks. Phoebus with Mars the fort-destroyer sat. there Neptune sat. Driv'n from the field. but rather. upon the fair hill's brow. came we all From high Olympus. Him met Achilles from th' opposing ranks. rang the earth Beneath their feet. with gaping jaws. Then all the plain. Anchises' son AEneas. he unheeding moves At first. And with his tail he lashes both his flanks . from the field Retiring. let us from on high survey. Eager for fight. the turmoil of the war. the signal gave. and led the way To the high wall. th' united strength Of the rous'd village. His breast too narrow for his mighty heart. thine anger carry not too far. whom to slay Pour forth the stalwart youths. he may well Be struck with fear. Fierce as a rav'ning lion. Or stay Achilles." To whom Earth-shaking Neptune thus replied: "Juno. before his breast His shield he bore. And soon." The dark-hair'd monarch spoke. Not with my consent Shall we. as to the battle-shock They rush'd. enthron'd on high. And frothing fangs. the Synod of the Gods. for godlike Hercules. a God. each facing each With hostile counsels. the stronger far. Then in the contest we too may engage. both hosts between. by fate decreed. The brazen gleam illumin'd. It ill beseems thee. and Achilles' godlike might. and his arm restrain. Should Mars or Phoebus then begin the fight. provoke to arms The other Gods. that in this day's fight No ill befall him. Within whose circle he might safety seek. a veil of cloud Impenetrable around their shoulders spread. and pois'd his brazen spear. but in the midst. AEneas first with threat'ning mien advanc'd. yet reluctant both To take th' initiative of ruthless war. the other Gods. with men and horses throng'd. by Trojans built of old. With Pallas' aid. Nodding his pond'rous helm. will they be fain to join. Till Jove. but wounded by a jav'lin thrown By some bold youth. To mortals left. collecting for the spring. On th' other side. Subdued perforce by our victorious hands. in presence visible.

'tis said. though such thy hope. Was founded on the plain. But will not now bestow. Their succour. and insult." To whom in answer thus AEneas spoke: "Achilles. wast born Of Thetis.And sides. since not with empty words Shall thou and I from mortal combat part. began: "AEneas. as though a fool. deem not to obtain Such boon from Priam. nor thine to me are known. the fairest of the land. not unknown to men. to the gen'ral throng That thou withdraw. So mov'd his dauntless spirit Peleus' son AEneas to confront. Great King. I trust. to him by Venus borne. Which thou shalt find. Lyrnessus I. as yet they dwelt On spring-abounding Ida's lowest spurs. To daunt with lofty speech. Ere sacred Ilium. their days of freedom lost. I boast me sprung. or pause in flight. if some hunter he may slay. valiant sons are his. Then on. with glaring eyes He dashes. think not me. as though to rouse his utmost rage. With Pallas' aid and Jove's. swift of foot. although by sight Nor mine to thee. populous city of men. For him were pastur'd in the marshy mead. then I warn thee. why so far before the ranks Advanc'd? dost thou presume with me to fight? Perchance expecting that the throne of Troy And Priam's royal honours may be thine. the wealthiest of the sons of men. E'en if thou slay me. fair-hair'd daughter of the sea. when near they came. Thus first Achilles. Hast thou forgotten how amid thy herds Alone I found thee. Of these shall one or other have this day To mourn their son. too hard a task? Already hast thou fled before my spear. and with flying foot Pursued thee down the steep of Ida's hill? Nor didst thou dare to turn. three thousand mares. was Dardania peopled first. Ere ill betide thee. . of cloud-compelling Jove Begotten. shouldst thou work my death. Jove and the other Gods defended then. But if thou farther wouldst enquire. I bore away. I too could well With cutting words. And he not weak. By Dardanus. nor stand to me oppos'd: After th' event may e'en a fool be wise. Each other's race and parents well we know From tales of ancient days. while 'tis time. Thou to Lyrnessus fledd'st. Or in the foremost rank himself be slain. but bears a constant mind. and learn The race I spring from. my captives. Heav'n-descended chief. assail'd and took: Their women thence. To noble Peleus thou. Or have the Trojans set apart for thee Some favour'd spot. Rejoicing with their foals. answer thee. in pride of strength. Of great Anchises. To Dardanus was Erichthonius born. thee from death. Orchard or corn-land.

These. loud rang the weapon's point. Some true. and can at will Give utt'rance to discourse in ev'ry vein. the inner two of tin. in the pasture where they fed. they produc'd. and Ganymede. and Anchises me: To Priam godlike Hector owes his birth. . What need that we should insults interchange? Like women. the gift of Heav'n. For glibly runs the tongue. whose weight Would sink a galley of a hundred oars. and such words As one may speak. Two were of brass. and Priam. where thinnest lay the brass. another may return. The fairest he of all the sons of men. at will. plant of Mars. Achilles threw in turn his pond'rous spear. but three remain'd. Tithonus he. Lampus and Icetaon. and hurl'd against the mighty shield His brazen spear. And struck the circle of AEneas' shield Near the first rim. Nor yield before th' assaults of mortal men. like babbling fools. And one of gold. Assaracus. But Jove. and such the blood I boast." He said. who some paltry quarrel wage. Beheld. And in opprobrious terms their anger vent. begotten of Assaracus. for he is Lord of all. Ilus. by him conceiving. Clytius. Blind fool! forgetful that the glorious gifts Bestow'd by Gods. bore the Gods away. Terms of reproach we both might find. Skimm'd o'er the standing ears. to prate Here in the centre of the coming fight. Him. are not with ease o'ercome. which stay'd the brazen spear. The King of Troy. For five were in the shield by Vulcan wrought. Skimm'd o'er the topmost spray of th' hoary sea Again. to mortals valour gives Or minishes. Begot Anchises. And at arm's length Achilles held the shield With his broad hand. Then cease we now. Scolding and brawling in the public street. And. Capys. And dwell amid th' Immortals: Ilus next Begot a noble son. Stay'd by the golden plate. o'er wide Ocean's bosom as they flew.Them Boreas. to Erichthonius Tros was born. for his beauty. Yet through two plates it pass'd. So broke not through AEneas' sturdy spear. then try we now Each other's prowess with our brazen spears. o'er the teeming corn-fields as they flew. nor broke the haulm. and amid the herd In likeness of a coal-black steed appear'd. some false. Laomedon. Wide is the range of language. With words thou shalt not turn me from the field. three noble sons were his. Twelve foals. Such is my race. To minister as cup-bearer to Jove. in fear that through its folds AEneas' spear would easy passage find. for so their rage suggests. enamour'd. Till we have met in arms.

bore him high above the ground. laid it down Before Achilles' feet. AEneas crouch'd. could bear. Escap'd the pond'rous weapon. the eager weapon pass'd Through both the circles of his ample shield. unaided. lifted it with ease. a rocky fragment then AEneas lifted up. Saturn's son Be mov'd to anger. Then had AEneas. who relied On Phoebus' words. Lest. behind him. By Saturn's son the best-belov'd of all His sons. But he. And in the ground. Yet oh why should he. stood. heirless. all Troy Were blazing. supported by the God. and lifting up AEneas. For Jove the race of Priam hath abhorr'd. then from AEneas' shield The brass-tipp'd spear withdrawing. Around the eyes of Peleus' son he spread A veil of mist. to him by mortal women born. And his sons' sons. his death Averting. Till to the field's extremest verge he came. or leave to fall. lest. Drawing his trenchant blade. Achilles rush'd. Let us then interpose to guard his life. in fear. in fear he stood.And thinnest too th' o'erlying hide. must visit soon The viewless shades. Ne'er from his doom one Trojan life to save. and himself Had by the sword of Peleus' son been slain. quiv'ring. onward then. And through the throng of spears. Though to devouring flames a prey. if Achilles slay him. Good as he is. So close the spear had pass'd him. kindled by the valiant Greeks. sharpest pain Flashing across his eyes. Blameless himself. as men are now. Who. yet nought shall he avail From death to save him. through ages yet unborn. by Achilles slain. Had not th' Earth-shaking God his peril seen. wide gap'd the shield. right through The Pelian shaft was driv'n. And to th' Immortals thus address'd his speech: "Oh. by repeated oaths. from the earth Should perish quite the race of Dardanus." Th' Earth-shaker heard. insensate. the guilt of others rue? Who still his grateful sacrifice hath paid To all the Gods in wide-spread Heav'n who dwell. But o'er the Trojans shall AEneas reign. Or on the helmet. But we before th' immortal Gods are bound. With fearful shout. with the massive stone. as o'er his head He held his shield. a mighty mass. Both I and Pallas. Which scarce two men. . woe is me for great AEneas' sake. beneath Achilles' sword. struck Achilles. O'er many a rank of warriors and of cars AEneas flew. until he came Where great Achilles and AEneas stood." Whom answer'd thus the stag-ey'd Queen of Heav'n: "Neptune. do thou determine for thyself AEneas to withdraw. and thro' the fight he pass'd. for his destiny Would have him live. or the shield.

though immortal Gods. e'en despite of fate. And small shall be that Trojan's cause for joy. Who comes within the compass of my spear. thou find thy death. and vanish'd he At whom I hurl'd it with intent to slay! Then is AEneas of th' immortal Gods In truth belov'd. "Ye valiant Trojans. AEneas there he left. Thy stronger far. valiant Greeks. Let me some other Trojan's mettle prove. A curse go with him! yet methinks not soon Will he again presume to prove my might. so much the stronger they. Who gladly now in flight escapes from death. to the valiant Greeks my orders giv'n. Not all his words Achilles shall make good. his strength as burnish'd steel. and strength May profit. what marvel do mine eyes behold? My spear before me laid. not a jot will I relax. I too in words could with the Gods contend. from the mingling hosts Loud rose the clamour." Thus he. standing by his side. Could face. to contend. each sev'ral man Exhorting: "From the Trojans. But when Achilles hath to fate succumb'd. and feet. with uplifted spears Advanc'd the Trojans. and thus address'd the chief: "Hector. Then from Achilles' eyes he purg'd the film: Astonish'd. Though not in arms. with the foremost join the fray: No other Greek shall bear away thy spoils. But what my single arm. Right through the ranks I mean to force my way. brave warrior though I be. Him will I Encounter. And 'mid the crowd withdraw thee from the fray. and nobly dare the fight. he with eyes wide open gaz'd. and to fight with all: Not Mars. such a mighty mass. in others he shall fail." Thus he." Then tow'rd the ranks he sprang. Hector cheering on Meanwhile the Trojans. though his hands were hands of fire. arming for the war. Then. say what God has mov'd thee thus Against Achilles. As thus he commun'd with his mighty heart: "O Heav'n. Fulfilling some. 'Twere hard for me. Lest. exhorting. forbear Achilles to defy. fearless. Th' Earth-shaker thus his winged words address'd: "AEneas.Where stood the Caucons." Thus plainly warn'd. Then. with assurance giv'n That he himself Achilles would confront. but man to man Confront the foe. To face such numbers. though vain I deem'd his boast. then at Hector's side Apollo stood. No longer stand aloof. do thou retire. and dearer to the Gods? If e'er he cross thy path. Of fire his hands. exhorting. . nor Pallas. His course midway arrested. fear not Peleus' son. and vanquish. There to AEneas. reckless.

girt with might. that all the brain Was shatter'd." Thus he. With fearful shouts. dark clouds O'erspread his eyes. Far from thy place of birth. A helpful aid in war. Achilles hurl'd. as groans A bull. him his aged sire Would fain have kept at home. flashing fire. in the foremost ranks His speed displaying. well pleas'd. Achilles." He said. Among them all for speed of foot unmatch'd. In the first shock. beside the lake Gygaean.Lest with the spear he slay thee. and by Hermus' eddying flood. thro' the brass-bound helm. Groaning. Him. Demoleon next he smote. The godlike Polydore he next assail'd. of men The most vain-glorious. exulting: o'er Iphition's eyes Were spread the shades of death. where met The golden clasps that held the glitt'ring belt. Or with the sword in combat hand to hand. And through his forehead drove his glitt'ring spear. at sight of him . amid the Trojans sprang. as on he rush'd. But sprang to meet Achilles. His keen spear brandishing. he fell upon his knees. him a Naiad nymph. At him. Then through the neck Hippodamas he smote. by sturdy youths to th' altar dragg'd Of Neptune. first he slew Otryntes' son. Antenor's son. there hadst thou thine heritage Of old. The son of Priam. lie thou there. E'en with such groans his noble spirit fled. beside the fish-abounding stream Of Hyllus. breathing out his soul. beneath the feet Of snow-clad Tmolus. Then. a mist o'erspread his eyes Nor longer could he bear to stand aloof. to Otryntes bore. King divine of Helice. Iphition. the gift receives. Th' Earth-shaking God. on the ground he writh'd. of all his sons At once the youngest and the best-belov'd. valiant chief Of num'rous warriors. Deep groan'd he. In Hyde's fertile vale. cost him now his life. he fell. mounted on his car. here thou find'st thy death. as he darted by. supporting with his hand His wounded bowels. Hector amid the throng of men withdrew. Flying before him. Whose youthful folly. And where the breastplate form'd a double guard: Right through his body pass'd the weapon's point. whose point Went crashing through the bone. Achilles' spear Struck through the centre of the back. Nor check'd the brazen helm the spear. onward as he rush'd. And o'er him thus Achilles made his boast: "Son of Otryntes. The head was cleft in twain. thund'ring he fell. and troubled by the heav'nly voice. Pierc'd thro' the temples. When Hector saw his brother Polydore Writhing in death. thrown from far. his mangled corpse Was crush'd beneath the Grecian chariot wheels.

Upon the pass of war not long shall we Stand separate. who came To meet him. and I. he made His fourth essay. he hurl'd from off their car. The weaker. and. Which from Achilles Pallas turn'd aside With lightest breath. When I shall end thee. with fearful shout. For not of temper soft. meanwhile. The sons of Bias next. One with the spear. if such their will. in pity of his youth: Little he knew how vain would be his pray'r. Phoebus. stout and tall.) veil'd in thickest cloud. and would his pray'r prefer. its sharpness prov'd. methinks. Unterrified: "Achilles. with pow'r as of a God. and pass'd him by. and drove through Dryops' neck his spear. And others seek on whom my hap may light. and I know Myself to thee inferior. and pray To spare his life. Next with his spear he struck below the knee Philetor's son. hurl'd his pond'rous spear. Demuchus. but th' event Is with the Gods. But Phoebus Hector from the field convey'd." Then. Thy doom was nigh. And laid before his feet. amid the clash of spears. in fury thus he cried: "Yet once again." He said. here the man who most hath wrung my soul. intent to slay. think not me. I know thee strong and valiant. with brazen spear. ere now. nor each the other shun. and one by sword-stroke slain. And stretch'd him at his feet. Gash'd through the liver. with stern glance. from thee I turn." To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm. But when. then rushing on Dealt with his mighty sword the mortal blow. Alastor's son. Who slew my lov'd companion: now. but sternly fierce. hast thou escap'd. and back to Hector sent. Onward Achilles rush'd. To daunt with lofty speech. nor mild of mood Was he. As though a fool and ignorant of war. and as he knelt And clasp'd his knees. And check'd his forward course. if a guardian God I too may claim. thrice struck the misty cloud. Well mayst thou pray! We yet shall meet again. to whom. I too could well With cutting words and insult answer thee. Achilles clove him with his mighty sword. Tros too he slew. to godlike Hector thus: "Draw near. as from out the wound His liver dropp'd. and quickly meet thy doom of death. His onset made. the dark blood gushing forth . (As Gods can only. poising. and exulting cried: "Lo. but thee thy God hath sav'd. with my spear may reach thy life: My point too hath. Laogonus And Dardanus. and embrace his knees. Thrice Peleus' godlike son." He said. vile hound.Up leap'd Achilles.

Two sturdy-fronted steers. As when upon a well-roll'd threshing-floor. Him through the waist he struck. the darkling shades Of death. With death in prospect. This combat ended. others to the river Scamander. and onward still he press'd. the other gods engage each other. his eyes o'erspread. his flying steeds His chariot bore. beneath their feet Fast flies the grain out-trodden from the husk. So fierce Achilles raged. almost dries up the river. Achilles through the neck His sharp spear thrusting. The brazen spear transfix'd Deucalion's arm. and rig'rous fate. where the tendons bind the elbow-joint. And as Areithous. Son of Agenor. at th' other ear came forth The brazen point. So by Achilles driv'n. some towards the town. The Trojans fly before Achilles. he falls upon the latter with great slaughter. the brazen spear Plung'd in his bowels. His horses turn'd. Scamander attacks him with all his waves. slaught'ring. and darkness clos'd his eyes. o'er bodies of the slain And broken bucklers trampling. and drives the rest into Troy.His bosom fill'd. The noble son of Peireus next he slew. Next. and the rails Around the car. As rage the fires amid the wooded glen Of some parch'd mountain's side. Meanwhile Achilles continues the slaughter. As ebb'd his life away. Then through the ear Mulius he thrust. reek'd the earth with blood. as from the horses' feet And from the felloes of the wheels were thrown The bloody gouts. while eddying here and there The flames are whirl'd before the gusty wind. THE BATTLE IN THE RIVER SCAMANDER. from the spine's dissever'd joints The marrow flow'd. his charioteer. takes twelve captives alive. together yok'd. The hot blood dy'd the blade. Agenor only . and his hilted sword Full on the centre of his head let fall. on ev'ry side Pursuing. from the car he fell. deeply dyed With gore and carnage his unconquer'd hands. shar'd. hurl'd him to the ground. Echeclus next he met. Simois joins Scamander. and flung afar. as stretch'd in dust he lay. Tread the white barley out. all beneath Was plash'd with blood the axle. at length Vulcan. both head And helmet. to sacrifice to the shade of Patroclus. ARGUMENT. Rigmus. and fiercely burns The copse-wood dry. The startled steeds in wild confusion thrown. by the instigation of Juno. till on his neck Achilles' sword Descending. Neptune and Pallas assist the hero. and kills Lycaon and Asteropaeus. who came from Thracia's fertile plains. Panting for added triumphs. and disabled arm He stood.

Thence in his ship to Lemnos' thriving isle . right and left He smote. Arm'd with his sword alone. As when. When Hector rag'd victorious. On. unlook'd-for ill O'ertook him in the form of Peleus' son. Then on again he dash'd. The deeply-whirling stream. of Xanthus chok'd. pursued by fire. on savage deeds intent. And first encounter'd. to form his chariot rail. from the stream. with the eddies wildly struggling. but Juno spread. whose forfeit lives should be The bloody fine for slain Patroclus paid. Priam's son. Fair-flowing stream. And bade his comrades lead them to the ships. To baffle their retreat. His spear amid the tamarisks on the bank The hero left. Lycaon. A fig-tree's tender shoots. The scene is on the banks and in the stream of Scamander. The same day continues. a God in pow'r. as fawns. fled amain. In fear. As fishes. terror-struck. he brought them forth. here and there. He sprang amid the torrent. Achilles cut in twain the flying host. Helpless from fear. as th' insatiate flames advance. Where on the former day the routed Greeks. the stream ran red with blood. so a mingled mass Of men and horses. as he cut. But when they came to eddying Xanthus' ford. crowd The shoal recesses of some open bay. him once before He by a nightly onslaught had surpris'd. Their hands secur'd behind them with the belts Which o'er their shirts of twisted mail they wore. alive. o'er the plain. athirst for blood. before their path. by Achilles driv'n. a hov'ring swarm Of locusts riverward direct their flight. and while he pursues him in that disguise. then fearful rose the groans of men Slain with the sword. He dragg'd twelve youths. flying from a dolphin. And. The banks around re-echoed.makes a stand. and is conveyed away in a cloud by Apollo: who (to delude Achilles) takes upon him Agenor's shape. They. Part driving tow'rd the city. swam. And from his father's vineyard captive borne: Where. they rush'd. and when at length his hand Wearied of slaughter. gives the Trojans an opportunity of retiring into their city. BOOK XXI. for whom he catches he devours. Clouds and thick darkness: half the fugitives In the deep river's silv'ry eddies plung'd: With clamour loud they fell: the torrent roar'd. flying from the stream. born of immortal Jove. they cow'r Amid the waters. So crouch'd the Trojans in the mighty stream Beneath the banks.

Illustrious chief. but all aghast Approach'd Lycaon. Far from my sire and friends. of helm and shield bereft. He commun'd. Old Altes' daughter. Since. This day is but the twelfth. what marvel do mine eyes behold! Methinks the valiant Trojans slain by me Ere long will from the realms of darkness rise. A hundred oxen were my ransom then. for from thee. . Me. who rul'd the warlike Leleges. And now my doom hath found me. stooping. As he with winged words. doom'd to early death. His child of Priam's many wives was one. From him. and both by thee must die. who gives me to thy pow'r again. swift of foot. Despite the hoary sea's impediment. set him free With lib'ral gifts. ran beneath. since. my mother bore. Amid the foremost ranks thy spear hath slain. fair Laothoe. with his mighty heart: "Ye Gods. and faint with toil. beheld. wrathful. sorely tried By lengthen'd suffering. in act to strike. Achilles! look then down With pity on my woes. Thy captive I became. the twelfth. Him when Achilles. the other held. Altes. that I may see If thence too he return. for longingly he sought Escape from bitter death and evil fate. and clasp'd his knees. and would fain have clasp'd The Hero's knees. Reeking with sweat. but to slav'ry sold In Lemnos' isle. he mus'd. In lofty Pedasus. he reach'd his native home. And in the earth was fix'd: one suppliant hand Achilles' knees embrac'd. imploring. a suppliant's sacred claim: For in thy tent I first broke bread. Now to thy hands once more my cruel fate Consigns me. to receive his death. Twelve days save one. that day. rejoicing. Above his back the murd'rous weapon pass'd. in my father's fruitful vineyard seiz'd. death escaping. Eetion. His Imbrian host. with his friends He spent. the godlike Polydore. and to Arisba sent: Escaping thence. Achilles rais'd his spear. He. or if the earth May keep him safe. No spear in hand. as from the stream. ransom'd there by Jason's son.He bore him. All flung in haste away. to slav'ry sold. Which many a man against his will hath stay'd: Now shall he taste my spear. which e'en the strongest holds. return'd from Lemnos: fate. spoke: "I clasp thy knees. he fled. by Satnois' stream. as he stood. When. Already one. With unrelaxing grasp. the pointed spear. back to Troy I came. At thrice so much I now would buy my life. this fellow hath return'd. in Lemnos' isle. and recognize." Thus. Two sons she bore. surely by the wrath of Jove Pursued. reluctant. Again consign'd him to Achilles' hands.

and banquet on thy flesh. by the ships ye slew. And weigh it in thy mind. son of Pelegon. tall. Whom. or noon. gentle. and sat. who shall cleanse. and slaughter of the Greeks. And on his neck beside the collar-bone Let fall his trenchant sword. And from destruction guard the Trojan host. flying ye. we reach the city wall. dragging by the feet. I sold. And slaught'ring I. and dyed the ground. Achilles threw In the mid stream." He said: the mighty River at his words Indignant chaf'd. Pelegon . or eve. the two-edg'd blade Was buried deep. prone on the earth he lay. Assail'd with deadly purpose. till Patroclus' death Be fully aveng'd. ta'en alive. and brave. And living horses in his waters sink. and ponder'd in his mind How best to check Achilles' warlike toil. On now the work of death! till. though to him ye pay In sacrifice the blood of countless bulls. before the walls of Troy. And many captives. Thou too. He loos'd the spear. in my absence. yet hear but this. Of noble sire. imploring. Meantime Achilles with his pond'rous spear Asteropaeus. must die: why vainly wail? Dead is Patroclus too." Thus Priam's noble son. thy gory wounds: O'er thee. extended on thy bier. spoke. Scamander's eddying stream Shall to the sea's broad bosom roll thee down. imploring. kind. But stern the answer fell upon his ear: "Thou fool! no more to me of ransom prate! Before Patroclus met the doom of death. Shall aught avail ye. Him. But not with kindly thought. But from henceforth. Ye all shall perish. but Achilles drew. at morn. the spear Or arrow from the bow may reach my life. shall escape the death. Whene'er. and sank Lycaon's limbs and heart. whom the Gods May to my hands deliver. Not one of all the Trojans. Who slew thy comrade. and fair. To spare the Trojans still my soul inclin'd. Me too thou see'st. And. shall rise No mother's wail. thy better far. and Goddess-mother born: Yet must I yield to death and stubborn fate. least of all A son of Priam. springing through the darkly rippling wave. silver-eddying stream. and thus with vaunting speech: "Lie there amid the fishes. to spare my life: I come not of that womb which Hector bore. with both his hands Uprais'd. Nor this fair-flowing. how stalwart." He said. my friend.Since evil fate hath plac'd me in thy hands. Fishes shall rise. I may not hope to fly. Forth gush'd the crimson blood.

each to other. the purest stream on earth that flows. Achilles' right fore-arm the other graz'd: Forth gush'd the crimson blood. One struck. his mark he miss'd. why enquire my race? From far Paeonia's fertile fields I come. From widely-flowing Axius my descent. He. Three times relax'd his grasp. Of Pelegon I boast me sprung. brave Achilles. to the fight. daughter eldest born Of Acessamenus: on him he sprang. . The leader of the long-spear'd Paeon host. from the river rising. his courage rous'd By Xanthus. but. indignant.To broadly-flowing Axius ow'd his birth. But struck the lofty bank. My father Peleus. upon the ground Gasping he lay. deep infix'd To half its length. the gift of Heav'n. but pierc'd not through. and darkness seal'd his eyes. The point behind him in the earth was fix'd. and whence art thou. Ten days have pass'd since I to Ilium came." Threat'ning he spoke: Achilles rais'd on high The Pelian spear. ambidexter. who dar'st to stand Oppos'd to me? of most unhappy sires The children they. Reigns o'er the num'rous race of Myrmidons. and. took up the word: "What man. slain. who my encounter meet!" To whom th' illustrious son of Pelegon: "Great son of Peleus. to wrench the spear. My high descent from Jove himself I boast. By fierce Achilles' hand. Axius. While from the cliff Asteropaeus strove In vain. where. he From either hand at once a jav'lin launch'd. and thus with vaunting speech: "So lie thou there! 'tis hard for thee to fight. Achilles. unpitying. glancing by And vainly longing for the taste of flesh. Then on his breast Achilles sprang. and stripp'd His armour off. Stay'd by the golden plate. but. He Pelegon begot. Then at Asteropaeus in his turn With deadly intent the son of Peleus threw His straight-directed spear. furious. a widely-flowing stream Thou claim'st as author of thy parentage. against the progeny Of mighty Jove. with stalwart hand. son of AEacus. came. Peleus' godlike son With deadly stroke across the belly smote. The River-God commingling with the blood Of Periboea. onward rush'd. Three times he shook it with impetuous force. Then from beside his thigh Achilles drew His trenchant blade. the Pelian ash remain'd. Two lances in his hand. saw his stream Polluted by the blood of slaughter'd youths. the spear-renown'd. and now Address thee. And gush'd his bowels forth. When near the warriors. But him. Though river-born. who. swift of foot. preventing. the mighty shield. stood oppos'd. a fourth attempt He made to bend and break the sturdy shaft.

If Saturn's son have given thee utterly The Trojans to destroy. Yet him appals the lightning bolt of Jove. till ev'ning's late approach Should cast its shadows o'er the fertile earth?" Thus as he spoke. And eels and fishes. for the Gods Themselves attend thee. mighty chief!" Whom answer'd thus Achilles. in human form. With him. great son of Jove. that to th' ocean flow. and protect from harm. . subdued. Nor can I pour my current to the sea. With wrathful tone the mighty River spoke: "In strength. A mighty River hast thou here at hand. o'er him the dark waters wash'd. and in deeds of arms. King of streams. And thunder. Their bravest in the stubborn fight. Him left he lifeless there upon the sand Extended. and yet more Had been the slaughter by Achilles wrought.The son of Jove himself was AEacus. Who fled along the eddying stream. Achilles. nor e'en the mighty strength Of deeply-flowing. thronging. Far from my waters drive them o'er the plain. Yet cease I not to slay until I drive These vaunting Trojans to their walls. Obey'st thou thus the will of Saturn's son. Who charg'd thee by the Trojans still to stand. From whom all rivers. ere thou slay. If that might aught avail thee. whilst thou pursuest The work of death." He said. But from his eddying depths. not Achelous. Presumes to vie. all deep wells derive their source. and prove The force of Hector. Heav'n-born stream. A God in might! to Phoebus then his speech The deeply-eddying River thus address'd: "God of the silver bow. Then 'mid the Paeons' plumed host he rush'd. they saw Slain by the sword and arm of Peleus' son. when him. swift of foot: "Be it as thou wilt. I be by him. if. And aid their cause. Is Jove exalted. from off the lofty bank Achilles springing in mid current plung'd. insatiate: stay thy hand! With horror I behold thee. gnaw'd his flesh. For now my lovely stream is fill'd with dead. and in like degree Superior is his race in pow'r to theirs. wide Oceanus. yet. High o'er all rivers. All fountains. and from the cliff withdrew his spear. All mortals thou surpassest. Mnesus and Thrasius and Astypylus." He said. With floating corpses chok'd. in single fight. but his pow'r Is impotent to strive with Saturn's son. pealing from the vault of Heav'n. Thersilochus and Mydon then he slew. and fiercely on the Trojans rush'd. Scamander. all the boundless sea. or he by me. AEnius and Ophelestes.

rose In all its angry flood. Fierce. Conceal'd behind the whirling waters sav'd. essay'd To turn and stand. Would that by Hector's hand 'twere mine to die. and with a roar As of a bellowing bull. swift of foot. and wore away The soil beneath his feet. Borne down in crossing by a wintry brook.Then high the swelling stream. thereafter. o'ertaking him who leads. were leagued to daunt his soul So oft the Heav'n-born River's mighty wave Above his shoulders dash'd. the mighty flood O'erwhelming me. in deep distress He sprang on high. fast it flows with bubbling sound. before the walls of Troy. cast forth to land The num'rous corpses by Achilles slain. and quickly. then." He said. loud rattled on his breast His brazen armour. intent to stay Achilles' course. well-grown. Achilles cried: "O Father Jove. And bore him off his legs. Of all the pow'rs of Heav'n. and save the Trojan host. Neptune and Pallas at his side appear'd. And. springing from the deep. all the bank had torn away. and know if all the Gods. will none of all the Gods In pity save me from this angry flood? Content. And many living. tumultuous. And swiftest wing'd of all the feather'd race. thus. Nor ceas'd the mighty River. th' appointed channel clears: Down flows the stream anon. groaning. Who dwell in Heav'n. So on he sped. in his cavern'd bed. 'Mid plants and gardens. Cow'ring. its pebbly bed Disturbing. cloth'd in mortal form. but pursued. then rush'd the flood below. As up to Heav'n he look'd. my mother most Hath wrong'd me. Swiftly he fled in terror o'er the plain. Oft as Achilles. With darkly-ruffling crest. round Achilles. who hath buoy'd me up with hope Delusive. The bravest of their brave! a warrior so Were by a warrior slain! now am I doom'd Ignobly here to sink. he fled. drove him down. the God behind him still With thund'ring sound pursued. With cheering words they took him by the hand. but he grasp'd A lofty elm. then. which with all its length It bridg'd across. Far as a jav'lin's flight he rush'd. And on his shield descending. would I meet my fate. Achilles so th' advancing wave o'ertook. Nor might he keep his foothold. as before the God. spade in hand. in speed Like the dark hunter eagle. Down the steep slope. I should by Phoebus' swift-wing'd arrows fall. th' irrigating stream. rose the boiling wave. Though great his speed. strongest deem'd. like some poor shepherd lad. which from the cliff Uprooted. And thus th' Earth-shaking God his speech began: . but man must yield to Gods. As when a man From some dark-water'd spring through trenches leads. that. And with its tangled branches check'd the flow Of the fair river.

floating. Pallas and I. lifting high his feet. for we had deem'd That eddying Xanthus stood to thee oppos'd: Haste thee to aid. and. and all thy channels swell. beneath the waters sunk. and burn alike The Trojans and their arms: do thou the while . her son. aid me with united force This mortal's course to check. And many a corpse of men in battle slain. Rouse thy big waves. nor could the mighty stream Check his advance. no mound will he require. to Simois thus he cried: "Dear brother. to whelm this man of might. encas'd By me so deep in slime." He said. he press'd Right tow'rd the stream."Achilles." They to the other Gods. Such pow'rful aid. Deep buried in the mud: himself will I In sand imbed. armour fair. Juno cried aloud. His monument They here may raise. unrestrain'd. and bears him as a God. And bore Achilles downward. such vigour Pallas gave. by Jove's consent. But fiercer rose his rage. nor be dismay'd. and thou shalt see. my son. and o'er his corpse a pile Of shingly gravel heap. greatly strengthen'd by the voice divine. and roll a torrent down Of logs and stones. Till thou shalt drive beneath the walls of Troy The crowd of flying Trojans. And Vulcan thus. While from the sea I call the stormy blast Of Zephyr and brisk Notus. Press'd onwards to the plain. and on Achilles. thy fiery strength display. 'tis not decreed That thou shouldst by the River be o'erwhelm'd. in haste address'd: "Up. then in fear Lest the broad waters of the eddying stream Should quite o'erwhelm him. we undertake That from the war thine arm shall not be stay'd. from on high Came boiling. who shall drive The raging flames ahead. Nor did Scamander yet his fury stay. and from their source Fill all thy stream. Haste to the rescue then. and rearing high His crested wave. rushing down. Will royal Priam's city soon destroy. thou thyself Shalt Hector slay. from Heav'n. Vulcan. if thou wilt hear. And more. Yet onward. fear not thou. Or gallant arms. he. but when they celebrate His fun'ral rites. He shall retire ere long. High rose the Heav'n-born River's darkling wave. the plain he found All flooded o'er. this said. Nor will the Trojans his assault endure. up. and safe regain the ships: Such high renown we give thee to achieve. return'd. With foam and blood and corpses intermix'd. Who triumphs now. nor shall the Greeks Be able to collect his bones. we bring. with thund'ring roar. He. Nought shall his strength or beauty then avail.

and the dead consum'd. no God against thy pow'r can stand. himself Assail with fire. elms. then he. what cause impels thy son.Burn down the trees on Xanthus' banks. restrain thy pow'r." She said. and Vulcan stay'd his fiery strength. Though to devouring flames a prey. in his wonted bed Flow'd the fair River. restrain thy hand: In mortal men's behalf. by Juno check'd. kindled by the valiant Greeks. As when a caldron on a blazing fire. Have I offended. the dead consum'd. With well-dried wood beneath. and the reeds. Imploring." This when the white-arm'd Goddess Juno heard. As when the breath of Boreas quickly dries In Autumn-time a newly-water'd field." Thus Juno spoke. no Trojan more to save. and to Juno thus. The eels and fishes. all Troy Were blazing. his fair stream bubbling up. In dire distress from Vulcan's fiery breath: Scorch'd by the flames. but check'd his course. but bid that he too cease. Fill'd with the melting fat of well-fed swine. With rival parties what concern have I?" All scorch'd he spoke. 'Mid the clear wave were hurrying here and there. and tamarisk shrubs. Nor. 'mid the eddying whirl. and fiery strength Of skilful Vulcan. The tiller's heart rejoicing: so was dried The spacious plain. And this I swear. Nor with thy fiery flames will I contend. to visit with his wrath? E'en less than others who the Trojans aid. by Achilles slain: The plain was dried. By the hot blast o'er-borne. till thou hear my voice. my stream. . Which by the lovely river grew profuse. and bubbles all around. These two their warfare ceas'd. he his winged words address'd: "Juno. Against the river turn'd the fiery glare: Burnt were the willows. back returning. To Vulcan straight she thus address'd her speech: "Vulcan. Who lay. Then stay the raging flames' unwearied course. O'er all the rest. promiscuous. and stay'd the wat'ry flood. and galingal. And. it is not meet To press thus hardly an Immortal God. nor by his honey'd words Nor by his menaces be turn'd aside. my glorious son. Restrain thy wrath. The lotus. and first upon the plain The flames he kindled. and Vulcan straight prepar'd The heav'nly fire. Xanthus thus subdued. the mighty River spoke: "Vulcan. yet at thy command Will I withdraw. Boils up within. though Peleus' godlike son Should from their city drive the Trojans straight. so bubbling up The waters of the lovely River boil'd: Nor onward would he flow.

Didst urge against me.Despite her wrath. that lay upon the plain. Dark. While Pallas o'er them thus with vaunting speech: "Would all were such. Led by thy haughty spirit? dost thou forget How thou the son of Tydeus. and turn'd away her piercing glance: Him. hast thou yet to learn how mightier far My strength than thine. but 'mid the other Gods Arose contention fierce. struck upon the breast. Jove's daughter Venus taking by the hand. who to Pallas first. his hair defil'd with dust: Loud rang his armour." Thus Juno: Pallas hasten'd in pursuit Well pleas'd. There on the ground the two together lay. Their warring passions rous'd on either side. and with scornful smile Pallas address'd him thus with vaunting speech: "Fool. Loud rang the Heav'n as with a trumpet's sound: Jove. that me thou dar'st to meet? Bear thus the burthen of thy mother's curse. and in her ample hand Took up a stone. but haste thee in pursuit. his bitter speech address'd: "What dost thou here. Poising his spear. brave child of aegis-bearing Jove. . to war The Gods exciting. deeply groaning. His limbs relaxing: o'er sev'n hundred feet Prostrate he lay. Awful to view. the tumult heard. who aid the Trojan cause. and aid to wound my flesh? For all I suffer'd then. in haste to Pallas thus she cried: "O Heav'n. Whene'er they meet in fight the warlike Greeks. Full on the neck of Mars she hurl'd the mass. aid'st the haughty Trojans' cause. With fearful crash they met: the broad Earth groan'd. Not long they stood aloof." Thus as he spoke. at once The Goddess' courage and her limbs gave way. The Goddess stoop'd. vast. thou saucy jade. and Venus with her pow'rful hand Assailing. led on by Mars The buckler-breaker. which not the lightning bolt Of Jove himself could pierce: the blood-stain'd Mars Against it thrust in vain his pond'rous spear. and discord dire. Undaunted! lo again this saucy jade Amid the press. scarce to life restor'd. and with visible spear Direct his aim. rugged. which men of elder days Had set to mark the limits of their land. thou now shalt pay. which when the white-arm'd Queen Beheld. the bane of mortals. As valiant and as stout as Venus proves." She said. Led from the field. To see the Gods in angry battle met. Diomed. in wrath that thou the Greeks Deserting. overbold of mood. he struck the tassell'd shield. Who works thee harm. on Olympus' height. Mars Leads from the field. And in his heart he laugh'd a joyous laugh.

as erst Among th' Immortals. confronting me. Bound hand and foot. By Jove's command. bore. and with threats dismiss'd. And shame it were. why stand we idly thus aloof? The war begun by others. and thus with scornful speech address'd: "Fliest thou." Whom answer'd thus the far-destroying King: "Earth-shaking God. . the haughty King Denied our guerdon. he threaten'd thee to send And sell to slav'ry in the distant isles. in Ilium. But when the joyous seasons. But Jove's imperial consort. with their babes and matrons chaste. And with the sword cut off the ears of both. Feeble of soul. that to Olympus' height And to the brazen-floor'd abode of Jove We two without a contest should return. I should not gain with thee The esteem of wise. That down upon their knees the Trojans all Should perish." Thus Pallas spoke: the white-arm'd Goddess smil'd. in their course. alone of all th' Immortals. we serv'd. how senseless is thy heart! Hast thou forgotten all the cruel wrongs We two. and a wall both broad and fair I built." He turn'd. And dost not rather join thy force to ours. if I with thee should fight For mortal men. soon decay: from combat then Refrain we. But. Apollo? and to Neptune leav'st The easy victory and baseless fame? Why o'er thy shoulder hangs thine idle bow? Ne'er in our father's halls again. let me hear thee boast How thou with Neptune wouldst in arms contend. Assail'd with bitter words the Archer-Queen. Goddess of the chase. While thou didst on his plodding herds attend. for a year. in age and practice more advanc'd. So in indignant sorrow we return'd." Thus she. the town's impregnable defence.Who brings her aid to Mars. But him his sister. Then had our warlike labours long been o'er. and eat the fruits of earth. Rebuk'd. And to Apollo thus th' Earth-shaker spoke: "Phoebus. who like leaves Flourish awhile. And Ilium's strong-built citadel overthrown. the proud Laomedon. For promis'd hire. as younger: 'twere not well For me. When here. poor wretches. and he our tasks assign'd? His fortress. In many-crested Ida's woody glens. For this thy favour dost thou show to Troy. sapless. thus saying: for he deem'd it shame His father's brother to assail in arms. but denied. fill'd with wrath. 'tis not meet. Apollo answer'd not a word. and to others leave the strife. Had brought our labour's term. Thou then begin. Robb'd of the hire he promis'd.

as guilty of some open shame?" To whom the bright-crown'd Goddess of the chase: "Thy wife. as flies a dove The hawk's pursuit. And thus. With scornful laughter buffeted her ears: The arrows keen were scatter'd on the ground: Weeping. too great for thine assault. as she turn'd away her head. So. Following her daughter. weeping. whose volleying smoke ascends to Heav'n. with her ample right The bow and quiver from her shoulders tore. Despite thy bow? though Jove hath giv'n thee pow'r O'er feeble women." Such converse while they held. And took their seats before the cloud-girt Sire. The other Gods were to Olympus gone. As in a city. these regain'd. lest e'en against the will of fate The Greeks that day should raze it to the ground. on her father's knees she sat. thou saucy minx." She said. On many. such loss Achilles wrought amid the Trojan host. with gracious smile. and with the left hand both the wrists Of Dian grasping. my father. from whom All jars and strife among the Gods proceed. which the Gods in wrath Have fir'd. Dian fled." Thus he: Latona gather'd up the bow. There. E'en as a lion. thou shalt know And feel how far my might surpasses thine. shame it were to meet in fight A consort of the cloud-compelling Jove. to stand Oppos'd to me. whom thou wilt. the Goddess fled. slew. Peleus' son Horses and men alike. Them Hermes to Latona thus: "With thee I strive not. enquiry made: "Which of the heav'nly pow'rs hath wrong'd thee thus My child. she Hath dealt thus rudely with me. she. Meanwhile to high Olympus fled the Maid. While quiver'd round her form th' ambrosial robe. On all her people grievous toil is cast. from the field withdrew. [7] . then."How canst thou dare. Freely amid th' Immortals make thy boast. And to the brazen-floor'd abode of Jove. But on the Trojans pressing. and left her bow. and those in angry mood. to slay. scatter'd here and there Amid the whirling dust. such toil. doom'd not yet to fall a prey. weeping. the gates of Troy Apollo enter'd. Triumphant these. and in a hollow rock Finds refuge. white-arm'd Juno. And fallen arrows. harm and loss. The son of Saturn tow'rds him drew his child. promiscuous. Than thy superiors thus to meet in arms. And with them. better were't for thee To chase the mountain beasts and flying hinds. for the well-built wall Alarm'd. But since thou dar'st confront me. That by thy prowess thou hast vanquish'd me.

and his triumph wills. disorder'd. Or should I leave the others to their fate. receiv'd within the walls. and drew back The solid bars. and beside him stood To turn aside the heavy hand of death. against the oak he lean'd. my soul. the work of Gods. Son of Antenor. retrace my steps to Troy? Yet why. The aged Priam stood. and stood collected. Nor is he more. and at eve. And now the lofty-gated city of Troy The sons of Greece had won. Yet firmly stood. Refresh'd by bathing in the cooling stream. and thence beheld By fierce Achilles driven in flight confused. when Achilles' awful form he knew. Scatter'd by Peleus' son. but in the vacant space Apollo stood. And to the warders cried along the wall: "Stand to the gates. But how if boldly I await him here Before the wall? his flesh is not to wounds Impervious: but a single life is his. But while our friends. And purg'd the sweat. parch'd with thirst and dust-begrim'd. he would soon O'ertake me. where fly the rest Across the plain." He said. and hold them open'd wide. they say. and madd'ning lust of fame. Though Jove assists him. but Phoebus rous'd Agenor's spirit." He said. And refuge find. for his soul With rage was fill'd. the portals. As thus he commun'd with his mighty heart: "Oh woe is me! should I attempt to fly Before Achilles' might. he his bosom fill'd With dauntless courage. to await . That in the crowd of fugitives may pour. Press'd hotly on the rearmost. disaster now is near. a valiant youth and strong. Far as the foot of Ida's hill. Let in the light. He. op'ning wide. groaning. As. than mortal man.Upon a lofty tow'r. the Trojan host: Then. And overtake me by his speed of foot. and in flight ignoble slay. Achilles. veil'd in cloud. No hope were left me of escape from death. the Trojan host to save. replace in haste The closely-fitting portals. Their courage quite subdued. from the tow'r he hasten'd down. The flyers. So far his strength exceeds the strength of man. for close upon their flight Achilles hangs. spear in hand. though much perplex'd in mind. admit such thoughts as these? For should he mark me flying from the town. and from the wall And o'er the plain of Troy direct my flight. Straight for the city and the lofty wall Made from the plain. the gates they open'd. and there Lie hid in thickest covert. for I fear That man of blood may e'en the city storm. Find time to breathe again.

who left upon the battle-field. Who. Each moment hoping to attain his prize. and warrior bold. In turn Achilles on Agenor sprang: But Phoebus robb'd him of his hop'd-for prize. And pois'd his spear. Agenor so. and tries to persuade his . But through the gates pour'd in the hurrying mass Who to their active limbs their safety ow'd. in panic flight. renown'd Achilles. who will fight In her defence. The Trojans being safe within the walls. Nor turn'd to flight by baying of the hounds. as thus he call'd aloud: "Thy hope. Hector only stays to oppose Achilles. remits her rage. With eager haste the city's refuge sought. until she reach her foe. beside Scamander's eddying stream Apollo turn'd. here shalt meet thy doom. Nor miss'd his aim. below the knee. and threw with stalwart hand the spear. convey'd away Antenor's son. Priam is struck at his approach. while he by guile withdrew The son of Peleus from the flying crowd: For in Agenor's very likeness clad. the woes. subtly lur'd him on." He said. or die. Achilles. He o'er the fertile plain with flying foot Pursu'd. and his manly heart. that ye Around her walls await ye! for within Are warriors brave and num'rous. Nor. Meantime the gen'ral crowd. All-pow'rful as thou art. and still but little space Before him flying. Antenor's godlike son. wives. THE DEATH OF HECTOR. Before his breast his shield's broad orb he bore. ARGUMENT.Achilles' onset. veil'd in thickest cloud. Achilles' leg he struck. ere prove Achilles' might. Achilles hast'ning in pursuit. and loudly rang the greaves Of new-wrought tin. With courage fill'd. wounded or by jav'lin or by sword. Or by the spear transfix'd. But fights. Unconscious of the toils. was eager for the fray. undismay'd. nor halt to know what friends Were safe. As when a panther from the thicket's depth Comes forth to meet the hunter. Nor did they dare without the walls to stand For mutual aid. but back the brazen point Rebounded. And all the town with fugitives was fill'd. and from the battle bore To rest in peace. Disdain'd to fly. Before him stood the far-destroying King: Then fled. children. for parents. was this day The valiant Trojans' city to destroy. Thou too. nor the heav'nly armour pierc'd.

Then Phoebus thus to Peleus' godlike son: "Achilles. Their cries reach the ears of Andromache. that so hot thy fury burns? Or heed'st thou not that all the Trojan host Whom thou hast scar'd. Within the walls a refuge safe have found? On me thy sword is vain! I know not death!" Enrag'd. but sign to mortal man . she mounts up to the walls. that at thy hand I bear. while thou art here withdrawn." Thus saying.son to re-enter the town. Thou mortal. thyself from vengeance safe. swift of foot. yet Hector still In front of Ilium and the Scaean gate. E'en so. Which many a Trojan else had fail'd to reach. Most hostile of the Gods. Within the walls escaping. and beholds her dead husband. reclining safe On the fair battlements. at length Minerva descends to the aid of Achilles. like timorous fawns. but. And them. Achilles. remain'd without. and on the battlements of Troy. Stay'd by his evil doom. Thus they from panic flight. with active limbs. Like to th' autumnal star. contending for the prize. Hecuba joins his entreaties. and on mightiest deeds intent. but nearer drew. at the advance of Achilles. was retired into the inner part of the palace. Achilles drags the dead body at his chariot. As when a horse. and is slain. Her excess of grief and lamentation. me Immortal? know'st thou not My Godhead. but in vain. Had I the pow'r. hast sav'd. replied: "Deep is the injury. The scene lies under the walls. his resolution fails him. She deludes Hector in the shape of Deiphobus. Scouring the plain. Achilles rac'd. Ere by my hand they bit the bloody dust. Him first the aged Priam's eyes discern'd. Whirls the swift car. who. whose brilliant ray Shines eminent amid the depth of night. and he flies: Achilles pursues him thrice round the walls of Troy. ignorant of this. that vengeance thou shouldst feel. and stretches o'er the plain. dried their sweat. in the sight of Priam and Hecuba. who here hast lur'd me from the walls. She swoons at the spectacle. BOOK XXII. And drank. tears. The thirtieth day still continues. Whom men the dog-star of Orion call. Hector consults within himself what measures to take. and despair. Me of immortal honour thou hast robb'd. with fiery speed. far-darting King. With slanted shields. he stands the combat. the Greeks. why with active feet pursue. The gods debate concerning the fate of Hector. He turn'd him city-ward. in arms all dazzling bright. Their lamentations. The brightest he. and quench'd their thirst.

await not here alone That warrior's charge. beneath a foeman's spear. to Mars. The old man groan'd aloud. hath Jove A bitter burthen cast. Those very dogs which I myself have bred. the city gates. That a youth should fall Victim. Held post before the gates. Lycaon brave. On me at last the rav'ning dogs shall feed. unmov'd. my daughters dragg'd away In servile bonds. Shall lap my blood. guardians of my gate." The old man spoke. My gallant sons. though he die. and Polydore. than if they heard That thou hadst fall'n beneath Achilles' hand. thy better far! Accurs'd be he! would that th' immortal Gods So favour'd him as I! then should his corpse Soon to the vultures and the dogs be giv'n! (So should my heart a load of anguish lose) By whom I am of many sons bereav'd. and with loud voice Call'd on his son. E'en on the threshold of mine age. condemn'd to see My sons struck down. Many and brave. awaiting there Achilles' fierce encounter. and if he fall With honour. well I know Far lighter were the grief.Of evil augury. imploring. address'd: "Hector. immortal glory give. My soul shall from my body be divorc'd. Look too on me with pity. . he beat his head. by sword or lance. And of the women and the men of Troy. on whom. yet Hector firm remain'd. he. lest thou to fate succumb. May well beseem his years. With hands outstretch'd and piteous tone. me. nor to Peleus' son. Deep were their mother's sorrow and my own. When by some foeman's hand. But to the viewless shades should they have gone. and our babes by hostile hands Dash'd to the ground. good store of these We can command. Then enter now. his head he tore The hoary hair. for with his daughter fair A wealthy dowry aged Altes gave. and e'en now. With thine own life. Be still the guardian. our chambers' sanctity Invaded. and fiery heat: So shone the brass upon the warrior's breast. yet glorious he! But when the hoary head and hoary beard. with brass and gold Their ransom shall be paid. and lifting high His hands. And naked corpse to rav'ning dogs are giv'n. Beneath Pelides' arm. or sold To distant isles in slav'ry. him his sire. and from. But of the gen'ral public. Within the city walls I look in vain For two. whom he has slain. and by ferocious Greeks Enslav'd the widows of my slaughter'd sons. Fed at my table. by fair Laothoe: If haply yet they live. and over-gorg'd shall lie E'en on my threshold. my son. No sadder sight can wretched mortals see. my son.

As when a snake upon the mountain side. my child. the offspring of my womb. whence first this war arose. would I had! Now. 'twere better far. with either hand her breast Sustaining.Then to the front his mother rush'd. but slay me there. Shall I deplore thee. yet Hector firm remain'd. But far away. Awaits the traveller. bear now in mind. thy mother's breast revere.' Thus shall they say. So fill'd with dauntless courage Hector stood. and to the Greeks be paid An ample tribute from the city's stores. Should be restor'd. And slay thee. dear child. and hereafter bind The Trojans by their Elders' solemn oaths Nought to withhold. I heeded not his counsel. Scorning retreat. 'This woful loss To Hector's blind self-confidence we owe. deeply mov'd. curs'd be he! should he prevail. The debt thou ow'st. since my folly hath the people slain. Her secret treasures. lest some might say. Her bosom bare. What if my bossy shield I lay aside. his baleful glances darts. And stubborn helmet. his gleaming buckler propp'd Against the jutting tow'r. my own. and with tears address'd him thus: "Hector. and from within the walls Ward off this fearful man. my soul? Should I so meet him. Thy corpse shall to the rav'ning dogs be giv'n. beside the Grecian ships. with tears and earnest pray'rs imploring. Defenceless as a woman. And all that Paris in his hollow ships Brought here to Troy. beside his hole. and with her all the spoil. My child. I should the just reproach Encounter of Polydamas. and my pond'rous spear Propping against the wall. Address'd their son. Coil'd round his hole. Waiting th' approach of Peleus' godlike son." Thus they. And on this bosom if thine infant woes Have e'er been hush'd. slain in open fight. for me. in tears. and fill'd with rage. go forth to meet Th' unmatch'd Achilles? What if I engage That Helen's self. not upon the fun'ral bed. or myself To perish nobly in my country's cause. nor thy widow'd wife. on that fatal night When great Achilles in the field appear'd. what if he should show Nor pity nor remorse. I well might blush to meet the Trojan men. Thus with his warlike soul communion held: "Oh woe is me! if I should enter now The city gates. Or from Achilles. Back to return in triumph. and unarm'd? . To me inferior far. nor in the field Encounter. With deadly venom charg'd. but fairly to divide Whate'er of wealth our much-loved city holds? But wherefore entertain such thoughts. then. who first His counsel gave within the walls to lead The Trojan forces. And long-rob'd dames of Troy.

As when a falcon. from death If we shall rescue him. 'Mid summer's heat the other rises cold As hail. One with hot current flows. Hector beheld. like youth and maid. she. As when the solid-footed horses fly Around the course. rac'd amain Along the public road. Beneath the walls his active sinews plied. and trembled at the sight. wing'd with desp'rate hate. Scamander's eddying streams. and know at once To whom the vict'ry is decreed by Heav'n. Better to dare the fight. Tripod. whom around the walls. Give me your counsel. dazzling as the glare Of burning fire. and beneath the wall Where stood the wind-beat fig-tree. from beneath. clouds of steam arise. now again On Ilium's heights. ere came the sons of Greece. where erst the wives of Troy And daughters fair their choicest garments wash'd. nor he the man. he. as youth and maid might hold. who. and all the Gods beheld. but near approach'd Achilles. one in flight. They by the watch-tow'r.Not this the time. terror-stricken. Pallas. Gods. So. bird of swiftest flight. Good he who fled." Thus. contending for the prize. but left The gates behind. Brave as he is. until they reach'd The fairly-flowing fount whence issu'd forth. and. but better who pursu'd. There rac'd they. pounces on his destin'd prey. thus: . with whom By forest oak or rock. a man I love in flight around the walls! my heart For Hector grieves. fled. From double source. Achilles flew. flying from his keen pursuit. Forward. So rac'd they thrice around the walls of Troy With active feet. So Hector. With fiery speed. with fat of choicest bulls Hath pil'd mine altar. Shrill-shrieking. no ignoble ox: The prize at stake was mighty Hector's life. terrible as plumed Mars. With flying speed Achilles now pursues. as he stood. and from beneath. on tim'rous dove Swoops fiercely down. or woman of her lord bereft. with flying foot. To hold light talk. Evades the stroke. From his right shoulder brandishing aloft The ashen spear of Peleus. In peaceful times. for on that race was stak'd No common victim. or snow. while around Flash'd his bright armour. and say. or of the rising sun. in fear. From some high mountain-top. now upon the crown Of deeply-furrow'd Ida. As from a furnace. or must he die. beneath Pelides' hand?" To whom the blue-ey'd Goddess. he mus'd. Nor dar'd he there await th' attack. Beside the fountains stood the washing-troughs Of well-wrought stone. or water crystalliz'd. Then thus began the Sire of Gods and men: "A woful sight mine eyes behold. and one pursuing. dashing through the brake. Pelides rush'd.

But when the fourth time in their rapid course The founts were reach'd." To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: "Be of good cheer. again from death preserve? Do as thou wilt. Rous'd from its lair upon the mountain side. And stood beside him. nor Hector quit."O Father. pursues a fawn. Oft as he sought the shelter of the gates Beneath the well-built tow'rs. th' Eternal Father hung His golden scales aloft. And as in dreams. and held them by the midst: Down sank the scale. So oft his foeman. I trust that now To thee and me great glory shall accrue In Hector's fall. but in vain. And if awhile it should evade pursuit. But stay thou here and take thy breath. till he find the trace. so could not now Achilles reach. to his rescue come. And from Olympus' heights in haste she sped. and plac'd in each The lots of doom. The swift Achilles press'd: as when a hound. And for the last time. though at the feet Of aegis-bearing Jove. Yet how should Hector now the doom of death Have 'scap'd. So Hector sought to baffle. but not with our consent. with untiring hate. cloud-girt King. Through glen and tangled brake. Escape he cannot now. Would cut him off. when one pursues in vain. He tow'rd the city still essay'd his flight. while I Persuade him to return and dare the fight. Searching unwearied. The keen pursuit of Peleus' active son. the other seeks As vainly to pursue. had not Apollo once again. One seeks in vain to fly. Low crouching in the copse. weighted with Hector's death. and draw not back thy hand. his foe. and so The greater glory obtain." His words fresh impulse gave to Pallas' zeal. Down to the shades. lightning-flashing. if haply thence His comrades' weapons might some aid afford. while he himself Must be contented with the second place. and Phoebus left his side. What words are these? wouldst thou a mortal man. and bespoke him thus: "Achilles. for great Achilles one. yet quests he back. With earnest pray'r Apollo prostrate fall." . Then to Pelides came the blue-ey'd Maid. For Hector one. Meanwhile on Hector. with superior speed. lov'd of Heav'n. Long doom'd by fate. lest one might wound. on his behalf. insatiate of the fight. my child! unwillingly I speak. and turn him to the plain. And giv'n him strength and suppleness of limb? Then to the crowd Achilles with his head Made sign that none at Hector should presume To cast a spear. yet both thy wishes to oppose: Have then thy will.

hast thou been bested By fierce Achilles. Nor wolves and lambs in harmony unite. to be slain. But when the two were met. And standing near. I fly: Thrice have I fled around the walls. and our comrades all Successively implored me to remain. till one of us Glut with his blood the mail-clad warrior Mars. and warrior brave. forward boldly! spare we not our spears. nor compact firm. and close at hand. from within the walls To sally forth." With fierce regard Achilles answer'd thus: "Hector. of all my brothers. both our sire And honour'd mother. and now the more I honour thee who dar'st on my behalf. him she found. . but in my soul On thine account too deep a grief I felt. with winged words address'd: "Sorely. But let us first th' immortal Gods invoke. to the Greeks Thy body to restore. The Goddess left him there. First spoke great Hector of the glancing helm: "No more before thee. good brother. and his onset wait. while others skulk behind. Or by thine arm himself may be subdued." To whom the blue-ey'd Goddess thus replied: "With many pray'rs. and went (the form And voice assuming of Deiphobus) In search of godlike Hector. and he with joy obeying. Seeing my peril. Now. good brother. as 'tween men And lions no firm concord can exist. But ceaseless enmity between them dwells: So not in friendly terms. nor dar'd Await thine onset. if Jove with victory Shall crown my firm endurance.So Pallas spoke. thou object of my deadly hate. Achilles. who around the walls Hath chas'd thee with swift foot. Make trial if Achilles to the ships From both of us our bloody spoils can bear. Mind thee of all thy fence. thou hast been Still dearest to my heart. sons Of Hecuba and Priam." To whom great Hector of the glancing helm: "Deiphobus. Can thou and I unite. The surest witnesses and guardians they Of compacts: at my hand no foul disgrace Shalt thou sustain. Such fear is fall'n on all. Talk not to me of compacts. behoves thee now To prove a spearman skill'd. of thine armour stripp'd I promise thee. do thou the like. or slay. now stand we both For mutual succour. now my spirit is rous'd To stand before thee. and thy life To me be forfeit. Stood leaning on his brass-barb'd ashen spear." Thus Pallas lur'd him on with treach'rous wile. Peleus' son.

and poising." He said." He said. He stood aghast. Which thou hast shed.For thee escape is none. such was indeed thy boast. by my spear. hurl'd his pond'rous spear. but he was far away. as on the breeze Floated the golden hairs. Which future days may hear of. Thou godlike son of Peleus. and cried. and wav'd his sharp-edg'd sword. And in the ground was fix'd. wert slain. and I by Pallas am betray'd. but he within the walls Is safe. since so hath Jove decreed. bird of loftiest flight. Nor all inglorious. If thou. shall all be now aveng'd. "Oh Heav'n! the Gods above have doom'd my death! I deem'd indeed that brave Deiphobus Was near at hand. and subtly fram'd To scare me with big words. Through the dark clouds swoops downward on the plain. or cow'ring hare. And o'er his shoulder flew the brass-tipp'd spear. and fiercely on his brow Nodded the four-plum'd helm. That thus his spear had bootless left his hand. suspended at his side. . Now is my death at hand. been to thee From Heav'n reveal'd. Nor miss'd his aim. gave it back. but glancing from the shield The weapon bounded off. if Jove Have to thine arm indeed such triumph giv'n. Now. To seize some tender lamb. and forward dash'd: As when an eagle. the greatest of her foes. but Pallas drew The weapon forth. Hath Pallas doom'd thy death. confronting thee. he stoop'd. Pond'rous and vast. with which the crest By Vulcan's hand was thickly interlac'd. But Hector saw. mark my fall. and shunn'd the blow. my fate hath found me now. Collected for the spring. who heretofore Have been my guards. no second spear was nigh: And loudly on Deiphobus he call'd A spear to bring. So Hector rush'd. Yet not without a struggle let me die. and poising. his sharp-edged sword he drew. but let some great act. hurl'd his weighty spear. Not in my back will I receive thy spear. Achilles' wrath was rous'd: with fury wild His soul was fill'd: before his breast he bore His well-wrought shield. But flippant was thy speech. But through my breast. now." Thus as he spoke. May it be deeply buried in thy flesh! For lighter were to Troy the load of war. my spear in turn elude. Then Hector knew that he was dup'd. Then Hector thus to Peleus' matchless son: "Thine aim has fail'd. nor truly has my fate. nor far away: Escape is none. Hector was griev'd. my comrades' blood. and to Achilles' hand. full in the midst he struck Pelides' shield. All unobserv'd of Hector. and make me prove False to my wonted prowess and renown. And Jove's far-darting son. if thou canst.

his avenger. beside the throat." Whom answer'd Hector of the glancing helm. Right through the yielding neck the lance was driv'n. shall strike thee down. who can save thee from the dogs. Thy hope was that thyself wast safe. brought no terror to thy soul: Fool! in the hollow ships I yet remain'd. prone in the dust he fell. that almost I could persuade myself to tear and eat Thy mangled flesh. such wrongs I have to avenge. thy knees. All else the glitt'ring armour guarded well. I beseech. iron is thy soul. thy mother shall obtain To lay thee out upon the couch. Dying: "I know thee well. While him the Greeks with fun'ral rites shall grace. not e'en so. Not though with ransom ten and twenty fold He here should stand. Not present. with Apollo's aid. Hesper. I. but my corpse Restore. mightier far than he. When twilight yields to night. but on all thy limbs Shall dogs and carrion vultures make their feast. Which as my ransom by my honour'd sire And mother shall be paid thee. vile hound! nor prate to me Of parents! such my hatred." To whom. and mourn O'er thee. when by the Scaean gate The hand of Paris. He lives not. the brightest star that shines in Heav'n. I. Which Hector from Patroclus' corpse had stripp'd. and scanning eagerly to see Where from attack his body least was fenc'd. who am now thy conqu'ror. Achilles. No. But sever'd not the windpipe. And o'er him. Where lies expos'd the swiftest road of death. Let not my corpse by Grecian dogs be torn. just where the collar-bone The neck and shoulder parts. Accept the ample stores of brass and gold. which in his right Achilles pois'd. Thy parents' heads. By the dogs And vultures shall thy corpse be foully torn. One chink appear'd. Achilles thus: "Knee me no knees. nor destroy'd His pow'r of speech. There levell'd he. on godlike Hector's doom Intent. nor did I hope To change thy purpose. and I. that so the men and wives of Troy May deck with honours due my fun'ral pyre. her offspring." To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm.And as amid the stars' unnumber'd host. one star appears. Brave warrior as thou art. and yet should promise more." . as Hector onward rush'd. not though Priam's royal self should sue To be allow'd for gold to ransom thee. But see that on thy head I bring not down The wrath of Heav'n. Gleam'd the sharp-pointed lance. Prostrate and helpless: "By thy soul. thus Achilles spoke: "Hector. with fierce aspect. Patroclus stripping of his arms. No. vaunting.

and said. With. and from the corpse his spear withdrew. standing. lies Patroclus: whom I never can forget. nothing loth. in Hades though the dead May be forgotten. and my limbs Have pow'r to move. Had stripp'd the armour from the corpse. thus th' assembled Greeks address'd: "O friends. the chiefs and councillors of Greece. And to the viewless shades his spirit fled. they flew.E'en as he spoke. as if the beetling height . his youth and vigour lost. the godlike Hector slain. A cloud of dust the trailing body rais'd: Loose hung his glossy hair. so graceful once. if. Leaving the head to trail along the ground. Gazing on Hector's noble form and face." He said. Great glory is ours. his car. and trial make What is the mind of Troy. and all around Was heard the voice of wailing and of woe. my soul? Beside the ships. despite their loss. And with loud cries her slaughter'd son bewail'd. That from the ancle passes to the heel. unburied. then stripp'd the armour off. sons of Greece. And none approach'd that did not add a wound: And one to other look'd. Now to foul insult doom'd by Jove's decree. his eyes were clos'd in death. "Good faith. But when the son of Peleus. And urg'd his horses. blood besmear'd. whene'er Jove and th' immortal Gods shall so decree. and in the dust Was laid that noble head. and as a God rever'd." Thus would they say. advance we now Before the city in arms. Then mounted. and foully Hector's corpse misus'd. Achilles thus replied: "Die thou! my fate I then shall meet. Since Heav'n hath granted us this man to slay. So lay the head of Hector." He said. Then when erewhile he wrapp'd our ships in fire. yet e'en there will I The mem'ry of my lov'd companion keep. Whose single arm hath wrought us more of ill Than all the rest combin'd. the Greeks around him throng'd. Now to the ships return we. The pride of Troy. and far From off her head the glitt'ring veil she threw. unwept. swift of foot. And to his chariot bound with leathern thongs. Or still. then stab the dead anew. And. Such was the cry. Hector slain. though dead. with the captur'd arms. Hector is easier far to handle now. Glad paeans singing! with us he shall go. at the sight His aged mother tore her hair. his father groan'd. their ground maintain. Of either foot he pierc'd the tendon through. They from the citadel intend retreat. Mourning his fate. Piteous. And laid aside. he rose. To him. In his own country. But wherefore entertain such thoughts. While number'd with the living. by a foeman's hand.

Of Ilium all were smould'ring in the fire. Some evil. double woof. oh whither now. and bred. was godlike Hector slain. Hecuba pour'd forth Her vehement grief: "My child. of thee bereft. Of thee. Chas'd to the plain. my limbs refuse to move. Hector! oh would to Heav'n that in mine arms He could have died. with mourning then and tears We might have satisfied our grief. shall I go. my honour'd mother's voice I hear. Which ever led him from the gen'ral ranks Far in advance. that I may know What mean these sounds. imploring all. and women? as a God They worshipp'd thee: for in thy life thou wast The glory of all. With varied flow'rs in rich embroidery. Low in the dust he roll'd. Than one. This haughty chief. with Pallas' aid. by whom he was begot. though sorrowing. sure. And to her neat-hair'd maidens thus she spoke: "Haste. Scarce in his anguish could the crowd restrain The old man from issuing through the Dardan gates. Hector might be refresh'd. in her house withdrawn A web she wove. who by his hand Have been of many stalwart sons bereft. Far from the bath." Weeping. the distaff left her hand. both she Who bore him. And to her neat-hair'd maidens gave command To place the largest caldrons on the fire. to me The cause of endless grief. to her no messenger Had brought the tidings. hapless mother. if haply he my years May rev'rence. I less lament. who wast to me by night and day A glory and a boast. like to me. And there implore this man of violence. By great Achilles. returning from the fight. . The bane of Troy. whose loss will sink me to the grave. but fate hath found thee now. Totter'd her limbs. Yet all. 'mid the women. but nought as yet was known To Hector's wife. he spoke. my friends. the desp'rate courage quench'd. and myself. like one distract." Then from the house she rush'd. and in my breast my beating heart Leaps to my mouth. Heart-stricken." Weeping. that without the walls Remained her husband. Leave me to reach alone the Grecian ships. most of all. stay me not. Be unfulfill'd my words! yet much I fear Lest my brave Hector be cut off alone. she spoke. the strength of all The men of Troy. unconscious she. all purple. and. That by Achilles' hand. some two. Peleus. For he too has a father. though griev'd for all. from the walls of Troy. Entreating by his name each sev'ral man: "Forbear. and bade him yield to none. and have pity on my age. follow me. That with warm baths. on Priam's house impends. The sounds of wailing reach'd her from the tow'r. and with him wept the crowd: Then.

in Eetion's house. And. thou here in Troy In Priam's royal palace. Since thou alone wast Troy's defence and guard.With beating heart. with both surviving parents bless'd. Not for thy need--thou ne'er shalt wear them more. But when she reach'd the tow'r. and cheeks bedew'd with tears. While youths. by all delights surrounded. and the woven bands. when the rav'ning dogs Have had their fill. Yet nought for him remains but ceaseless woe. The sisters of her husband round her press'd.-But for thine honour in the sight of Troy. Astyanax. to his widow'd mother's arms He flies. He hangs upon the skirt of one. Moisten his lips. and me hast left A widow in thy house. as in the deadly swoon she lay. And strangers on his heritage shall seize. shalt be a guard. Astyanax. the work Of women's hands. Unhappier I! would I had ne'er been born! Now thou beneath the depths of earth art gone. pinch'd with want. of Trojans so surnam'd. and gasp'd her spirit away. Then sudden darkness overspread her eyes. when in sleep his childish play was hush'd. rich and rare. Far off were flung th' adornments of her head. awaits him now. The net. an infant still. of one He plucks the cloak. Who on his father's knees erewhile was fed On choicest marrow. but scarce his palate touch." . That day when Hector of the glancing helm Led from Eetion's house his wealthy bride. in deepest woe. 'Begone! thy father sits not at our board:' Then weeping. thy child and mine. Was lull'd to slumber in his nurse's arms On softest couch. while within thy house Lies store of raiment. oh woe is me! to misery We both were born alike. And mounted on the wall. Hector. all naked. that orphan boy. where stood the crowd. beside the beaked ships. And saw the body which with insult foul The flying steeds were dragging towards the ships. and the fat of lambs. But now on thee. Far from thy parents. and with her went her maids. Who nurs'd my infancy. And held. the wriggling worms shall feed. But when her breath and spirit return'd again. Backward she fell. But grief. these will I burn with fire. Gone to the viewless shades. nor he to thee: For though he 'scape this tearful war with Greece. she look'd around. the fillet. unhappy he. his father lost. On thee. With sudden burst of anguish thus she cried: "Hector. I in Thebes. By wooded Placos. perchance in pity some May at their tables let him sip the cup. May drive him from their feast with blows and taunts. Our child. No young companions own the orphan boy: With downcast eyes. The nuptial veil by golden Venus giv'n. Ill-fated parents both! nor thou to him. His father's friends approaching.

Then. the single combat. Achilles sacrifices several animals. the wrestling. But for Patroclus mourn. and raise the tomb. Thrice round the dead they drove their sleek-skinn'd steeds.Weeping she spoke. and lastly. with tears the warriors' arms. valiant Myrmidons. The funeral procession. approaching near. then sets fire to it. with hearts by Thetis grief-inspir'd. With horse and car. and they with mingled voices rais'd The solemn dirge. the ghost of Patroclus appears to Achilles: the one-and-thirtieth day is employed in felling the timber for the pile. free indulgence to our sorrows giv'n. at the pile. where. the footrace. BOOK XXIII. which (at the instance of Iris) rise. and raise the flame. falling asleep. Achilles institutes the funeral games: the chariot-race. and the offering their hair to the dead. Mourning. and demands the rites of burial: the next morning the soldiers are sent with mules and waggons to fetch wood for the pyre. and thus began the wail: . make the greatest part of the book. and the three-and-thirtieth in the games. ARGUMENT. the fight of the caestus. Then on his comrade's breast Achilles laid His blood-stain'd hands. Achilles and the Myrmidons do honour to the body of Patroclus. such tribute claim the dead. Were wet. the discus. the women join'd her wail." He said. Achilles led the strain. place them in an urn of gold. In this book ends the thirtieth day: the night following. twelve Trojan captives. they gather the bones. dispersing. and share the ev'ning meal. their sev'ral ways They each pursu'd. the shooting with arrows. so mighty was the chief they mourn'd. Loose we the steeds. After the funeral feast he retires to the sea-shore. the ghost of his friend appears to him. With tears the sands. FUNERAL GAMES IN HONOUR OF PATROCLUS. He pays libations to the winds. Thus they throughout the city made their moan. When the pile has burned all night. the darting the javelin: the various descriptions of which. and the various success of the several antagonists. Loose we not yet our horses from the cars. The scene is generally on the sea-shore. the two-and-thirtieth in burning it. But when the Greeks had come where lay their ships By the broad Hellespont. yet not so Achilles let his Myrmidons disperse. But thus his warlike comrades he address'd: "My faithful comrades.

Flung prostrate in the dust. for the hot pursuit Of Hector round the breezy heights of Troy . To Agamemnon then the Kings of Greece The royal son of Peleus. And many a white-tusk'd porker. and many a bleating goat. great Agamemnon. yet with him they scarce prevail'd. hither dragg'd. and with an oath refus'd. Send forth at early dawn. No second grief like this can pierce my soul. continuous. Where broke the waves. and cut my votive hair. Each to their sev'ral tents the rest repair'd. But on the many-dashing ocean's shore Pelides lay. All that I promis'd. singeing o'er the fire. And loos'd their neighing steeds. There. Lulling the sorrows of his heart to rest. they listen'd. Our dogs should feed. circumfus'd around him. flow'd around the corpse. of all the Gods Highest and mightiest. nor lack'd there aught. If haply Peleus' son he might persuade To wash away the bloody stains of war: But sternly he. While he th' abundant fun'ral feast dispens'd. "No. should slay."All hail. And many a sheep. With bitter groans. Conducted. and all else prepare. on the beach. then round the ship Of Peleus' son in countless numbers sat. gentle sleep. swift of foot. His comrades then Their glitt'ring armour doff'd. in vengeance for thy death. lo! I now perform. He to the clear-voic'd heralds gave command An ample tripod on the fire to place. and his words obey'd." He said. rich in fat. in a clear space he lay. But thou. That on the corpse of Hector. And blood. Patroclus. by great Jove I swear. water shall not touch This head of mine. And build his tomb. So fierce his anger for his comrade's death." He said. amid his Myrmidons. beside the couch Where lay Menoetius' son. The sons of Troy. in torrents. and to the camp Bring store of fuel. O'ercame his senses. That with provision meet the dead may pass Down to the realms of night. And to their wonted tasks the troops return. The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. though in Pluto's realm. so shall the fire From out our sight consume our mighty dead. My hand. For while I live and move 'mid mortal men. And shar'd the social feast. Observe we now the mournful fun'ral feast. But when to Agamemnon's tent they came. King of men. till on the fun'ral pyre I see the body of Patroclus laid. before thy fun'ral pyre. There lay extended. and that twelve noble youths. of polish'd brass. There many a steer lay stretch'd beneath the knife. Then busily the ev'ning meal prepar'd. and foully Hector's corpse misus'd.

The golden vase. stern Death. his words the gen'ral grief arous'd: To them. but forlorn and sad I wander through the wide-spread realms of night. yet one thing must I add. Spirits and spectres. Let us. The common lot of man. From all the camp. for me. Neglecting. while yet we may. thy Goddess-mother's gift. And give me now thy hand. His very self. Went forth. th' image of himself it seem'd. And kindly nurs'd. has op'd his mouth. For never more. As friends. in the realms below. Art destin'd here beneath the walls of Troy To meet thy doom. our grief indulge." Whom answer'd thus Achilles. but together. shall we two. The spirits and spectres of departed men Drive me far from them." Thus as he spoke. But draw thou near. and thus it spoke: "Sleep'st thou. never more. Weeping and wailing. my fun'ral rites. that I may pass Through Hades' gloomy gates. he spread his longing arms. and all thy mind fulfil. Appear'd the rosy-finger'd morn. the very garb he wont to wear: Above his head it stood. and with a wailing cry. mindless of thy friend. And voice. disputing o'er the dice: Me noble Peleus in his house receiv'd. his height. Sudden appear'd Patroclus' mournful shade. Up sprang Achilles. rival of the Gods. Who of Amphidamas. Achilles. and lamenting cried: "O Heav'n. And make. at my side. . whereon to weep. So in one urn be now our bones enclos'd. Thou too. Had slain the son. and in one short embrace. a luckless homicide. Apart from all our comrades. like smoke. nor allow to cross Th' abhorred river. unsubstantial all. all amaz'd. swift of foot: "Why art thou here. as round the piteous dead they mourn'd. Shall I return from Hades. lov'd being? why on me These sev'ral charges lay? whate'er thou bidd'st Will I perform. Since first my sire Menoetius me a boy From Opus brought. but the dead? Hasten. as our youth Was spent together in thy father's house. Achilles. ere those be done. one request." He said. when laid upon the pyre. not the living. and thine attendant nam'd. Vanish'd. by evil chance. Achilles. Let not my bones be laid apart from thine. there are then. sweet counsel take. and beauteous eyes. in search of fuel. and told His bidding. the spirit beneath the earth. But nought he clasp'd. by Agamemnon sent. and straight. if thou wilt grant it.His active limbs had wearied: as he slept. and smote His hands together. men and mules. For through the night Patroclus' shade hath stood.

First came the horse. They laid him down. all the corpse with hair They cover'd o'er. and on his comrade's hand he laid The locks. loudly crashing. Achilles held his head. which on the beach They laid in order. He nurs'd in rich profusion. and vow'd that I. thou then from the pyre the rest Disperse. Were laden all with logs. Unnumber'd. And twisted ropes. and pay A solemn hecatomb. Behind. the rest remain'd In masses seated. but Peleus' son Approaching. When all the store Of wood was duly laid. But thou the boon withhold'st. Borne by his comrades. Then on the spot by Peleus' son assign'd. in the midst Patroclus came. their mules before them driv'n. Return'd in safety to my native land. with sacrifice Of fifty rams. and mourn'd The noble friend whom to the tomb he bore. the yellow locks he shore. to the springs Where on thy consecrated soil is plac'd Thine incense-honour'd altar. thus to Agamemnon spoke: "Atrides. Which as an off'ring to Sperchius' stream. And now the setting sun had found them still Indulging o'er the dead. sorrowing then Look'd o'er the dark-blue sea. Achilles had design'd. now aslope. and pil'd the wood on high. for to thee the people pay Readiest obedience. They rose and donn'd their arms. and on the cars Warriors and charioteers their places took. the hair he vow'd. since I no more My native land may see. Meriones. as thus lie spoke: "Sperchius. Now up. his act the gen'ral grief arous'd. The axe-men too. . Their felling axes in their hands they bore. To brave Patroclus thus I dedicate. hurrying to the plain. and bid prepare the morning meal. so bade Meriones. In mem'ry of Patroclus and himself. now down. they began With axes keen to hew the lofty oaks. where a lofty mound. They journey'd on. The follower of renown'd Idomeneus. mourning too prolong'd May weary. unblemish'd. all in vain to thee his pray'r My father Peleus made. And harness each his horses to his car. fell: the wood they clove. but Achilles bade The warlike Myrmidons their armour don. but when they reach'd the foot Of spring-abounding Ida. Then a fresh thought Achilles' mind conceiv'd: Standing apart. these took their way Through the thick brushwood. And bound it to the mules. so he vow'd. and then a cloud of foot. which from their heads they shore.Led by a valiant chief. They. To thee should dedicate my hair." He said. now sideways. The follower of renown'd Idomeneus.

by evil counsel sway'd. besought her each To sit beside him. Twelve noble youths he slew. sorrowing. but him the dogs Molested not. his pray'r Swift Iris heard. Th' appointed band remain'd. lo! I now perform: On twelve brave sons of Trojan sires. nor let the blazing sun The flesh upon his limbs and muscles parch. in haste appearing. for I o'er th' ocean stream From hence am bound to AEthiopia's shore. and rising all. groaning loud. Which there they offer to th' immortal Gods. The flames shall feed. and straight Dispers'd the crowd amid their sev'ral ships." The monarch Agamemnon heard. . with the sword. groaning. Swift Iris on the stony threshold stood. Then. Patroclus. Then a fresh thought Achilles' mind conceiv'd: Standing apart. but to the dogs I give. night and day Daughter of Jove. Four pow'rful horses on the pyre he threw. and added vows Of costly sacrifice. next. yet let the chiefs remain. on his lov'd companion call'd: "All hail. The noble dead might not receive a wound. for Venus. and pil'd the wood. that though dragg'd along the earth." Such was Achilles' threat. Of all the beasts Achilles took the fat. Not to the fire. Last. she with their requests Refus'd compliance. of nine dogs that at their master's board Had fed. To share the sacred feast. laid the dead. and pouring forth Libations from a golden goblet. Ambrosial. And heap'd the slaughter'd carcases around. and fragrant oils. Then many a sheep and many a slow-paced ox They flay'd and dress'd around the fun'ral pyre. And all the corpse o'erlaid with roseate oil. to whom the dead Was chiefly dear. And on the summit. on both the "Winds he call'd. Yet burnt not up Patroclus' fun'ral pyre. the sons of Troy.Ours be the farther charge. but Hector. he slaughter'd two upon his pyre. And cover'd o'er the corpse from head to foot. pray'd Their presence. They in the hall of gusty Zephyrus Were gather'd round the feast. and bore it to the Winds. the rav'ning dogs restrain'd. Apollo too a cloudy veil from Heav'n Spread o'er the plain. They saw. and address'd them thus: "No seat for me. Boreas and Zephyrus. and hecatombs. with thee. Resting upon the couch. that the wood might haste to burn. A hundred feet each way they built the pyre. Then jars of honey plac'd. and cover'd all the space Where lay the dead. though in Pluto's realm! All that I promis'd. And with the fire consume the dead. Priam's son. The fire's devouring might he then applied. And.

home the Winds return'd. whereon is laid Patroclus. the stirring breeze Ruffled the waves. thee. not over-large. Then in the tent they laid them. overspread With veil of linen fair. they. for in the midst He lay. Complete the work. And weary. Loud roar'd the crackling flames. then meting out Th' allotted space. between a double layer of fat Enclos'd. awaken'd by the tramp and din Of crowds that follow'd Atreus' royal son. while round the edges of the pyre. Patroclus. Ye Greeks. whom following close Spreads o'er the sea the saffron-robed morn. And of Menoetius' son. and before them drove the hurrying clouds: Soon o'er the sea they swept. As mourns a father o'er a youthful son. Nor are they hard to know. And o'er them build a mound. and groan'd aloud. So mourn'd Achilles o'er his friend's remains. Anon. in his hand a double cup. The wine outpouring. and in a golden urn remain. Rose. the fertile shores of Troy They reach'd. Boreas. Till I myself shall in the tomb be laid. Horses and men commix'd. The harbinger of light. and sank the flame. and o'er them heap'd the earth. . o'ercome by gentle sleep. Still calling on his lost Patroclus' shade. Whose early death hath wrung his parents' hearts. next With care distinguishing. Far as the flames extended. All night Achilles from a golden bowl Drew forth. all had now withdrawn. and. Let these. But when the star of Lucifer appear'd. and falling on the fun'ral pyre. Then pal'd the smould'ring fire. He sat upright." She said. But of proportions meet. mourn'd by all the host of Greece. in days to come. the deep foundations laid Around the pyre. and in a golden urn encas'd. Achilles calls To fan the fun'ral pyre. the rest were burnt. collect the bones. With vows of sacrifice. and ye chiefs of Greece. they his words obey'd: Far as the flames had reach'd. from the pyre a space withdrawn. moisten'd all the earth. and loud-voic'd Zephyrus. and thickly strown The embers lay. quench we first With ruddy wine the embers of the pyre. And o'er the Thracian sea. and thus address'd his speech: "Thou son of Atreus. Then tearfully their gentle comrade's bones Collected. they all night long With current brisk together fann'd the fire. they quench'd with ruddy wine. with rushing sound." Thus spoke Achilles. and with double layers of fat Enclos'd. and vanish'd. Achilles lay. who after me shall here remain. Prostrate beside the pyre. that groan'd and heav'd Beneath their passage.But. Their task accomplished. and build it broad and high.

ye Greeks. prizes of the games. had for yokefellow AEthe. his sire Sage counsel pour'd in understanding ears: "Antilochus. But ye in order range yourselves.But Peleus' son the vast assembly stay'd. Well skill'd in household cares. in foal Of a mule colt. Son of Admetus. Tripods and caldrons from the tents he brought. For well ye know how far my steeds excel. that to the wars of Troy He might not be compell'd. First. The first of all. Atreus' son. which await The contest of the cars. Two flying coursers harness'd to his car. Eumelus. These both were for the victor: for the next. And noble steeds. impatient for the course. Antilochus. untouch'd by fire. For any other cause these games were held. from AEneas won. with drooping heads Down to the ground. then. and ye well-greav'd Greeks. matchless charioteer. and mules. mighty chief. I to my tent should bear the foremost prize. he to me. his son. . and with water pure Wash'd oft their manes. the third. six years old. which Neptune gave To Peleus. Podargus. When by Apollo's aid himself escap'd. A mare." He said: up sprang the eager charioteers. Echepolus to Atrides gave. Next. Harness'd his sleek-skinn'd steeds. white and pure. unbroken. a vase With double cup. he gave. His own. For him they stand and mourn. and sturdy steers. Capacious of four measures. who boast Your well-built chariots and your horses' speed. their hearts with sorrow fill'd. Tydeus' son. in Sicyon's wide domain. standing up. a caldron bright. By fire as yet untarnish'd. But from the present strife we stand aloof. And bade them sit. My horses and myself. a tripod vast. the valiant Diomed. Her now he yok'd. And women fair of form. two and twenty measures round. but if. for the contest of the flying cars The prizes he display'd: a woman fair. they now have lost The daring courage and the gentle hand Of him who drove them. Then. Anchises' son. but safe at home Enjoy his ease. Steeds of immortal race. for the fifth. Before ye are the prizes. son of Neleus. and bath'd with fragrant oil. the gallant son Of Nestor. to him. of Pylian race Were they who bore his car. Then Heav'n-born Menelaus. transferr'd. for the fourth. Two-handled. The fourth. Of gold two talents. and iron hoar. for Jove had bless'd his store With ample wealth. he thus address'd the Greeks: "Thou son of Atreus. though young in years thou art. With Trojan horses. King of men. a mare by Agamemnon lent: Her.

Of shame to thee. and last of all. His horses. of heav'nly race. dear boy. far more than strength. thine offside horse Then urge with voice and whip. And leaning o'er the wicker body. And let the nearside horse so closely graze. nor overlooks The moment when to draw the rein. of all. but holds His steady course. By skill. Where meet two roads. Next came the King Eumelus. And there in charge the godlike Phoenix plac'd. the woodman fells The sturdy oak. . striking on the stone. thou canst not miss: There stands a wither'd trunk. As that thy nave may seem to touch. and cast their lots: Achilles shook the helmet. if thou make the turn the first. Drives reckless here and there. but thou hast. of me Thou need'st no counsel. a goal. That so thou mayst not fail to gain a prize. The slowest horses: whence I augur ill. by skill the steersman guides His flying ship across the dark-blue sea. o'er all the course. 'twixt charioteer And charioteer 'tis skill that draws the line. exert thine ev'ry art. The fourth. Fifth in the lists Meriones appear'd. leave Close on the left the stones. unrotted by the rain. the distant goal. Then thou. lest. Or former generations here have plac'd. Ear on the level plain. unrestrain'd. first leaped forth The lot of Nestor's son. On either side have two white stones been plac'd. Adrastus' flying steed. with inferior horses far. skill'd around the goal To whirl the chariot.Yet Jove and Neptune love thee. But ablest far. or o'ertake. Thy steeds thou injure. after whom The valiant Menelaus. They mounted on their cars. but thou sage caution use. There drive. But though their horses have the speed of thine. Meriones. and slack his rein. Antilochus. and thy chariot break." This said. Nor those which here Laomedon possess'd. The aged Nestor to his seat withdrew. as only not to graze the post. turns closely round. or pine. the goal: But yet beware. Not one of all shall pass thee. They stood in line. Of oak. and all around there lies A smooth and level course. As now Achilles hath decreed. some six feet high. and on the leader waits. Another. Atreus' son. A mark I give thee now. But better skill'd. and have well Instructed thee in horsemanship. following. still fixing on the goal His eye. Tydides drew his place. One. vainly trusting to his coursers' speed. Though shatter'd by the blast. In skill not one of them surpasses thee. and to his son his counsels giv'n. For. at random run. here stood perchance The tomb of one who died long years ago. Not though Arion's self were in the car. Achilles pointed out. A source of triumph to thy rivals all.

and stretch ye to your utmost speed. the fair-hair'd Menelaus came. releas'd. restor'd his whip. But Pallas mark'd Apollo's treach'rous wile. If by your faults a lower prize be ours. and ev'ry bosom beat With hope of vict'ry. and he himself Beside the wheel was from the chariot hurl'd. his horses slack'd their speed. Tydides turn'd aside. the farthest limits of the course Attain'd. their eager steeds. were plainly seen The qualities of each. urg'd no more. Then tears of anger from his eyelids fell. But that. pass'd on. And hasting to the chief. His forehead crush'd and batter'd in. perchance. The Goddess then Admetus' son pursued. Now bounded high in air. for o'er him. Loose floated on the breeze their ample manes. they turn'd beside the hoary sea. and voice. And to his horses strength and courage gave. and put forth all your speed. From elbows. Strain'd to their utmost speed. But when. for Pallas gave His horses courage. incens'd with valiant Diomed. each with eager shout Cheering his steeds. The son of Atreus. but with the sword be slain. Apollo wrested from his hands the whip. the pole upon the ground Lay loosen'd from the car. or hurricane. that scour'd the dusty plain. the skin was torn. the charioteers Stood up aloft. and his triumph will'd. and hand. . They from the ships pursued their rapid course Athwart the distant plain. whom Pallas hath endued With added swiftness. the mares. Then all at once their whips they rais'd. to observe The course assign'd. but Antilochus Thus to his father's horses call'd aloud: "Forward. and nose. and mute his cheerful voice. and true report to make. But haste ye. and his triumph will'd. and urg'd By rein. Nor be by AEthe. or made an even race. The cars now skimm'd along the fertile ground. Had he or pass'd. why be left behind? This too I warn ye. the dust. Their heads were downward bent. disgrac'd. mouth. and will make it good: No more at Nestor's hand shall ye receive Your provender. by a mare. my brave horses. and next The Trojan horses of Tydides came: Nor these were far behind. Why.His father's ancient follower. Next him. and o'ertake Atrides' car. Eumelus. and now. Then rouse ye now. And snapp'd his chariot yoke. beneath their chests Rose like a cloud. as they flew. and far ahead Of all the rest. Swerv'd from the track. I ask you not with those of Diomed In vain to strive. but following close They seem'd in act to leap upon the car. then in the front Appear'd Eumelus' flying mares. While. his eyes Were fill'd with tears. As gaining more and more the mares he saw. on his neck and shoulders broad. Felt their warm breath.

as defeated." He said. in the dust be roll'd. Put forth their pow'rs awhile. thou wilt but cause Our cars to clash. and hollow'd out the ground: There Menelaus held his cautious course. full-orbed as the moon: Then up he rose. hold in awhile thy steeds." He said. and they who first . to Antilochus: "Antilochus. of his voice in awe. There thou mayst pass. side by side: Then dropp'd Atrides' horses to the rear. by some stout youth. but here. the cars? A diff'rent chariot seems to me in front. but Antilochus. The first to see them was Idomeneus. seated in the ring. Drawing his steeds a little from the track. mourn. A diff'rent charioteer. of his voice in awe. "Antilochus." He said. in haste To gain the vict'ry. where wider grows the road. Fearing collision. and bring us both to harm. Bore down upon him sideways: then in fear. and soon the leaders near'd. or I alone. nor. and they themselves. For he himself forbore to urge their speed. For both are past the vigour of their youth. and from afar He heard and knew the foremost horseman's voice. for he. before them soon Antilochus the narrow pass espied. Then thus. the horses. the prize. from the shoulder hurl'd. as though he heard him not. the horses. without the ring. Plying the goad. All bay the rest. Can ye too see. The son of Atreus to Antilochus Shouted aloud. and to his horses call'd aloud: "Slack not your speed. Was posted high aloft. where the winter's rain Had lain collected. and thus the Greeks address'd: "O friends. thou most perverse of men! Beshrew thy heart! we Greeks are much deceiv'd Who give thee fame for wisdom! yet e'en now Thou shalt not gain. but madlier drove Antilochus. as not to fail Of slipping past them in the narrow way. It was a gully. Here is no space.And I will so contrive. but on his front alone A star of white. Put forth their pow'rs. Meanwhile the chieftains. Far as a discus' flight. thou driv'st Like one insane. Look'd for the cars. The Cretan King. the chiefs and councillors of Greece." Thus he. reproachful. meeting in the narrow pass. but on thine oath. Lest. the cars Should be o'erthrown. That tests his vigour. Their legs and feet will sooner tire than yours. Well too he knew the gallant horse that led. So far they ran together. and had broken through A length of road. that scour'd the dusty plain.

Stand up. and farther yet Had gone the quarrel. Perchance the charioteer has dropp'd the reins. Atreus' son. and on the plain Is lying now beside his broken car. were left Impress'd the wheel-tracks on the sandy plain. I know. as they flew along. While from the course his mettled steeds have flown. at wrangling good. and seated in the ring. high-stepping. but Tydeus' son drew near. But stay ye here." Thus he. Perchance has miss'd the turn." He said. but Achilles' self Stood up. And for aught else. Still on the charioteer the dust was flung. I cannot well Distinguish. ere round the goal they turn'd. though all around My eyes explore the wide-spread plain of Troy. Wilt thou a tripod or a caldron stake. It is not seemly. they. The same are leading now. Eumelus' mares. . This bitter interchange of wordy war." To whom in anger thus the Cretan chief: "Ajax.Were leading. So rashly speak? while the high-stepping steeds Are speeding yet across the distant plain. who so should speak. The son of Tydeus. among the chiefs of Greece Of small account--so stubborn is thy soul. appoint The umpire to decide whose steeds are first? So shalt thou gain thy knowledge at thy cost. In anger to reply. Nor look they out the sharpest from thy head. Will soon be here. And Agamemnon. that led at first. But see them now no more. and then shall each man know Whose horses are the second. scour'd the plain. valiant Diomed. both Ajax and Idomeneus. Who reigns o'er Greeks. Down from the glitt'ring car he leap'd to earth. thy betters far. And ill becomes thee this precipitance. As lightly they. Their coming wait. in judgment naught. his lash Still laid upon his horses' shoulder-points. up sprang Oileus' active son. But thou art ever hasty in thy speech. As close upon the flying-footed steeds Follow'd the car with gold and tin inlaid. the sweat profuse Down-pouring from his horses' heads and chests." Sharply Oileus' active son replied: "Idomeneus. I saw them late. hurrying to the goal. There in the midst he stood. and yourselves. Another would condemn. And lightly. Since others are there here. Or round the goal he could not hold the mares. though of AEtolian race. before the time. Thine eyes are not the youngest in the camp. 'tis he that holds the reins. and look yourselves. whose the first. why thus. must have met with some mischance. but to me it seems a chief. and thus the rival chiefs address'd: "Forbear.

And with th' applause of all. by no fault of his. and noble steeds. and let who will Stand forth. Delighted. thou wilt do me grievous wrong. with the utmost hairs Brushes the felloes. If thou thy words accomplish. Yet had he to th' Immortals made his pray'r. but a little farther were the course. when harness'd to a royal car. Nest came the horses of Antilochus. back-streaming. For him. Who had by stratagem. Whose tail. came last of all. by the gen'ral voice of Greece.And lean'd his whip against the chariot yoke." Thus he. and smil'd Achilles swift of foot. and not by speed. Dragging his broken car. but for the mare. stood up. Thy tents contain good store of gold. because mishap befell His car and horses. Achilles swift of foot with pity saw. of these. And to the Greeks his winged words address'd: "See where the best of all the last appears. at first. or e'en now. close before the wheel. and himself The least experienc'd in the rapid race. and to bear The tripod. Had pass'd him by. a discus' cast Between them lay. Small space between. hereafter mayst thou take A prize of higher value. Meriones. His horses driv'n in front. But. The first belongs of right to Tydeus' son. pitying him. Nor long delay'd the valiant Sthenelus. Admetus' son. replied: "Achilles. But let him take. And. the mare Had now been his. and brass. A jav'lin's flight apart. O'er Menelaus triumph'd. nor left the race in doubt. for my prize Thou tak'st away. he scours the wide-spread plain: So far was Menelaus in the rear Of Nestor's son. But eagerly sprang forth to claim the prize. I will not give her up. for he lov'd the noble youth. He surely had not thus been last of all. Peleus' son." He said. if so thy mind incline. To whom his winged words he thus address'd: . as meet. The faithful follower of Idomeneus: His were the slowest horses. while himself unyok'd the steeds. Then to his brave companions gave in charge To lead away the woman. And sheep. his right to claim. and female slaves. Antilochus. And. For but so far as from the chariot-wheel A horse. they all assented to his words. Behind the noble son of Atreus came. but rapidly his ground He gain'd--so well the speed and courage serv'd Of AEthe. Agamemnon's beauteous mare. yet e'en so Atrides' flying coursers press'd him hard. And to Achilles. my own right hand shall guard my prize. the second prize. but noble Nestor's son.

Then Menelaus. and bade the Greeks Keep silence. arose. e'en so thy soul. like the dew Which glitters on the ears of growing corn. And standing. and by set design. In thine esteem. My elder and superior thee I own. O Menelaus. noble Nestor's son led forth. And sham'd my horses. in Eumelus' hand He plac'd it. and himself Triumphant only by superior pow'r. and sin against the Gods. How quick in temper. for 'tis fair and just. am thy junior far. till now reputed wise. He went. But come. To whom were thus address'd thy winged words: . Antilochus. O Menelaus. O King. around whose edge is roll'd a stream Of shining tin. Nor deem I any Greek will find to blame In my decision. ye chiefs and councillors of Greece. come forward. his friend And comrade. and to him I give My breastplate. fav'ring neither side: That none of all the brass-clad Greeks may say That Menelaus hath by false reports O'erborne Antilochus." To whom Antilochus with prudent speech: "Have patience with me yet. Or come now. he with joy the gift receiv'd. Judge ye between us. Of brass. and bade Automedon. illustrious King. before them to the goal. upon the horses lay Thy hand. And plac'd in Menelaus' hands the mare: The monarch's soul was melted."Antilochus. if such be thy request. and holds his prize: His horses fairly worsted. thus the godlike hero spoke: "Antilochus. from Asteropaeus won. Thou didst by fraud impede my chariot's course. That for Eumelus I should add a prize. and if aught else of mine Thou shouldst desire. and brought it. in thy hand the slender whip Wherewith thou drov'st. would sooner give it all. This too I grant thee. for I. sad at heart. Inferior far. melted at his speech. Set then thy heart at ease. Than all my life be low'r'd. I myself will judgment give. noble chief. and by Earth-shaking Neptune swear That not of malice. That bristle o'er the plain." He said. bring the breastplate from his tent. And while the herald in the monarch's hand His royal sceptre plac'd. and in judgment weak." Thus saying. a gift of goodly price. Thou know'st th' o'er-eager vehemence of youth. before the car And horses. What hast thou done? thou hast impugn'd my skill. the mare I won I freely give. who hast brought thine own. as 'tis meet. Burning with wrath against Antilochus.

right and left. Still drove. at once I lay aside My anger. To any other man of all the Greeks I scarce so much had yielded. strike out. In mem'ry of Patroclus' fun'ral games. though fleet of foot. and brother. in my cause: I yield me to thy pray'rs. well-pleas'd. one who held the reins. the chief Of heroes once. and give. seek not henceforth By trick'ry o'er thine elders to prevail. The sons of Actor in the chariot-race Alone o'ercame me. OEnops' son. and thus replied: "All thou hast said. is simple truth: No firmness now my limbs and feet retain. thy good sire. and not apt To be thus led astray. Before th' assembled Greeks. unyielding mood. and much endur'd. The faithful comrade of Antilochus. and to Noemon gave in charge. thy gift. And when the monarch's sons his prizes gave! Then could not one of all th' Epeian race. Fourth in the race. Straight from the shoulder. The mare. or wrestle. that these may know I am not of a harsh. and surpass'd them both. but now thy youth Thy judgment hath o'erpow'r'd. and drove. then Anchaeus. As when th' Epeians in Buprasium held The royal Amarynceus' fun'ral games. with Phyleus strove. Of gold two talents. though mine of right. a vase with double cup. Thou. but for that Thyself hast labour'd much. And grudging more my triumph. The mare. [8] . Still the fifth prize. Or Pylians. as in number more. but now must younger men Engage in deeds like these. Meriones receiv'd. must bow to weary age. I vanquished. since remain'd. or AEtolians. Remain'd. for thou no more Canst box. In boxing. In hurling with the spear. Freely I give it thee. Whom thou no more amid the Greeks shalt see. himself the glitt'ring caldron took. old man. Iphiclus I outran. Oh that such youth and vigour yet were mine. the other plied the whip. the richest prize. vie with me. or in sportive strife The jav'lin throw. who stood up To wrestle with me. Nor can my arms with freedom. as of old. or race with flying feet. as thus he spoke: "Take this. I with ease o'erthrew. th' old man Beceiv'd with joy the gift. Such was I once. and for an heirloom keep. This contest to reward." He said. And Polydorus. But honour thou with fitting fun'ral games Thy comrade: I accept. Achilles this to Nestor gave."Antilochus. They were twin brothers. my son. to the fourth assign'd. to boot." He said. For age with heavy hand hath bow'd thee down. and I. thou art prudent. and plac'd it in his hand. Clytomedes.

They stood awhile. And will make good my words. let fall a stagg'ring blow. Half turn'd aside. he set forth the prizes. profuse. from ev'ry limb. Nor stood Euryalus. and smash his bones. Next. then rush'd Epeius on. the sweat Pour'd forth. tall and stout. Around his waist he fasten'd first the belt. strong hand with hand Mingling. On him attended valiant Diomed. Talaion's son. For these we bid two champions brave stand forth. for this. face to face. And he. . by me subdued. that in the battle-field I claim no special praise? 'tis not for man In all things to excel. and wishes of success. legs and feet Knock'd from beneath him. When both were thus equipp'd. Then gave the well-cut gauntlets for his hands. prone to earth he fell. Son of Mecistheus. six years old. The loser shall the double cup receive. nor o'erlook'st The place of honour. but this I say. with sinewy arms uprais'd. and full upon the cheek. He to his tent shall lead the hardy mule. which among the Greeks Belongs to me of right. And as a fish. The mule. Who laid his hand upon the mule. a godlike chief. And for the vanquished man. a double cup. Then rose." He said.My heart rejoicing that thou still retain'st Of me a kindly mem'ry. Achilles listen'd to the praise Of Neleus' son. who meets me here. but. then clos'd. Dire was the clatter of their jaws. whose stern endurance Phoebus crowns With vict'ry. and ye well-greav'd Greeks. they all in silence heard his speech: Only Euryalus. Of wild bull's hide. the son of Panopeus. no Greek can bear away From me. And there had vanquish'd all of Cadmian race. Into the centre of the ring they stepp'd: There. that flounders on the sand. up sprang Epeius. See that his seconds be at hand. and said: "Stand forth. in rapid interchange of blows. I mean to pound his flesh. most hard to tame. A hardy mule he tether'd in the ring. then join'd the gen'ral throng. recogniz'd by all the Greeks. the Gods Reward thee with a worthy recompense!" He said. Is't not enough. And in the boxer's manly toil contend. Unbroken. Stood forth opposing. if any care the cup to win. and prompt To bear him from the ring. he had once in Thebes Join'd in the fun'ral games of OEdipus. With cheering words. and to the Greeks proclaim'd aloud: "Thou son of Atreus. A boxer skill'd. who glory in the champion's name." He said. to reward The labours of the sturdy pugilists. methinks.

by skilful architect Design'd the tempest's fury to withstand. But fail'd to lift him fairly from. Thus to Ulysses mighty Ajax spoke: "Ulysses sage. within his tent They laid him down. whoe'er this contest will essay. the giant Ajax backwards fell. So flounder'd he beneath that stunning blow. And marvell'd. their sweat pour'd down like rain. his heavy head Rolling from side to side. So stubbornly he stood. that both together fell. both then bear away An equal meed of honour. But brave Epeius took him by the hand. Nor could Ulysses Ajax overthrow. Then rose. Achilles next before the Greeks display'd The prizes of the hardy wrestlers' skill: The victor's prize. with him uprose Ulysses. And bloody weals of livid purple hue Their sides and shoulders streak'd. And rais'd him up. in farther strife. Nor Ajax bring Ulysses to the ground. the ground. And for the vanquish'd man. Girt with the belt. and rais'd Ulysses from the ground. the joint Gave way. Ulysses on his breast. to the ring Then back returning. skill'd in household work. laid hold on each. Nor he his ancient craft remember'd not." He said. But lock'd his leg around. or I will thee uplift: The issue of our struggle rests with Jove. a tripod vast. with dragging steps. Yet crook'd his knee. fire-proof. defil'd with dust." He said. and withdraw. and loudly to the Greeks proclaim'd. within the ring they stood. and striking sharp Upon the hollow of the knee. and the combat stay'd: "Forbear. a female slave Pric'd at four oxen. And each. Creak'd their backbones beneath the tug and strain Of those strong arms. . a little way he mov'd. with stalwart grasp. his comrades crowded round And bore him from the field. Spitting forth clotted gore. skill'd in ev'ry crafty wile.Thrown by rude Boreas on the weedy beach. And at twelve oxen by the Greeks apprais'd. as sternly they For vict'ry and the well-wrought tripod strove. And now a third encounter had they tried But rose Achilles. but when the Greeks Were weary of the long-protracted strife. As stand two rafters of a lofty house. Each propping each. they lay. and straight uprose the giant form Of Ajax Telamon. Laertes' godlike son. the people saw. Ye both are victors. unconscious. And side by side. Or lift thou me. nor waste your strength. bore away the cup. Then in turn Ulysses strove Ajax to lift. "Stand forth. Till cover'd o'er by the returning wave.

A steer. their garments donn'd. and his feet Trod in his steps. Six measures its content. Ulysses following close. Who guards Ulysses with a mother's care. thence o'er the misty sea Brought by Phoenicians. His mouth and nostrils were with offal fill'd. friends. And as upon the horn he laid his hand. whoe'er this contest will essay. Oileus' son First shot ahead. for the third. and to the Greeks proclaim'd aloud. who. the Greeks with eager shouts Still cheering. And. well fatten'd. his pray'r the Goddess heard. for Ajax' years not much . and speediest in the race. Nor farther than the shuttle from the breast Of some fair woman." Thus spoke Achilles: they his words obey'd. But as they near'd the goal. And all his limbs with active vigour fill'd. for workmanship Unmatch'd on earth. swift of foot. First in the race. he call'd aloud: "Lo. skill'd in ev'ry wile." He said: uprose Oileus' active son. as from the goal They stretch'd them to the race. Ajax slipp'd and fell. in port arriv'd. Antilochus the sole remaining prize Receiv'd. "Stand forth. and back Withdraws it tow'rd her breast. They stood in line: Achilles pointed out The limits of the course. Assign'd as his reward. Achilles next set forth. as the plain He lightly skimm'd. Who all the youth in speed of foot surpass'd. was the second prize. as he strain'd to win the prize. Sputt'ring the offal out. by Euneus last. ere settled yet the dust. a silver bowl. Antilochus. so close behind Ulysses press'd on Ajax. Ulysses bore away The silver bowl. Ulysses thus To blue-ey'd Pallas made his mental pray'r: "Now hear me. Which now Achilles. How of the elder men th' immortal Gods Take special care. but what yourselves do know. to Patroclus paid. loud laugh'd the merry Greeks.That other Greeks may other contests wage. thus the Greeks address'd: "I tell you. on his friend's behalf. laughing. how the Goddess has my steps bewray'd. His breath was on his shoulders. of Sidon's costliest art The product rare. the steer to Ajax fell." Thus as he spoke. The prizes of the runners. Tripp'd up by Pallas. when her outstretch'd arm Has thrown the woof athwart the warp. whoe'er should prove The lightest foot. Amid the offal of the lowing kine Which o'er Patroclus Peleus' son had slain. And brushing off the dust. The son of Jason. Gave it to Thoas. And noble Nestor's son. Uprose Ulysses. And half a talent." Thus as he pray'd. and. Priam's son. He rose. of gold. and my feet befriend. Goddess. as they stretch'd their hands to seize the prize. In ransom of Lycaon.

First. their sharp-edg'd weapons grasp. and loudly to the Greeks proclaim'd: "For these we call upon two champions brave To don their arms. He shall this silver-studded sword receive. nor reach'd the point Tydides' body. The spoil Patroclus from Sarpedon won." Thus saying. Diomed receiv'd. they donn'd their arms. not unobserv'd of me Nor unrewarded shall thy praise remain: To thy half talent add this second half." Thus he. with praise implied of Peleus' son. of Thracian metal. Well-wrought. But from Achilles' hand the mighty sword. shouted then the Greeks To cease the fight. And he who first his rival's flesh shall reach. And public trial of their prowess make. in his hand he plac'd the gold. from the crowd apart.Exceed mine own. in the ring the son of Peleus laid A pond'rous spear. My trophy from Asteropaeus won. with haughty stare Stood in the midst. Then rose. And Tydeus' son. When." . Then through the buckler round of Diomed Great Ajax drove his spear. near they came. With belt and scabbard. whoe'er this contest will essay. each approaching other. as a quoit Once wielded by Eetion's giant strength. and share alike the prize. by the breastplate stay'd: While. with this mass in store. for five revolving years It will his wants supply." He said. but for speed Not one can match him. A hale old man we call him. Next. aim'd above the mighty shield's defence. the Greeks admiring gaz'd. Need he his shepherd or his ploughman send. Then rose. For Ajax fearing. Thrice rush'd they on. save Achilles' self. To whom in answer thus Achilles spoke: "Antilochus. One of a former age. and a shield. Next in the ring the son of Peleus plac'd A pond'rous mass of iron. nor to the town For lack of iron. And in my tent a noble banquet share. When by Achilles' hand Eetion fell. Antilochus with joy the gift receiv'd. Then. and thrice in combat clos'd. eager for the fight. the valiant Diomed. but the arms In common property they both shall hold. uprose great Ajax Telamon. but here we see a man. a helmet. This prize who wins. first draw blood. His glitt'ring weapon flash'd at Ajax' throat. and loudly to the Greeks proclaim'd: "Stand forth. through his armour piercing. and race of men. though widely may extend His fertile fields. But to the ships with other trophies borne. And.

with drooping head. then far away Rear'd on the sand a dark-prow'd vessel's mast. Thus spoke Achilles. But when the valiant Polypoetes took The quoit in hand. th' admiring crowd with wonder gaz'd. And pinions flutt'ring vain. flies among the herd. fell beside Meriones. Last. and valiant Polypoetes rose. The dove he struck not. his own already held His arrow. loud were the shouts. The faithful follower of Idomeneus. soar'd heav'nward. And single hatchets ten. with slender string. but close beside her foot The arrow sever'd the retaining string. as she soar'd. amid the laughter of the Greeks. he drew the string. And noble Polypoetes' comrades rose. a tim'rous dove Was fasten'd by the foot. The third was Ajax. anon. And mighty Ajax. and caldron. and Meriones. far as a herdsman throws His staff. They in a brass-bound helmet shook the lots. Next came Leonteus.He said. The bird releas'd. but who the string Should sever. Meriones the axes bore away. Then snatch'd Meriones in haste the bow From Teucer's hand. and through the air Hurl'd it. scion true of Mars. double-edg'd. the hatchets should receive. . The archers' prizes next. pointed straight. While Teucer to the ships the hatchets bore. As less in skill. In turns they took their stand. And to the ships the monarch's gift convey'd. Epeius. On which. while the string Dropp'd. and to the earth Returning. Aloft amid the clouds he mark'd the dove. beneath the wing. from the mast suspended. Right through the arrow pass'd. And struck her. from whose stalwart hand Beyond the farthest mark the missile flew. whirling. but should fail to strike the bird. with impetuous force He shot. Pric'd at an ox's worth. and Leonteus' godlike strength. That who should strike the dove should to his tent The axes bear away. that. the archers' mark. straight uprose the might Of royal Teucer. Ten sturdy axes. but vow'd not to the Archer-King Of firstling lambs a solemn hecatomb. Epeius first Uprais'd the pond'rous mass. untouch'd by fire. Lifeless. afar she fell. burnish'd bright. The first was Teucer's. So far beyond the ring's extremest bound He threw the pond'rous mass. The bird upon the dark-prow'd vessel's mast Lighted awhile. in the ring the son of Peleus laid A pond'rous spear. of iron hoar. son of Telamon. for the Archer-God Withheld his aid. And loudly shouted their applause the Greeks. he plac'd. And to the far-destroying King he vow'd Of firstling lambs a solemn hecatomb. tow'rds the earth.

Hecuba. The gods deliberate about the redemption of Hector's body.For those who with the jav'lin would contend. King of men. and conducts him to the pavilion of Achilles. and the multitude Amid the ships their sev'ral ways dispers'd: Some to their supper. all the deeds ." He said. and partly in Troy. grants his request. Achilles. to which he is encouraged by an omen from Jupiter. And with the jav'lin what thy pow'r and skill Pre-eminent. King of men. Mercury descends in the shape of a young man. such were my advice. The old king. Atrides. and let us give To brave Meriones the brazen spear. Uprose then Agamemnon. and on Patroclus thought. And bear it to thy ships. His herald. while the body of Hector lies in the tent of Achilles. Jupiter sends Thetis to Achilles to dispose him for the restoring it. the Trojans run out to meet him. we know. take thou this prize. and Helen. The son of Atreus. casts himself at his feet. makes ready for the journey. His vigour and his courage. thou excell'st us all. moved with compassion. to encourage him to go in person. with the solemnities of the funeral. and the next morning sends him home with the body. Their conversation on the way* Priam finds Achilles at his table. If so it please thee. He sets forth in his chariot. ARGUMENT. THE REDEMPTION OF THE BODY OF HECTOR. and begs for the body of his son. and Agamemnon. Assenting. detains him one night in his tent. with a waggon loaded with presents. delighted. and Meriones. The time of twelve days is employed in this book. while in Talthybius' care. The lamentation of Andromache. plac'd the King his noble prize. The games were ended. The faithful follower of Idomeneus: But Peleus' godlike son address'd them thus: "How far. notwithstanding the remonstrances of his queen. under the charge of Idaeus the herald. gave to brave Meriones The brazen spear. but to and fro Restless he toss'd. and Iris to Priam. and treat for it. but Achilles still Mourn'd o'er his lov'd companion. some to gentle sleep Yielding. not on him Lighted all-conqu'ring sleep. And as many more are spent in the truce allowed for his interment. BOOK XXIV. The scene is partly in Achilles' camp.

above the sea appearing. Gods. to behold him." . after death. with which of old Troy and her King and people they pursued. Of mind unrighteous. And 'mid the trembling flocks to seize his prey. Who to his sheepfold came. a son. and round him threw His golden aegis. E'en so Achilles hath discarded ruth. and urg'd That Hermes should by stealth the corpse remove. foully drags. his flying steeds He then would harness. the toils. the blessed Gods With pitying grief beheld the sight. Nor did the morn. This is not to his praise. and. and the angry waves. and his child. but time his grief allays. and to raise His fun'ral pile. his aged sire And people. Or his own mother's son. Stirr'd by such mem'ries. of bulls and choicest goats Receiv'd your off'rings meet? and fear ye now E'en his dead corpse to save. And conscience. His mother. unappeas'd. amid The strife of warriors. arbiter of good and ill.They two together had achiev'd. though dragg'd along. Since Paris to the rival Goddesses. around his comrade's tomb. The perils they had undergone. Achilles. bitter tears he shed. Leaving the prostrate corpse with dust defil'd. along the shore All objectless. his thoughts are all of blood. though brave he be. Yet thus our anger he may justly rouse. Allow'd his body to receive a wound. And Neptune. nor. and now again Upon his back. E'en as a lion. whom his mighty strength And dauntless courage lead to leap the fold. though in death. Thus foully did Achilles in his rage Misuse the mighty dead. Unmark'd of him arise. despairing. Who in his rage insults the senseless clay. Now turning on his side. gave deep offence. a brother dear: He mourns and weeps. But when the twelfth revolving day was come. Apollo thus th' assembled Gods address'd: "Shame on ye. A man may lose his best-lov'd friend. At Hector's hand. Thrice make the circuit of Patroclus' tomb. For fate to man a patient mind hath giv'n: But godlike Hector's body. But from unseemly marks the valiant dead Apollo guarded. Lash'd to his car. and with due rites entomb? But fell Achilles all your aid commands. and inflexible His stubborn heart. then prone upon his face. and the blue-ey'd Maid. Then would he turn within his tent to rest. who with pity view'd The hero. but Juno still. behind the car The corpse of Hector trailing in the dust. Preferring her who brought him in return The fatal boon of too successful love. would he roam. ungrateful! have ye not. retain'd The hatred. unrelenting. Then starting to his feet. The counsel pleas'd the rest. and grant his wife.

not without The knowledge of Achilles. white-arm'd Juno thus: "Some show of reason were there in thy speech." To whom the silver-footed Goddess thus: "What would with me the mighty King of Heav'n? Press'd as I am with grief. in the dark-blue sea She plung'd." To whom the Cloud-compeller answer'd thus: "Juno. of the race of man. was weeping o'er the fate Her matchless son awaiting. burnt-off 'rings and libations due My altars crown. And with. to the beach Ascending. whom I Nurtur'd and rear'd. best belov'd By all th' Immortals. encas'd in wild bull's horn. playing on thy lyre. She rose to go. Dearest to all the Gods. in the midst. wast there. the parting waters plash'd. and chief to me. I am asham'd To mingle with the Gods. All black. false friend. restrain thy wrath. Gods. could Hector boast Of equal dignity with Peleus' son. upwards straight to Heav'n they sprang. which the fisherman Lets fall. and nurs'd at woman's breast. Thou too. For never did he fail his gifts to bring." He said. be remov'd. ocean's parted waves Around their path receded." Thus as she spoke. summons thee. Th' all-seeing son of Saturn there they found. Then. The other. As down to ocean's lowest depths she dropp'd. Lord of immortal counsel. That so Achilles may at Priam's hand Large ransom take. her veil the Goddess took. some God Bid Thetis hither to my presence haste. Yet shall bold Hector's body. they shall not both Attain like honour. Like to a plummet. For day and night his Goddess-mother keeps Her constant watch beside him. There found she Thetis in a hollow cave. gave to Peleus. the storm-swift Iris led The way before her. And I with prudent words will counsel her. And thus address'd her: "Hasten. on fertile plains of Troy. Of all the mortals that in Ilium dwell. of a Goddess born. indignant. doom'd to die Far from his home. God of the silver bow. such worship I receiv'd. attended all the marriage rites. yet will I go: Nor shall he speak in vain. and to a mortal gave In marriage. Jove. whate'er his words. didst share the feast. And. yet was Hector once. and promptly on his errand sprang The storm-swift Iris. . to bear Destruction to the sea's voracious tribes. Around her rang'd the Ocean Goddesses: She. than which none deeper could be found.To whom. and set brave Hector free. companion base. Swift-footed Iris at her side appear'd. A mortal one. Ye. midway 'twixt Imbros' rugged shore And Samos' isle. Thetis.

and said. she the cup receiv'd. and some have urg'd That Hermes should by stealth the corpse remove. and drank. And valiant Hector's body. I know it well. mad with rage. and by the throne of Jove Sat Thetis. Plying their tasks. and adding words Of welcome. Down from Olympus' heights in haste she sped. thy victorious son. to abstain From woman's love. if such the will of Jove. wilt thou thy soul consume With grief and mourning. full-fleec'd. And bid him seek the Grecian ships. sorrowing to Olympus com'st.And rang'd around him all th' immortal Gods. tell him that all the Gods Are fill'd with wrath. and bear His dead away. the corpse of Hector keep'st. And gently touch'd him with her hand. my son. replied: "So be it. . ransom let him bring. He. prepar'd the morning meal." To whom Achilles. Pallas made way. Iris meantime to Priam I will send. they two. must he go. Hear then my words. in the concourse of the ships. to tell thee that the Gods Are fill'd with wrath. the corpse of Hector keeps: So may he fear me. mad with rage. Mother and son. that beside the beaked ships. Then ransom take. About Achilles. Juno proff'ring to her hand A goblet fair of gold. and to thy son My message bear. that beside the beaked ships Thou. for short thy time on earth: Death and imperious fate are close at hand. Close by his side his Goddess-mother stood. To Troy. for nine days Hath contest been in Heav'n. Groaning with anguish. Then thus began the sire of Gods and men: "Thou. This to Achilles' praise I mean to turn." He said. mindful nor of food Nor sleep? nor dost thou wisely. And thus thy rev'rence and thy love retain. the silver-footed Queen obey'd. and there Obtain his son's release. Yet hear the cause for which I summon'd thee. swift of foot. and with him take Such presents as may melt Achilles' heart. and liberate the dead. "How long. Then Saturn's son to Iris gave command: "Haste thee. their lengthen'd converse held. swift Iris. and there Obtain his son's release: and with him bring Such presents as may melt Achilles' heart. and I above the rest Am angry. him found she in his tent. And bid him seek the Grecian ships. no Trojan with him. and restore the dead. Alone. from Olympus' height. while his comrades round. And sought her son." Thus. was slain. Then haste thee to the camp. Borne down by ceaseless grief. Thetis. and he above the rest Is angry. For them a goodly sheep. to royal Priam bear my words. a messenger from Jove To thee I come.

Yet may a herald on thy steps attend. And to Achilles' presence safely bring. "Good wife. Nor let the fear of death disturb his mind: Hermes shall with him. Arriv'd within the tent. and vanish'd straight: He to his sons commandment gave. Some aged man. himself had heap'd." He said. a messenger from Jove hath come. upon his hoary head. And whisper'd. not for ill. And on the axle fix the wicker seat. nor he himself Will slay him. the sounds of wailing met her ear. Throughout the house his daughters loudly wail'd In mem'ry of the many and the brave Who lay in death. close cover'd with his robe. his head and neck with dirt defil'd. while his limbs with terror shook: "Fear nothing. Himself the lofty cedar chamber sought. whom great Achilles slew. Priam. Nor disobedient to the Gods' behest. nor void of sense. around their father. Who bids me seek the Grecian ships. the mules To yoke beneath the smoothly-rolling car. a messenger from Jove. and said. his smoothly-rolling car And mules to drive. With his own hands. thy smoothly-rolling car And mules to drive. And to Achilles' presence safely bring. but from others will protect. Not ignorant is he. and with me take Such presents as may melt Achilles' heart. by Grecian warriors slain. but from others will protect. Fragrant. nor void of sense. go. must thou go. high-roof'd. Their sire. nor he himself Will slay thee. he bids thee ransom home The godlike Hector's corpse. when to Priam's house She came. Within the court. with countless treasures stor'd. and with thee take Such presents as may melt Achilles' heart. and there Obtain my son's release. as thine escort. Some aged man.Yet may a herald on his steps attend. Who from on high looks down on thee with eyes Of pitying love. go. . Arriv'd within the tent. Nor let thy mind be troubled. son of Dardanus. sat His sons. whom great Achilles slew. and to the city back To bring his dead. But will with pitying eyes his suppliant view. Alone. But here on kindly errand am I sent: To thee I come. And in the midst. Beside him stood the messenger of Jove. Which. as his escort. no Trojan with thee. their raiment all bedew'd with tears. Nor disobedient to the Gods' behest But will with pitying eyes his suppliant view. Nor let the fear of death disturb thy mind: Hermes shall with thee." Swift-footed Iris said. and to the city back To bring thy dead. Not ignorant is he. And call'd to Hecuba his wife. wallowing on the earth. and on his errand sped in haste The storm-swift Iris.

and laugh'd to scorn The idle tale. but now (for I myself Both saw and heard the Goddess) I must go. then of gold he took Ten talents full. For thou shalt not persuade me. he should glut the maw Of rav'ning dogs. when at his birth his thread of life Was spun by fate." To whom in answer Priam. which the men of Thrace Had giv'n. Ent'ring his presence. Nor unfulfill'd shall be the words I speak: And if indeed it be my fate to die Beside the vessels of the brass-clad Greeks. Four caldrons." So he. 'twas destin'd that afar From home and parents. From the corridor With angry words he drove the Trojans all: "Out with ye. then a cup of beauty rare. But may my eyes be clos'd in death. or seer. worthless rascals. who thy sons hath slain. and give my sorrow vent. what think'st thou? for my mind inclines To seek the ships within the Grecian camp. If thou within the sight and reach shalt come. and utterly destroy'd. thoughtless of escape or flight. and 'mid those o'er whom thou reign'st? How canst thou think alone to seek the ships. godlike sire: "Seek not to hinder me. burnish'd bright. nor be thyself A bird of evil omen in my house. No pity will he feel. twelve single cloaks. or sacrificing priest. Whose inmost heart I would I could devour: Such for my son were adequate revenge. that here ye come To pester me? or is it not enough That Jove with deep affliction visits me. Whom not in ignominious flight he slew. ere see The city sack'd. Prophet." . when there he went ambassador. If indeed This message had been brought by mortal man. by that stern warrior's tent. no rev'rence show: Rather remain we here apart and mourn. alas! where are thy senses gone? And where the wisdom. But standing. once of high repute 'Mid strangers. two tripods. Many and brave? an iron heart is thine! Of that bloodthirsty and perfidious man. vagabonds! Have ye no griefs at home. As many tunics. "Alas. For Trojan men and Troy's deep-bosom'd dames. but Hecuba lamenting cried. I should have deem'd it false. He chose twelve gorgeous shawls.Say then." Then raising up the coffer's polish'd lid. A rich possession. The Greeks shall find you easier far to slay. so once more in my arms I hold my boy. as many splendid robes. I am content! by fierce Achilles' hand Let me be slain. E'en this he spar'd not. such his keen desire His son to ransom. As many rugs. Slaying my bravest son? ye to your cost Shall know his loss: since now that he is gone. For him.

from the chambers brought. In her right hand a golden cup she bore Of luscious wine. and to the polish'd pole At the far end attach'd. in the lofty halls Were met the herald and the aged King. That thou thyself mayst see and know the sign. When Hecuba with troubled mind drew near. and Agathon. . the cloud-girt son Of Saturn. will ye harness me the car Equipp'd with all things needed for the way?" He said. to harness train'd. and bold Hippothous. Then to Idaean Jove. and fix'd the wicker seat. liars all. in the dance alone. Of boxwood wrought. And in nought else renown'd. and Troilus. The Mysians' splendid present to the King: To Priam's car they harness'd then the steeds. that ere they took their way They to the Gods might due libations pour. all these nine with threats And angry taunts the aged sire assail'd: "Haste. And brought the smoothly-running mule-wain out. Prefer thy pray'r. beseeching him to send. Which he himself at polish'd manger fed. of strongest flight. worthless sons. a winged messenger. From their own countrymen. Mestor. Polites brave. but a God's: All these hath Mars cut off. Deiphobus. To Paris. Antiphonus. When. and with his staff drove out the crowd. they quail'd beneath their father's wrath. And bound it fast. And pray that he may bring thee safely home From all thy foes. upon the wain they pil'd. Then from the peg the mule-yoke down they took. and thus she spoke: "Take. Before the old man's anger fled they all. who th' expanse of Troy surveys. And yok'd the strong-hoof'd mules. Deep thoughts revolving. And Hector. and to father Jove thine off'ring pour. None but the vile and refuse. in all the land The best and bravest.He said. Nor like a mortal's offspring. Vain skipping coxcombs. And godlike Dius. base plunderers. laggards. now remains not one. The bird he loves the best. Nine cubits long. Pammon. who a God 'mid men appear'd. Well-fram'd. Then the rich ransom. since sore against my will Thou needs wilt venture to the ships of Greece. new-built. On thy right hand. and inward turn'd the tongue. and left me none. with boss and rings complete. And with the yoke. Helenus. Of Hector's head. the breast-rings then Fix'd to the pole-piece: and on either side Thrice round the knob the leathern thong they wound. Then to his sons in threat'ning tone he cried. the yoke-band brought they forth. of lambs and kids. dauntless charioteer. Who have begotten sons. my scandal and my shame! Would that ye all beside the Grecian ships In Hector's stead had died! Oh woe is me. Before the car she stood.

and Priam to the Grecian ships So lead. And as he pour'd the wine. as doom'd to death. . look'd up to Heav'n." The old man said. with ewer she. feather'd king. Haste thee. a winged messenger. The bird thou lov'st the best. approach the ships of Greece. Swift as the wind. Mounting his car in haste. Most great." To whom. good it is to raise the hands In pray'r to Heav'n. and Jove's protection seek." Thus as he pray'd. But should all-seeing Jove the sign withhold. His sons and sons-in-law to Ilium took Their homeward way. Dark bird of chase. Then not with my consent shouldst thou attempt. firm in faith. And basin. That guard some wealthy monarch's lofty hall. Pitying he saw the aged sire. On either side his ample pinions spread. firm in faith. And thus with voice uplifted pray'd aloud: "O father Jove. far above The city soaring. nor disobey'd the heav'nly Guide. and hear'st whome'er thou wilt. which bore him o'er the waves. His golden sandals on his feet he bound. by sage Idaeus driv'n. The due ablutions made. and Dusky thence surnam'd: Wide as the portals. The mules in front. to reach the Grecian ships. and Troy. for thou in social converse lov'st To mix with men. and bade th' attendant pour Pure water on his hands. that none of all the Greeks may see Ere at Achilles' presence he attain. wherewith he seals at will The eyes of men. I refuse not to obey Thy counsel. Then took his rod. in answer. who rul'st on Ida's height. Soon the wide Hellespont he reach'd. Whate'er thy wish. of strongest flight. That drew the four-wheel'd wain. Ambrosial work. he took the cup." He said. the crowd of friends That follow'd mourn'd for him. Then in the centre of the court he stood. and ev'ry heart was cheer'd. and sprang for flight. his much-lov'd son: "Hermes. behind them came The horses. they the fav'ring sign With joy beheld. and o'er the wide-spread earth. most glorious! grant that I may find Some pity in Achilles' heart. godlike Priam thus: "O woman. And. down the city's steep descent Urg'd by th' old man to speed. the Lord of counsel heard. the aged King Drove thro' the court. approach the ships of Greece. And sent forthwith an eagle. and thus At once to Hermes spoke. well secur'd with bolts. On my right hand. Descended from the city to the plain. advancing o'er the plain They two escap'd not Jove's all-seeing eye. and send. On the right hand appear'd he. and thro' the echoing porch. stood beside him: from his wife. and wakes again from sleep. This in his hand he bore. That I myself may see and know the sign.And.

And this old man.And pass'd in likeness of a princely youth. when men are sunk in sleep? And fear'st thou not the slaughter-breathing Greeks. and with the sword destroy'd. goest thou thus with horse and mule In the still night. Who never from the Greeks' encounter flinch'd?" To whom in answer Priam. thy gallant son. methinks. Bless'd are thy parents in a son so grac'd In face and presence. to Priam thus he cried: "O son of Dardanus. yet hath some God Extended o'er me his protecting hand. that ev'ry hair Upon his bended limbs did stand on end." To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: "O father. The twain had pass'd by Ilus' lofty tomb. In op'ning manhood. and they so near? If any one of them should see thee now. his mind confus'd with dread. and fear he means us ill. For darkness now was creeping o'er the earth: When through the gloom the herald Hermes saw Approaching near. For often in the glory-giving fight These eyes have seen him. nay will shield from harm. Say. But tell me this. thy comrade. Who sends me such a guide. That speak'st thus fairly of my hapless son?" To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: "Try me. One of the Myrmidons I am. fair son. godlike sire: "Who art thou. bethink thee well. when to the ships The Greeks he drove. How wouldst thou feel? thou art not young thyself. and truly: dost thou bear These wealthy treasures to some foreign land. and for his mercy sue?" The old man heard. Of prudent counsel great is now our need." To whom in answer Priam. would avail But little to protect thee from assault. noble Sir. So grievously he fear'd. and said: "Where. from the fight restrain'd By Peleus' son. For like my father's is. my sire . thy face. I will not harm thee. chief. of godlike Hector ask. A man I see. That they for thee in safety may be stor'd? Or have ye all resolv'd to fly from Troy In fear. with Agamemnon wroth. So richly laden in the gloom of night. and took him by the hand. And halted there the horses and the mules Beside the margin of the stream to drink. one ship convey'd us both. with the horses shall we fly at once. old man. Or clasp his knees. fairest term of life. well and wisely dost thou speak. We gaz'd in wonder. and what thy race. Thine unrelenting foes. and of mind so wise. His follower I. father. so opportune. your bravest slain. but the Guardian-God Approach'd. He stood astounded. godlike sire: "'Tis as thou say'st.

I from the ships am to the plain come forth. Be thou my guard. When to the ship-tow'rs and the trench they came. Nor hath corruption touch'd his flesh. And answer'd. the sev'nth." He said. Lies yet my son beside the Grecian ships. nor worms. The corpse. rich. But by the ship of Peleus' son he lies Within the tent. this goblet rich-emboss'd. But. Accept. the chiefs in vain Strive to restrain their ardour for the fight. twelve days he there hath lain. So. As far as Argos. Peleus' son. In vain. "See. From blood-stains cleans'd. That wont to prey on men in battle slain. my guide. Around his comrade's tomb Achilles drags. who bidd'st me at thy hands accept Thy proffer'd presents. tell me all the truth. under Heav'n. And thence have they remember'd him in death. e'en as thou. Who lov'd him well. and should hold it shame To plunder him.Polyctor. as dew-besprent. For never did my son. thou thyself Mightst see how fresh. me thy younger wouldst thou tempt. And to his dogs the mangled carcase giv'n?" To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: "On him." To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: "Old father. while yet he liv'd. On ship-board or on foot. how good it is To give th' immortal Gods their tribute due. nor dogs nor birds have fed. old man. but aged. The guard had late been busied with their meal. and. thou art Indeed a follower. besides myself. And push'd aside the bolts. to Achilles' wrong. journeying by thy side. th' old man rejoicing heard his words. Until I reach the tent of Peleus' son. through fear of future ill. nor by the fault Of thy conductor shouldst thou meet with harm. Yet leaves it still uninjur'd. I pray. and on the car Mounting in haste. Or hath Achilles torn him limb from limb. e'en in death. For many a lance was buried in his corpse. protect thy noble son. godlike sire: "If of Achilles. Six sons he hath. And with deep sleep the heav'nly Guide o'erspread The eyes of all. with each returning morn." Thus spoke the Guardian-God. I dread his anger. as thy guide. And with fresh vigour mules and horses fill'd. Neglect the Gods who on Olympus dwell. and clos'd his many wounds. my son. he took the whip and reins." To whom in answer Priam. indeed. For with the dawn of day the keen-ey'd Greeks Will round the city marshal their array. he lies. the blessed Gods above. then open'd wide the gates. I could conduct thee safe. And I by lot was drafted for the war. and led within . They chafe in idleness.

seeks beneath some wealthy house A foreign refuge. And brought within the court the gifts design'd For Peleus' godlike son. While I. And three to open. lov'd of Heav'n. The best and bravest through the breadth of Troy. that so Thy words may stir an answer in his heart. and thus to Priam spoke: "Old man. and clasp Achilles' knees. unperceiv'd of all. then Priam thus To Peleus' son his suppliant speech address'd: "Think. to bring thee safely here. His fair-hair'd mother's. wond'ring. Blood-stain'd. of all the others. which many of his sons had slain. all behold: On godlike Priam so with wonder gaz'd Achilles. In his own land hath shed another's blood. by cruel fate pursued. Hermes I am. As when a man. great Achilles.Both Priam. rejoicing. Father of all. which to shut Three men. Upon thy father. wonder seiz'd th' attendants all. nor to Achilles' eyes Will I appear. with his arms Embrac'd his knees. a single bar Of fir the gateway guarded. Begotten. Hermes to Olympus' heights Return'd. rival of the Gods. And all around a spacious court enclos'd With cross-set palisades. And standing by Achilles. knows That thou still liv'st. yet he. A warrior bold. And supplicate him for his father's sake. in charge to keep The horses and the mules. all hapless. and his child's. But when they reach'd Achilles' lofty tent. his followers seated all apart. I now return. from them that dwell around May suffer wrong. and sent to thee from Jove. And left Idaeus there. The chief he found Within. scarce ended the repast Of food and wine. And flying. then from the car Sprang to the ground. and overlaid the roof With rushes mown from off the neighb'ring mead. (Which for their King the Myrmidons had built Of fir-trees fell'd. but Achilles' hand Unaided shut with ease the massive bar) Then for the old man Hermes op'd the gate. The brave Automedon. the table still was set. and day by day may hope To see his son returning safe from Troy. and Alcimus. and the treasure-laden wain. Two only in his presence minister'd. and Priam from his chariot sprang. Great Priam enter'd. beseems it not a God To greet a mortal in the sight of all. with no protector near To give him aid." Thus saying. and kiss'd those fearful hands. deem that none are left me now. e'en as I myself Upon the threshold of unjoyous age: And haply he. But go thou in. that have many sons. scarce suffic'd. while he himself Enter'd the dwelling straight. a God hath hither been thy guide. And one to other looked. . where wont to sit Achilles.

" Thus as he spoke. he touch'd The old man's hand. Hector. reverence the Gods. Many and brave? an iron heart is thine! But sit thou on this seat. is the thread the Gods for mortals spin. within Achilles' breast Fond mem'ry of his father rose. Achilles. are thine! How couldst thou venture to the Grecian ships Alone. To whom from each the Lord of lightning gives. since I bear Such grief as never man on earth hath borne. him foul disgrace And grinding mis'ry o'er the earth pursue: By God and man alike despis'd he roams. Uprising. Yet this of ill was mingled in his lot. Though filled with grief. for thy father's sake. a mortal. and thus with gentle words address'd: "Alas.Fifty there were. poor old man. bewail'd His warrior son. the women of my household bore. nor is it mine To tend my father's age. He. To whom the ill alone. Much have we heard too of thy former wealth. his comrade dear. and gently put him by. one only son he had. Pitying his hoary head and hoary beard. Achilles for his sire. With gifts for man: one good. o'er the Myrmidons He rul'd with sov'reign sway. sometimes good befalls. The city's and his brethren's sole defence. let us that grief suppress. with wealth and substance bless'd Above his fellows. Then wept they both. Him sometimes evil. what sorrows. To live in woe. And through the house their weeping loud was heard. Such. by various mem'ries stirr'd: One. Thus from his birth the Gods to Peleus gave Excellent gifts. bravely fighting in his country's cause. For woful lamentation nought avails. prostrate at Achilles' feet. and in our hearts. But when Achilles had indulg'd his grief. but lately by thy hand hath fall'n: On his behalf I venture to approach The Grecian ships. One doom'd to early death. He rais'd. Who stoop to kiss the hand that slew my son. an immortal bride. Then thou. when came the sons of Greece. and priceless ransom pay. the other ill. and to the presence of the man Whose hand hath slain so many of thy sons. but far from home Thee and thy sons in Troy I vex with war. That in his house no rising race he saw Of future Kings. while they from cares are free. for his release to thee To make my pray'r. And for Patroclus wept. more needing pity. my only one. And eas'd the yearning of his heart and limbs. and Heav'n bestow'd On him. look pitying down On me. with his hand the aged sire. . And. Two coffers lie beside the door of Jove. The rest. but he. Of these have many by relentless Mars Been laid in dust. Nineteen the offspring of a single womb.

While Hector lies. my Goddess-mother came. Priam. incense me not. well I know. "Tell me not yet. though in vent'rous youth. and the shores Of boundless Hellespont. . To clothe the corpse. No mortal. Then to the female slaves he gave command To wash the body. and from the polish'd wain The costly ransom took of Hector's head. best-esteem'd. uncar'd for. suppliant though thou be. would dare Our camp to enter. and obey'd. and with oil Anointed. Lest. His suppliant slay." He said. and one well-woven vest." To whom Achilles thus with stern regard: "Old man. The daughter of the aged Ocean-God: And thee too. Which to the polish'd wain his followers rais'd. since thou hast spar'd my life. And bidd'st me still behold the light of Heav'n. and Achilles. illustrious chief. Then groaning. some God (I cannot err) hath guided to our ships. 'tis said that thou In wealth and number of thy sons wast bless'd. Achilles lifted up the dead With his own hands. Patroclus! be not wroth with me. They from the yoke the mules and horses loos'd. But let me quickly go. and around it wrapp'd the robe And vest.Above what Lesbos northward. not unaccompanied. and Upper Phrygia. and mayst suffer more. nor could hope to pass Unnotic'd by the watch. and Jove's command transgress. that Priam might not see his son. and laid him on the couch. and anoint with oil. And bade him sit. But stir not up my anger in my grief. Bear up. on his friend by name he call'd: "Forgive. rous'd to wrath. that with mine eyes I may behold my son. nor easily Remove the pond'rous bar that guards our doors. Lest his griev'd heart its passion unrestrain'd Should utter. With him Automedon and Aleimus. Apart. Then to the door-way. Achilles rush'd. Still round thy city war and murder rage. Contains. the old man trembled. Macar's seat. I mean myself To give thee back thy son. with a lion's spring. Next to the lost Patroclus. But since on thee this curse the Gods have brought. and send with honour home. Vain is thy sorrow for thy gallant son. Two robes they left." To whom in answer Priam. Thou canst not raise him. and thou accept The ample treasures which we tender thee: Mayst thou enjoy them. Then led the herald of the old man in. within my tent I brook thee not. When they had wash'd the body. in the tent. His two attendants. for here of late Despatch'd by Jove. of his followers all. to sit. and Jove's command transgress. godlike sire. nor thus with grief incessant mourn. and in safety reach Thy native land.

Six beauteous daughters and six stalwart sons. In wonder Priam on Achilles gaz'd. and thus to Priam spoke: "Old man. His comrades then the carcase flay'd and dress'd: The meat prepar'd. Since by thy hand my gallant son was slain: But groaning still." ." This said. thy son. in gentle slumbers wrapp'd. And now in Sipylus. His form and stature. amid the rocks. she. The youths.If in the realm of darkness thou shouldst hear That godlike Hector to his father's arms. The maids. For no mean ransom. With anger fill'd that Niobe presum'd Herself with fair Latona to compare. and admir'd His venerable face. he sat Beside the wall. Her many children with her rival's two. when now her grief Had worn itself in tears. Broods o'er the wrongs inflicted by the Gods. They on the viands set before them fell. At length th' immortal Gods entomb'd the dead. from whence he rose. but not till now. he slaughter'd straight a white-fleec'd sheep. and from the fire withdrew. now ruddy wine Hath o'er my palate pass'd. thou thy noble son mayst mourn. Now have I tasted bread. Is giv'n thee back. Diana. Meanwhile the ev'ning meal demands our care. upon the couch he lies. for Saturn's son Had given to all the people hearts of stone. The bread Automedon from baskets fair Apportion'd out. So we too." This said. godlike sire. were cradled. I restore. the meal may share. Achilles to the tent return'd. illustrious chief. Till godlike Priam first address'd his host: "Dismiss me now. And he too look'd on Priam. Roasted with care. the Archer-Queen. And lie we down. Nor yet did Niobe. On the carv'd couch. And lonely mountains. I brood upon my woes. where the Goddess nymphs That love to dance by Achelous' stream. The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. slew. Nine days in death they lay. With mutual pleasure each on other gaz'd. To Troy restor'd--well worthy he thy tears. and fasten'd to the spits. Not fair-hair'd Niobe abstain'd from food When in the house her children lay in death. and gracious speech. And in my court with dust my head defile. though turn'd to stone. as a God he seem'd. from food refrain. whereof A fitting share for thee I set aside. So by the two were all the many slain. Thyself shalt see him at the dawn of day. For never have mine eyes been clos'd in sleep. 'Tis said. and none was there To pay their fun'ral rites. the meat Achilles shar'd. And later. Apollo with his silver bow. according to thy pray'r. to rest.

and cried: "Old man. No slumber fell. in token that he need not fear. who yet are left. and the guard elude. I engage To stay the battle for the time requir'd. if this thou grant. and on the top Rugs and soft sheets for upper cov'ring spread. torch in hand. distant as it is. full thrice so much Thy sons. And with obedient haste two beds prepar'd. Sleep'st undisturb'd. and thou hast paid A gen'rous price. Guardian-God. but to redeem thy life. Then on th' eleventh would we raise his mound. his comrades and th' attendant maids Achilles order'd in the corridor Two mattresses to place. Above the sleeper's head he stood. to thee. godlike sire: "If by thy leave we may indeed perform His fun'ral rites. And helmed chiefs. restor'd. Achilles. and arous'd . with his hand the old man's wrist He grasp'd. While in his tent's recess Achilles slept. and the people stay. withdrew. The fair Briseis resting by his side. great Will be our gratitude. Thy son hath been restor'd." He said. In night-long slumbers lay the other Gods. old Priam. Of them whoe'er should find thee here by night Forthwith to Agamemnon would report. when Achilles gives thee leave to go. They from the chamber. The Trojans well may fear to draw the wood. If Agamemnon and the other Greeks Should know that thou art here.Thus he. small heed thou tak'st of coining ill. And from the mountain. my good old friend. deep pond'ring in his mind How from the ships in safety to conduct The royal Priam. Then in the corridor lay down to rest Old Priam and the herald. the old man trembled. surrounded by thy foes. But on the eyes of Hermes. But tell me truly this. That for so long a time I may myself Refrain from combat. renew the war. Elders sage. The twelfth. how many days For godlike Hector's fun'ral rites ye need. Thou know'st how close the town is hemm'd around. Then thus Achilles spoke in jesting tone: "Thou needs must sleep without." To whom Achilles swift of foot replied: "So shall it be. And Hector might not be so soon. would have to pay. Lest any leader of the Greeks should come. by gentle sleep subdued." To whom in answer Priam. with blankets fair Of purple wool o'erlaid. The tenth. if needs we must." Thus speaking. Who. Nine days to public mourning would we give. As is their custom. to confer with me. to fun'ral rites and fun'ral feast.

to touch the head Of Hector. Since thou art gone. Ye there may vent your sorrow as ye will.The herald. The first to clasp the body were his wife And honour'd mother. As morn. thy child and mine. returning from the fight. in saffron robe. following came The mules that drew the litter of the dead. stood the crowd Weeping. weeping. unobserv'd of all. "Hither. Unhappy parents both! nor dare I hope That he may reach the ripeness of his youth. resistless. eagerly they sprang On the smooth-rolling wain." She said. they Pour'd forth the music of the mournful dirge. from the topmost height Of Pergamus. Hector see restor'd. while he liv'd. The head of Hector clasping in her hands: "My husband. obedient to his word They stood aside. to servile labour doom'd. Ye met him e'er rejoicing. her father in his car Upstanding saw. who with silent speed Drove through th' encampment. Must follow me. Or man or woman. They laid him on a rich-wrought couch. who indeed Was all the city's chiefest joy and pride. till Cassandra. the herald at his side. and call'd The minstrels in. born of immortal Jove. Thy child an infant still. and for the car made way: But when to Priam's lordly house they came. observ'd of none. When to my house I shall have brought my dead. For ere that day shall Troy in ruin fall. to crowd round him who brought the dead. fair As golden Venus. . And with them I shall go. The suff'ring victim of a tyrant Lord. her guardian! thou whose arm Defended her. Had not old Priam from the car address'd The crowd: "Make way. Both men and women. To high Olympus Hermes took his flight. And in thine house hast left me desolate. If. all the live-long day Had they before the gates for Hector mourn'd. Then lifted up her voice. come. Trojans. thou too. her wives. to the gates in throngs They press'd." Thus as he spoke. while the horses and the mules Were yok'd by Hermes. who by the hero's bed Should lead the melancholy chorus. o'er the minds of all Grief pass'd. that so the mules may pass. White-arm'd Andromache the wail began. Him too she saw. While women's voices join'd in loud lament. Fair-flowing stream. they with fun'ral wail Drove cityward the horses. o'er all the earth Was light diffusing. But when they came to eddying Xanthus' ford. who on the litter lay. nor man nor woman then was left Within the city. and cried aloud To all the city. The plain they travers'd o'er. till sunset. my child. and helpless babes! They now shall shortly o'er the sea be borne. round them. thou art gone in pride of youth.

Who bore me hither--would I then had died! But twenty years have pass'd since here I came. To slav'ry sold. and brought back to Troy . through the breadth of Troy. none love me now. Whom thou hadst slain. And they in death have borne thee still in mind. With tears. For when he sent me from the dark-ribb'd ships. godlike Paris claims me as his wife. Then Helen. of all my children dearest thou! Dear to th' Immortals too in life wast thou. his comrade dear. Or mother. or whose father. At length the aged Priam gave command: "Haste now. Hector! but bitt'rest grief of all hast left To me! for not to me was giv'n to clasp The hand extended from thy dying bed." He said." Weeping she spoke. but all abhor. All fresh and fair. or th' inhospitable shore Of Lemnos. now liest thou here. and with her wept the crowd. swift of foot. with his arrows keen. None kindly look on me. and with gentle words. his captives made. Across the wat'ry waste. to the city bring Good store of fuel. For thee I weep." Weeping. hath newly slain. he dragg'd indeed Around Patroclus' tomb. as dew-besprent. when his sharp-edg'd spear Had robb'd thee of thy life. Achilles promis'd that from hostile arms Till the twelfth morn we should no harm sustain. Thy brothers. and they the oxen and the mules Yok'd to the wains. and from the city throng'd: Nine days they labour'd. And when from others I have borne reproach. God of the silver bow. hath Achilles. fear no treach'rous wile. And left my native land. Then Hecuba took up the loud lament: "Hector. or thy brothers' wives. yet ne'er from thee I heard one scornful. and rous'd the gen'ral grief. for many a Greek By Hector's hand hath bit the bloody dust. and for myself no less: For. the mournful strain renew'd: "Hector. like one Whom bright Apollo. ye Trojans. For other of my sons. Not light in battle was thy father's hand! Therefore for him the gen'ral city mourns. Nor words of wisdom catch. to Samos' isle Or Imbros. or whose son By Hector hath been slain. yet so he rais'd not up Ilis dead to life again. third. Thou to thy parents bitter grief hast caus'd.Unless perchance some angry Greek may seize And dash thee from the tow'r--a woful death! Whose brother. one degrading word." Weeping she spoke--the women join'd the wail. she spoke. I might have treasur'd in my heart. (for thy sire was ever kind E'en as a father) thou hast check'd them still With tender feeling. thee. sisters. which night and day. of all my brethren dearest thou! True.

Good store of wood. line 335. is in favour of the former interpretation. Such were the rites to glorious Hector paid. to vent his personal spite against Agamemnon. and artfully assuming (line 281) that the feeling was confined to Thersites alone (though in his subsequent speech. This dissatisfaction and resentment are referred to by Neptune (xiii. he proceeds to cut short . applied the torch. but he had done nothing to excite those feelings: indeed. and closely throng'd First on the burning mass. ancient and modern. weeping. and all Assembled duly. and by Agamemnon himself (xiv. and ix. and on the fun'ral pile Laying the glorious dead. Then in a grave they laid it. And o'er it spread soft shawls of purple dye. FOOTNOTES [1] The text of the original leaves it somewhat in doubt whether the anger of the Greeks were directed against Thersites or Agamemnon. While yet the rosy-finger'd morn was young Round noble Hector's pyre the people press'd: When all were gather'd round. shar'd the solemn feast In Priam's palace. and after much consideration I have been induced to adopt it. constituting himself the representative of a popular grievance. and watch'd on ev'ry side. Ulysses saw how dangerous such a display might be at such a moment. END OF VOLUME II. back they turn'd. and in haste With stone in pond'rous masses cover'd o'er. And rais'd a mound. And quench'd the flames: his brethren then and friends Weeping. 55). They had lately manifested themselves in the alacrity with which the whole army had caught at the insidious suggestion of abandoning the war. they bore Brave Hector out. he admits and excuses the general discontent). for the army was deeply dissatisfied._ Thersites was an object of general contempt. From sudden inroad of the Greeks to guard. Thersites avails himself of the general feeling. apart from the offensiveness of his tone. 126). the hot tears flowing down their cheeks. The original represents the Greeks as filled with anger _and resentment_ against _some one. but the latter is not without the support of some eminent scholars. Heav'n-descended King. THE END. Collected from the pile the whiten'd bones. mainly perhaps because they had ceased to be enriched with the plunder of his successful forays (see i. and resented the conduct of Agamemnon against Achilles. as far as spread The range of fire. and. the public sympathy was with him. just before the second assembly. 202. they pour'd the ruddy wine. I believe the preponderance of authority. The mound erected. These in a golden casket they enclos'd. but when the tenth day's light Upon the earth appear'd. 387).

and has not only reduced the list. I have followed the example of Virgil. "despite their anger" (against Agamemnon). some time before the death of his son See Book V. but fled Murm'ring. for two complete nights and one day.its expression by summary chastisement. 656. who represents the same ladies [G. or Homer must here have fallen into an error. 151. Barter."] [3] This comparison does not afford a very accurate criterion of the "space interposed. 336] in attendance on Cyrene." which cannot be estimated without knowing the total distance within which the faster was to outstrip the slower team. Thereupon the fickle multitude. but which I have only seen since the publication of this work. who. had intervened since the visit of Ajax and Ulysses to the tent of Achilles. But either the word must have a more extended signification than is usually given to it. [2] See also Book xxii. that on which Patroclus met his death. 215. yesterday. [5] Line 45 et seqq. "the Paphlagonian Chief.. This view is very fully set forth in a note on the passage appended to a translation of the Iliad by Mr. cannot refrain from laughing at the signal discomfiture of their self-constituted champion. l. and represents the scale of the vanquished as "flying up" and "kicking the beam.] [6] L. and knew His mounted scale aloft. 4. [7] . See also l. nor more. apparently. which in the original extends over ten lines of names only.' reverses the sign. Chthizos. In doing so. but added some slight touches illustrating their occupations and private history: a liberty permissible to an imitator. had forgotten that Pylasmenes. but not to a translator. Milton. I hope I may be pardoned for having somewhat curtailed the list of these ladies." had himself been killed by Menelaus. l. and with him fled the shades of night. [4] This passage would seem to be the result of an oversight on the part of the Poet. published in 1859. 252. in the corresponding passage at the close of the 4th Book of 'Paradise Lost." "The Fiend look'd up.

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