THE ILIAD

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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
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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 2

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 3

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 4

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 5

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, His dark soul fill’d with fury, and his eyes Flashing like flames of fire; on Calchas first A with’ring glance he cast, and thus he spoke; ”Prophet of ill! thou never speak’st to me But words of evil omen; for thy soul Delights to augur ill, but aught of good Thou never yet hast promis’d, nor perform’d. And now among the Greeks thou spread’st abroad Thy lying prophecies, that all these ills Come from the Far-destroyer, for that I Refus’d the ransom of my lovely prize, And that I rather chose herself to keep, To me not less than Clytemnestra dear, My virgin-wedded wife; nor less adorn’d In gifts of form, of feature, or of mind. Yet, if it must he so, I give her back; I wish my people’s safety, not their death. But seek me out forthwith some other spoil, Lest empty-handed I alone appear Of all the Greeks; for this would ill beseem; And how I lose my present share, ye see.” 6

To whom Achilles, swift of foot, replied: ”Haughtiest of men, 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, has been already shar’d, Nor can we now resume th’ apportion’d spoil. Restore the maid, obedient to the God! And if Heav’n will that we the strong-built walls Of Troy should raze, our warriors will to thee A threefold, fourfold recompense assign.” To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: ”Think not, Achilles, valiant though thou art In fight, and godlike, to defraud me thus; Thou shalt not so persuade me, nor o’erreach. Think’st thou to keep thy portion of the spoil, While I with empty hands sit humbly down? The bright-ey’d girl thou bidd’st me to restore; If then the valiant Greeks for me seek out Some other spoil, some compensation just, ’Tis well: if not, I with my own right hand Will from some other chief, from thee perchance, Or Ajax, or Ulysses, wrest his prey; And woe to him, on whomsoe’er I call! But this for future counsel we remit: Haste we then now our dark-ribb’d bark to launch, Muster a fitting crew, and place on board The sacred hecatomb; then last embark The fair Chryseis; and in chief command Let some one of our councillors be plac’d, Ajax, Ulysses, or Idomeneus, Or thou, the most ambitious of them all, That so our rites may soothe the angry God.” To whom Achilles thus with scornful glance; ”Oh, cloth’d in shamelessness! oh, sordid soul! 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; They never did me wrong; they never drove My cattle, or my horses; never sought In Phthia’s fertile, life-sustaining fields To waste the crops; for wide between us lay The shadowy mountains and the roaring sea. With thee, O void of shame! with thee we sail’d, For Menelaus and for thee, ingrate, Glory and fame on Trojan crests to win. 7

All this hast thou forgotten. To Phthia now I go. But while in mind and spirit thus he mus’d. remember. I deem. in the contentious fight The larger portion of the toil is mine. in her stead. the Lord of counsel. that henceforth thou know How far I am thy master. She stood behind. dishonouring me. myself. Yet this. if such thy mind! I ask thee not On mine account to stay. When on some populous town our troops have made Successful war. if thou wilt. others too may fear To rival me. Her I send forth. is the gift of Heav’n. home. Nor does my portion ever equal thine. white-arm’d Queen. others there are Will guard my honour and avenge my cause: And chief of all. taught By thine example. so better far. Achilles chaf’d with rage. while I. Thine is the richest spoil. King of men: ”Fly then. for thou delight’st in nought But war and strife: thy prowess I allow. To steer my homeward course. Return then. And with thy followers. from Heav’n came down Minerva. But when the day of distribution comes. and leave thee here But little like. and with mine own good crew. with thy vessels. and keep his anger down. 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. and brave me to my face. visible 8 . and by the yellow hair She held the son of Peleus. I mean. forsooth.” Thus while he spake. sent by Juno.” Whom answer’d Agamemnon. to bear thy prize. and thrusting by Th’ assembled throng. Or school his soul. or despis’d. Must be too well content to bear on board Some paltry prize for all my warlike toil. Ev’n from thy tent. And half unsheath’d his sword. The fair Briseis. and. and Greeks bestow’d. Jove! Of all the Heav’n-born Kings. And threat’nest now to wrest from me the prize I labour’d hard to win. and that. Whose love and care both chiefs alike enjoy’d. To fill thy coffers with the spoils of war. to kill th’ insulting King. In mine own ship. thou art the man I hate the most. And in his manly breast his heart was torn With thoughts conflicting–whether from his side To draw his mighty sword.

to curb. Cease.” To whom the blue-ey’d Goddess thus replied: ”From Heav’n I came. since all around the axe Hath lopp’d both leaf and bark. and flung his mighty sword Back to its scabbard. and straight he knew The blue-eyed Pallas. Indignant though I be–for so ’tis best. and now ’tis borne Emblem of justice. when for this insolence A threefold compensation shall be thine. awful was her glance.” He said: and on the silver hilt he stay’d His pow’rful hand. and will make good my words. turn’d. But this I promise. Achilles. these broils. Who hears the Gods. this insult were thy last.” Whom answer’d thus Achilles. Nor blossom more. then. But this I say. and will make it good. swift of foot: ”Goddess. This insolence may cost him soon his life. Thy fury.To him alone. by all the rest unseen. 9 . nor with a chosen few To man the secret ambush–for thou fear’st To look on death–no doubt ’tis easier far. I needs must yield to your commands. assail him as thou wilt. to plunder of his right Whoe’er may venture to oppose thy will! A tyrant King. by the sons of Greece. In words. sent by Juno. since first it left Upon the mountain-side its parent stem. child of aegis-bearing Jove? To see the arrogance of Atreus’ son? But this I say. indeed. and curb thy wrath. because thou rul’st o’er slaves! Were it not so. white-arm’d Queen. and draw not thus thy sword. with eye of dog. Only be sway’d by me. Whom thus the chief with winged words address’d: ”Why com’st thou. By this my royal staff. and with an oath confirm. with undiminish’d wrath. which never more Shall put forth leaf nor spray. of them his pray’rs are heard. Girt with thy troops. if thou wilt hear. to Minerva’s word Obedient: she her heav’nward course pursued To join th’ Immortals in th’ abode of Jove. But Peleus’ son. The time shall come. Atrides thus with bitter words address’d: ”Thou sot. and heart of deer! Who never dar’st to lead in armed fight Th’ assembled host. Whose love and care ye both alike enjoy. wond’ring.

and upon the ground He cast his staff. and ne’er shall see. Ye both must yield to me. With them I play’d my part. my voice obey’d. wise and brave. Nestor. Pelides. but let him keep The spoil assign’d him by the sons of Greece. in wrath. from Pylos’ shore I join’d my forces. hear my words. To hear of feuds ’tween you. I pray. and their rage subdued. and they despis’d me not. The mightiest they among the sons of men. and of the forest beasts Strove with the mightiest. With them from distant lands. who with himself Were born and bred on Pylos’ lovely shore. And o’er the third he now held royal sway. And Theseus. Yet they my counsels heard. Nor thou. He thus with prudent words the chiefs address’d: ”Alas. As Pirithous and Dryas. And hear ye also. and then thy soul shall mourn The slight on Grecia’s bravest warrior cast. as to Atrides. Nor thou. for ne’er to sceptred King Hath Jove such pow’rs. at least. The mightiest they. giv’n. And took his seat.Who guard the sacred ministry of law Before the face of Jove! a mighty oath! The time shall come. and in times past I liv’d with men. and for Priam’s sons! What exultation for the men of Troy. when all the sons of Greece Shall mourn Achilles’ loss. alas! what grief is this for Greece! What joy for Priam. of all the Greeks The first in council. 10 . and the first in fight! Yet. godlike Polypheme. on th’ other side. not one Would dare to fight of mortals now on earth. from whose persuasive lips Sweeter than honey flowed the stream of speech. greater than yourselves. The smooth-tongued chief. and their call obey’d. but Nestor interpos’d. Heart-rent. AEgeus’ more than mortal son. the leader of the Pylian host. and thou the while. attempt to rob Achilles of his prize. in years. though great thou be. When by the warrior-slayer Hector’s hand Many shall fall. for my words are wise. with the monarch strive In rivalry. shalt be all-impotent to aid. with them. Coeneus. Two generations of the sons of men For him were past and gone. with golden studs emboss’d. Abler in counsel.” Thus spoke Pelides. Exadius. Such men I never saw. Atrides burn’d.

then last embark’d The fair Chryseis. Agamemnon. The chiefs arose. 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. Yet mightier he. Thy life-blood soon should reek upon my spear. Obedient to the word. To all to dictate. o’er all to reign. Achilles to his tents and ships withdrew. The camp thus occupied. Upon the margin of the wat’ry waste. Could I submit to make thy word my law.” To whom the monarch. They swiftly sped along the wat’ry way. thus: ”O father. O’er all he seeks to rule. and in the sea. and Goddess-born. Make trial if thou wilt. the King pursued His threaten’d plan of vengeance. thus: ”Coward and slave indeed I might be deem’d. the sage Ulysses. Gave they unbridled license to his tongue?” To whom Achilles. wreath’d in smoke. interrupting. But this proud chief o’er all would domineer. plac’d. and plac’d on board The sacred hecatomb. curb thy wrath! while I beseech Achilles to forbear. With twenty rowers mann’d. Grant that the Gods have giv’n him warlike might. in whom the Greeks From adverse war their great defender see. to his side 11 . and in chief command Laertes’ son. To others thy commands. But Atreus’ son launch’d a swift-sailing bark. But hear me speak. Atrides. but of the rest My dark swift ship contains.And valiant though thou art. seek not to me To dictate. Then to Apollo solemn rites perform’d With faultless hecatombs of bulls and goats. unpunish’d. against my will On nought shalt thou. for I follow thee no more. Next. they purified. that these may know. full of wisdom are thy words. With his own followers.” After this conflict keen of angry speech. the assembly was dispers’d. the savour rose to Heav’n. for wider is his sway. and Menoetius’ son. which I will not bear. proclamation through the camp was made To purify the host. lay thy hand.

And to his Goddess-mother long he pray’d. plung’d In bitter grief. from shameful rout To save his followers. When he shall need my arm. Hath wrested from me. is my just offence. and awe-struck by the King. Before the blessed Gods and mortal men. the worse for him. and in your hand Back with you thence the fair Briseis bring: If he refuse to send her. but himself Divin’d their errand.” 12 . but witness ye. from all the band apart. but now disgrace is mine. and with stern command Dismiss’d them. then. and still holds. Their chief they found Sitting beside his tent and dark-ribb’d ship. perchance. not well pleas’d: With troubled mien. Achilles mark’d their coming. They stood. nor dar’d accost him. Patroclus led the fair Briseis forth. not with you. With outstretch’d hands. and address’d them thus: ”Welcome. my prize. with reluctant steps they pass’d Along the margin of the wat’ry waste. Go. Olympian Jove. And give her to their hands. Patroclus. Heralds. and faithful followers. Upon the margin of the hoary sea Sat idly gazing on the dark-blue waves. Since Agamemnon. Which he may find. Till to the tents and ships they came. ye messengers of Gods and men. and with them the fair girl Reluctant went: meanwhile Achilles. they to the ships Retrac’d their steps. where lay The warlike Myrmidons. ”Oh. Who for the fair Briseis sends you here. the wide-ruling King.” So spake the monarch.Calling Talthybius and Eurybates. I might have hop’d the Thunderer on high. I myself With a sufficient force will bear her thence. provident how best To guard his fleet and army from the foe. Heralds! approach in safety. mother! since thy son To early death by destiny is doom’d. But with Atrides. with honour would have crown’d My little space. He neither heeds experience of the past Nor scans the future.” He spoke: obedient to his friend and chief. blinded by his rage. thus he spoke: ”Haste to Achilles’ tent. And to the face of that injurious King. bring the maiden forth. And gave her to their hands.

rose. swift of foot. he. to the feet of Jove. ”Thou know’st. in my father’s house. Chryses. but chief To Atreus’ sons. on ev’ry side Throughout the camp the heav’nly arrows flew. gave counsel to appease his wrath. Then. The first. The old man turn’d in sorrow. from my tent e’en now The heralds bear away. She gently touch’d him with her hand. And fast the people fell. and said. what boots to tell thee all? On Thebes we march’d. With costly ransom charg’d. thou. replied. Beside her aged father where she sat In the deep ocean-caves: ascending quick Through the dark waves. how thou. protect thine injur’d son. and hither bore the spoil. the trembling sire dismiss’d. Groaning. Against the Greeks he bent his fatal bow. The spoils were fairly by the sons of Greece Apportion’d out. Beside her son she stood. to all he sued. assign’d me by the sons of Greece. Eetion’s sacred town. Then through the ranks assenting murmurs ran. his Goddess-mother heard. Brises’ fair daughter. Apollo’s priest. who lov’d him well. if on his heart Thou hast in truth. by word or deed.Weeping. And storm’d the walls. full of fury. Saturn’s cloud-girt son 13 . and to Atrides’ share The beauteous daughter of old Chryses fell. and the ransom take: Not so Atrides. to free his child. For I remember. If thou hast pow’r. ”Why weeps my son? and whence his cause of grief? Speak out. and in his hand The sacred fillet of his God he bore. A skilful seer at length the cause reveal’d Why thus incens’d the Archer-God. like to a misty cloud.” To whom Achilles. Goddess. with haughty mien And bitter words. twin captains of the host. And make thy pray’r to him. he spoke. that I may hear. which he hath now fulfill’d. I oft have heard thee boast. and as he wept. but his pray’r Phoebus Apollo heard. Came to th’ encampment of the brass-clad Greeks. And utter’d threats. The priest to rev’rence. alone Of all th’ Immortals. For Chryses’ daughter to her native land In a swift-sailing ship the keen-ey’d Greeks Have sent. Fly to Olympus. with costly off’rings to the God: But her. a claim. And golden staff. I then. Whereat Atrides. and share thy pain.

then with their sweeps Pull’d for the beach. on AEthiopia’s shore. And to his feet my supplication make. thither then will I. O Goddess. With chains to bind him. she disappear’d. mightier than his father. weeping. and men AEgeon call. that e’er I gave thee birth! Would that beside thy ships thou could’st remain From grief exempt. Slack’d the retaining shrouds. He. And made her fast with cables to the shore. and when his bark Had reach’d the shelter of the deep sea bay. That all may taste the folly of their King. took his seat By Saturn’s side. and insult! since by fate Few years are thine. Juno. Arriv’d at Chrysa’s strand.” Thus he. Then on the shingly breakwater themselves 14 . invoking to his aid Him of the hundred arms. Meantime. thou Didst set him free. Since yesternight. Their sails they furl’d. will not deny my suit. then.” This said. in pride of conscious strength: Fear seiz’d on all the Gods. thus replied: ”Alas. And Agamemnon’s haughty self may mourn The slight on Grecia’s bravest warrior cast. and Thetis. and quickly struck And stow’d away the mast. Who wields the thunder. to the throne of Jove. my child. 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. whom Briareus Th’ immortal Gods. and cast their anchors out. and lower’d to the hold. And he. On the twelfth day he purpos’d to return To high Olympus. and Neptune. And clasp his knees. meanwhile. and with him all the Gods. and Minerva join’d. and left him there Musing in anger on the lovely form Tom from his arms by violence away. when all the rest. nor did they dare To bind their King: of this remind him now.Didst shield from foul disgrace. Thou by thy ships. I think. Ulysses. and supplicate his aid For Troy’s brave warriors. thy complaints I bear. with his sacred freight. that the routed Greeks Back to their ships with slaughter may be driv’n. and from the fight abstain. and not a lengthened term. against the Greeks Thine anger nurse. For Jove is to a solemn banquet gone Beyond the sea.

The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. and address’d him thus: ”Chryses. upon the Greeks’ behalf. The thighs consum’d with fire. and libations pour’d Of ruddy wine. The glorious paeans chanting. and Cilla’s lovely vale. if haply so We may appease his wrath. he with joy Receiv’d his child. and shades of night O’erspread the sky. thy daughter to restore. and in double layers O’erspreading them with fat. and the salt cake strew’d Upon the victims’ heads. To offer sacrifice. upon the sandy beach Close to their ship they laid them down to rest.” Then to her sire he gave her. God of the silver bow! whose care Chrysa surrounds. their hands then washed. and the sacred hecatomb To great Apollo. King of men. who now incens’d With grievous suff’ring visits all our host. and Chryseis last. in her father’s hand He plac’d the maiden. from Agamemnon. they drew them back. Hear yet again. and grant what now I ask. And in fit order serv’d the cups to all. Th’ attendant youths the flowing goblets crown’d. the rest upon the spits Roasted with care. and from the fire withdrew. Their labours ended. and the feast prepar’d. and stay the plague. above them plac’d The due meat-off’rings. and flay’d. the strain receiv’d But when the sun was set. Her to the altar straight Ulysses led. before them all With hands uplifted Chryses pray’d aloud: ”Hear me. And pour’d thy fury on the Grecian host. the inward parts They tasted first. And the salt cake prepar’d. The wise in counsel. To thee I come. Their pray’rs concluded. the sacred hecatomb Around the well-built altar for the God In order due they plac’d. well pleas’d. And slew. Withdraw thy chast’ning hand. All day they sought the favour of the God. then cutting from the thighs The choicest pieces. then the aged priest The cleft wood kindled. 15 . aveng’d my cause. his pray’r Apollo heard.” Thus. arm’d with the five-fork’d prongs Th’ attendant ministers beside him stood. as he pray’d. And to thy God.They landed. nor lacked there aught. Whose sov’reign sway o’er Tenedos extends! Once hast thou heard my pray’r. They shared the social meal. and the praise Of Phoebus: he.

16 . But silent sat. of all th’ immortal Gods. if e’er amid th’ immortal Gods By word or deed I did thee service true. then Thetis clasp’d his knees. Then through the camp they took their sev’ral ways. King of men. no more he sought The honour’d council. Or else refuse (for thou hast none to fear). But Jove. and give to Trojan arms Such strength and pow’r. Back to the camp they took their homeward way A fav’ring breeze the Far-destroyer sent: They stepp’d the mast. and strongly shor’d her up. Jove at their head. Rose from the ocean wave. Her right approached his beard. Hear now my pray’r! Avenge my hapless son. mindful of her son’s request. and suppliant thus She made her pray’r to Saturn’s royal son: ”Father. Meantime. and inly pin’d For the fierce joy and tumult of the fight. Lord of counsel. and round the vessel’s prow The dark waves loudly roar’d. and sped in haste To high Olympus. And plunder’d of his lawful spoils of war. Thou Avenge his cause.” She said: the Cloud-compeller answer’d not. and cut her wat’ry way. and give him honour due. Then Thetis. But when the twelfth revolving day was come. Th’ all-seeing son of Saturn there she found Sitting apart upon the topmost crest Of many-ridg’d Olympus. together all return’d. Their dark-ribb’d vessel on the beach they drew High on the sand. Chafing with rage repress’d. But wore his soul away. as on she rush’d Skimming the seas. Back to Olympus’ heights th’ immortal Gods.And when the rosy-finger’d morn appear’d. beside the ships Achilles sat. and her suit renew’d: ”Give me thy promise sure. Of mortals shortest-liv’d. and spread the snowy sail: Full in the midst the bellying sail receiv’d The gallant breeze. That I may learn. nor the battle-field. The Heav’n-born son of Peleus. at his feet She sat. thy gracious nod. Olympian. Arriv’d where lay the wide-spread host of Greece. and the courts of Heav’n. and while her left hand clasp’d his knees. swift of foot. insulted now By mighty Agamemnon. that Greeks may learn how much They need my son. And hung about him.

” Whom answer’d thus the stag-ey’d Queen of Heav’n: ”What words. The daughter of the aged Ocean-God.” He said. Or be recall’d. Juno. at his entrance all Rose from their seats at once.” To whom the Sire of Gods and men replied: ”Expect not. but advanc’d to meet. or heretofore. all my mind to know. dost thou speak? Ne’er have I sought. what thou think’st fit To tell. 17 . And all Olympus trembled at his nod. Then on his throne he sat. nor God nor man shall hear Before thee. not one presum’d To wait his coming. Seek not to know. Thy secret thoughts to know.” Then. But thou return. Jove to his palace. And well among th’ immortal Gods is known The solemn import of that pledge from me: For ne’er my promise shall deceive. nor curiously inquire. in bidding me oppose My will to Juno’s. if with a nod confirm’d. They parted thus: from bright Olympus’ heights The Goddess hasted to her ocean-caves. I wait thy gracious will to hear. whate’er I deem it fit That thou shouldst know. Lo. who was she with whom Thou late held’st council? ever ’tis thy way Apart from me to weave thy secret schemes. or fail. and nodded with his shadowy brows. but not unmark’d Of Juno’s eye had been the council held In secret with the silver-footed Queen. yet would such knowledge be Too much for thee. that I aid the Trojan cause. that Juno see thee not. or now. silver-footed Queen. I nod my head. when her bitter words Assail me. Nor dost thou freely share with me thy mind. but what I in secret plan. to confirm thy faith. And leave to me the furth’rance of thy suit. dread son of Saturn. Wav’d on th’ immortal head th’ ambrosial locks. much disturb’d.How far I stand the lowest in thine eyes. And with sharp words she thus addressed her Lord: ”Tell me. The daughter of the aged Ocean-God. deceiver. for full oft amid the Gods She taunts me. the Cloud-compeller spoke: ”Sad work thou mak’st. Yet fear I in my soul thou art beguil’d By wiles of Thetis. My wife thou art.

and watchest all I do. And by the Sintian people kindly nurs’d. the lightning’s Lord. Vulcan. and my words obey. so should our feast By evil influence all its sweetness lack. and with soothing words address’d His mother. Juno.” To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: ”Presumptuous. And I. but rather thus Be alien’d from my heart–the worse for thee! If this be so.” He said. indeed. then first Broke silence. there was I found. and terror seiz’d the stag-ey’d Queen: Silent she sat. Might hurl us from our seats (so great his pow’r). to thy busy thoughts thou giv’st Too free a range. For Jove.” This said. And kindle broils in Heav’n. thy promise sure. curbing her spirit down. behold thee brought to shame. But thou address him still with gentle words. it is my sov’reign will. though griev’d in heart. keep silence. as thus he spoke: ”Have patience. Let me advise my mother (and I know That her own reason will my words approve) To speak my father fair.For she was with thee early. If for the sake of mortal men you two Should suffer angry passions to arise. Lest all th’ Immortals fail. mother mine! though much enforc’d. and has. he rose. 18 . and hurl’d me down From Heav’n’s high threshold. To rescue thee from my resistless hand. white-arm’d Queen of Heav’n: ”Sad were’t. And all the Gods in pitying sorrow mourn’d. and embrac’d Thy knees. if such his will. Yet shalt thou not prevail. if I be wroth. And with the setting sun. When to thy succour once before I came. I think. lest perchance these eyes. for ’tis hard to strive with Jove. the white-armed Goddess smil’d. and bring Destructive slaughter on the Grecian host. Restrain thy spirit. and our banquet mar. be impotent To save thee. and grievous to be borne. and in his mother’s hand A double goblet plac’d. He seiz’d me by the foot. Dear as thou art. lest he again Reply in anger. all the day I fell. on Lemnos’ isle Lighted. So shall his favour soon again be ours. But now. Thou wilt avenge Achilles’ cause.” Thus as he spoke. scarce half alive. the skill’d artificer.

The assembly is recalled. there he slept. where for each The crippled Vulcan. they unanimously agree to it. Thus they till sunset pass’d the festive hours. and at length the advice of Nestor followed. the golden-throned Queen. THE TRIAL OF THE ARMY AND CATALOGUE OF THE FORCES. BOOK II. as well as by length of time. but fears the army was discouraged by his absence and the late plague. which was to make a general muster of the troops. at sight Of Vulcan hobbling round the spacious hall. When overcome by gentle sleep. matchless architect. who is deluded with the hopes of taking Troy without his assistance. several speeches made on the occasion. 19 . Nor Muses’ voice. while among the Gods Rose laughter irrepressible. who in alternate strains Responsive sang: but when the sun had set. smiling. Jupiter. and run to prepare the ships. in pursuance of the request of Thetis. He minister’d. and that they should put a stop to them if the proposal was embraced. to rest. and upon moving for a return to Greece. They are detained by the management of Ulysses. in order due. With wondrous skill a noble house had rear’d. He first communicates his design to the princes in council that he would propose a return to the soldiers. The general. Olympian Jove ascended. persuading him to lead the army to battle in order to make the Greeks sensible of their want of Achilles. his hand receiv’d the cup. who chastises the insolence of Thersites. and to divide them into their several nations. where he was wont of old. This gives occasion to the poet to enumerate all the forces of the Greeks and Trojans. and from the flagon pour’d The luscious nectar. Then to th’ Immortals all. The scene lies in the Grecian camp and upon the sea-shore. toward the end it removes to Troy. The time employed in this book consists not entirely of one day. To his own couch. by Phoebus touch’d. And. by his side. contrives to make trial of their disposition by a stratagem. Nor lack’d the banquet aught to please the sense. Then he assembles the whole host. in a large catalogue. Each to his home departed.And. sends a deceitful vision to Agamemnon. Nor sound of tuneful lyre. before they proceeded to battle. from. ARGUMENT.

and the monarch left. He donn’d his vest of texture fine. who from on high Looks down on thee with eyes of pitying love. and with winged words Thus to a phantom form he gave command: ”Hie thee. whom Agamemnon rev’renc’d most Of all the Elders. he vanish’d. all are gain’d By Juno’s pray’rs. ”Sleep’st thou.All night in sleep repos’d the other Gods. What lengthen’d labours in the stubborn fight. Nestor. and when from sleep arous’d Let not my words from thy remembrance fade. valiant warrior. changing nought. or what woes. to thee I come A messenger from Jove. Were yet for Trojans and for Greeks in store. in his likeness cloth’d Thus spoke the heav’nly Vision. Inspir’d with thoughts which ne’er should come to pass. Hear now the words I bear. wrapped in ambrosial sleep. deluding Vision. ignorant what Jove Design’d in secret. He woke from sleep. Above his head he stood. for the wide-built streets of Troy He now may capture. and cares of state. Bear this in mind. horseman bold? To sleep all night but ill becomes a chief. Charg’d with the public weal. For in that day he vainly hop’d to take The town of Priam. He bids thee arm in haste the long-hair’d Greeks To combat. speak. and woes impend o’er Troy. And helmed warriors. he sat upright. but the eyes of Jove Sweet slumber held not. but o’er his senses spread Dwelt still the heavenly voice. the wisest course appear’d By a deluding vision to mislead The son of Atreus.” This said. Then o’er it threw his ample robe. to the camp And ships of Greece. new-wrought. son Of Atreus. to Agamemnon’s tent. and woes impend o’er Troy. And sought the son of Atreus. for th’ immortal Gods Watch over her no longer. and pour Destructive slaughter on the Grecian host. There. and straight obey’d: Swiftly he sped. Bid that he arm in haste the long-hair’d Greeks To combat. and bound 20 . and reached the Grecian ships. what groans. him he found Within his tent. pondering in his mind How to avenge Achilles’ cause. since the wide-built streets of Troy Thou now mayst capture. like Neleus’ son. all are gain’d By Juno’s pray’rs. since th’ immortal Gods Watch over her no longer.” He said: the Vision heard. Thus as he mus’d. as I command thee.

and straight From ev’ry quarter throng’d the eager crowd. he sat. Who thus with prudent speech replied. adorn’d With silver studs. to the ships Where lay the brass-clad warriors. for th’ immortal Gods Watch over her no longer: all are gain’d By Juno’s pray’rs. horseman bold? To sleep all night but ill becomes a chief. and cares of state. who from on high Looks down on thee with eyes of pitying love. 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.” 21 . ancestral. and next arose Nestor. Charg’d with the public weal. and suggest Their homeward voyage. Hear now the words I bear: to thee I come A messenger from Jove. and sweet sleep forsook mine eyes. they gave the word. and said: ”O friends. at my head it stood. And o’er his shoulders flung his sword. And with these words address’d me–’Sleep’st thou. bent his way. valiant warrior. If any other had this Vision seen. Aurora now was rising up the steep Of great Olympus. by the side Of Nestor’s ship. But first. and restrain from flight. A secret conclave Agamemnon call’d. to the foremost man: Seek we then straight to arm the sons of Greece. And. the chiefs and councillors of Greece. to th’ immortal Gods Pure light diffusing.’ Thus as he spoke He vanish’d. prudent. and face To rev’rend Nestor. Of all our army. the aged Pylian chief. myself will prove The spirit of the army. and woes impend o’er Troy. but now it hath appear’d. ye. of all the Elders. my friends! In the still hours of night I saw a heav’nly Vision in my sleep: Most like it seemed in stature. Seek we then straight to arm the sons of Greece: But first. We should have deem’d it false. and bearing in his hand His royal staff. Bear thou my words in mind. form. thus the chosen few address’d: ”Hear me. the chief of Pylos’ sandy shore.” Thus having said.His sandals fair around his well-turn’d feet. throughout the camp Restore their courage. as is our wont. when Atrides bade The clear-voic’d heralds to th’ Assembly call The gen’ral host. son Of Atreus. and laugh’d to scorn The idle tale.

to quell The storm of tongues. to Agamemnon last Thyestes left it. And home return in safety. and awhile Their clamours sank to silence. 22 . Uprose the sceptred monarchs. For should we choose. and bids me now Return to Argos. and obey’d Their leader’s call. And we. and as the mighty mass Sat down. wealthy Lord Of num’rous herds. Hermes to Pelops. and listen to the Heav’n-born Kings. that pour in ceaseless stream From out the crevice of some hollow rock. matchless charioteer. Now clust’ring. By Jove enkindled. Hath thus been baffled. to number our array. by tens disposed. to every ten. Ministers of Mars! Grievous. some there. so brave. and from the council led the way. who oft hath sunk the heads Of many a lofty city in the dust. and all unlook’d for. then uprose The monarch Agamemnon.He said. As swarms of bees. in busy numbers fly. Grecian Heroes. in their midst. all that dwell within the town. as thus he spoke: ”Friends. At length they all were seated. token of his sway O’er all the Argive coast. but it seems He falsifies his word. is the blow Which Jove hath dealt me. by his promise led I hop’d to raze the strong-built walls of Troy. Trojans and Greeks. So to th’ Assembly from their tents and ships The countless tribes came thronging. Of Trojans. the heav’nly messenger. Such now appears th’ o’er-ruling sov’reign will Of Saturn’s son. and round them throng’d the crowd. on terms of plighted truce. as we do. and bade the noisy crowd Be still. Pelops to Atreus. And see no end of all our warlike toil. for mighty is his hand. ’Gainst numbers far inferior to our own. Dishonour’d. and with grievous loss of men. Nine heralds rais’d their voices loud. in his hand His royal staff. And yet will sink. On this the monarch leant. ’Tis shame indeed that future days should hear How such a force as ours. Great was the din. Some here. Rumour urged them on. fighting. Atreus at his death Bequeath’d it to Thyestes. Which Vulcan to the son of Saturn gave. so great. frustrate of my hope. the solid earth beneath them groan’d. and neighbouring isles. the work of Vulcan’s art. To Hermes he. and anon ’mid vernal flow’rs.

” Thus as he spoke. or as some deep field Of wavy corn. Hear then my counsel. beneath. the crowd. in ignominious flight. since here in vain We strive to take the well-built walls of Troy. their feet Rose clouds of dust. in council sage as Jove There found she standing. and still the work. The cordage rotted. O’er the wide sea their homeward course pursue. So was th’ Assembly stirr’d. let us all agree Home to direct our course. Full many a ten no cupbearer would find: So far the sons of Greece outnumber all That dwell within the town. by his words was mov’d. and tow’rd the ships With clam’rous joy they rush’d. one Trojan should assign. that had not heard The secret council. Already now nine weary years have pass’d. They clear’d the channels. they knock’d the shores away. Laertes’ son. But swift descending from Olympus’ heights With rapid flight she reach’d the Grecian ships. while one to other call’d To seize the ships and drag them to the main. and man by man Address with words persuasive. as when O’er the vast billows of th’ Icarian sea Eurus and Notus from the clouds of Heav’n Pour forth their fury. so many valiant Greeks Have cast their lives away? Go quickly thou Amid the brass-clad Greeks. The timbers of our ships are all decay’d. So sway’d and heav’d the multitude. in our homes the while Our wives and helpless children sit. nor did Minerva not obey.” She said. but to their aid Bold warriors come from all the cities round. Then had the Greeks in shameful flight withdrawn. For which we hither came. nor permit To launch their well-trimm’d vessels on the deep. in vain Expecting our return. remains undone.To crown our cups. Had Juno not to Pallas thus appeal’d: ”Oh Heav’n! brave child of aegis-bearing Jove. Far from their home. and with shouts of ”home” That rose to Heav’n. And as a trophy to the sons of Troy The Argive Helen leave. Who greatly harass me. for with bitter grief 23 . on whose account. Shall thus the Greeks. when sweeping o’er the plain The ruffling west wind sways the bending ears. he no hand had laid On his dark vessel. and render vain My hope to storm the strong-built walls of Troy.

can it be That you. Jove. His words in council reach’d not all our ears: See that he work us not some ill. and foams the frothing sea. Each King or leader whom he found he thus With cheering words encourag’d and restrain’d: ”O gallant friend. threw his robe. And as a trophy to the sons of Troy The Argive Helen leave.” Such were his words. in ignominious flight. O’er the wide sea will take your homeward way. the blue-ey’d Maid approach’d. Thou know’st not yet Atrides’ secret mind: He tries us now. and the Lord of counsel. One King supreme. As when the many-dashing ocean’s wave Breaks on the shore. and man by man Address with words persuasive. The others all were settled in their seats: 24 . and hear what others say. embarking thus On your swift ships.” She said. and may reprove us soon. nor permit To launch their well-trimm’d vessels on the deep. on whose account Far from their homes so many valiant Greeks Have cast their lives away? Go quickly thou Among the multitude. Thy betters far: for thou art good for nought. Ulysses. And to Eurybates of Ithaca. as through the ranks he pass’d: They from the vessels and the tents again Throng’d to th’ Assembly. pass’d With rapid step amid the ships of Greece. Like meaner men. but thyself Sit quiet. Straight. From whom proceeds all honour. he cast aside. the heav’nly voice Ulysses knew. and by him Arm’d with his royal staff ancestral. springing to the course. let one be Lord.” But of the common herd whome’er he found Clam’ring.His heart was filled. His herald and attendant. Then to Atrides hasten’d. and the common herd restrain. All are not sovereigns here: ill fares the state Where many masters rule. with such rush of sound. he check’d with staff and threat’ning words: ”Good friend. sage in council. loves him well. to panic. to whom wise Saturn’s son In token of his sov’reign power hath giv’n The sceptre’s sway and ministry of law. keep still. ’tis not for thee to yield. And thus address’d him: ”Great Laertes’ son. for fierce His anger. Of small account in council or in fight. the men of Greece.

Thersites. How these affairs may end. we may return. sure. Kept for thyself apart? a leader. and buried in his breast His narrow head. his superior far. with scornful glance. And spoke. [1] With scurril words. to rate the chiefs. this insult were thy last. and set apart for thee. Ill it beseems. We Greeks. leader of the host. Of which he had good store. Restrain thy tongue. Ye slaves! ye coward souls! Women of Greece! I will not call you men! why go we not Home with our ships. King of men. Not over-seemly. Foul scorn hath cast. at Agamemnon’s self he launch’d His loud-tongued ribaldry. Anon. and robb’d him of his prize. Against Achilles and Ulysses most His hate was turn’d. and one distorted foot. The ugliest man was he who came to Troy: With squinting eyes. and leave this mighty chief To gloat upon his treasures. whom. or no. or by some other Greek? Or some new girl. Is not intemperate. and in those tents Many fair women. ’gainst him he knew Incensed the public mind. Else. Atreus’ son. in stern rebuke: ”Thou babbling fool.” On Agamemnon. and find out Whether in truth he need our aid. With words like these Thersites pour’d his hate. the ransom of his son Captur’d by me. that such an one as thou Should lift thy voice against the Kings. His shoulders round. the meanest far Of all that with the Atridae came to Troy.Only Thersites. we know not yet. But straight Ulysses at his side appear’d. nor singly thus presume The Kings to slander. thou Shouldst not to evil lead the sons of Greece. Cease then against Atrides. thou son of Atreus. and bawling loud. but mild of mood. to gratify thy lust. with scanty growth of hair. would’st thou have? Thy tents are full of brass. prompt of speech. Choose first of all. and prate of home. and rail With scurril ribaldry. whene’er some wealthy town we take. brawl’d aloud. Who on Achilles. or well or ill. he thus address’d the King: ”What more. on them his venom pour’d. but wherewith he thought To move the crowd to laughter. 25 . with unmeasur’d words. Or dost thou thirst for gold. from all the spoil. Which for himself he keeps? Achilles. which here perchance Some Trojan brings. Nor how. thou.

” Thus spoke the gen’ral voice: but. Throughout the world will foul reproach be cast. And one to other said. like helpless widows. and will make it good. Ulysses rose. foremost in the fight. his well-found bark be stay’d. Ere our return. staff in hand. Minerva by his side. But this I tell thee. laugh’d aloud. for that the valiant Greeks To him. despite thy railing. on thy name. as now. With horrible grimace. Then may these shoulders cease this head to bear. appear’d A bloody weal: Thersites quail’d. and wip’d away. Wise in the council. Might hear his words. ”Good faith. and down. and ponder his advice. O King. The seaman murmurs. or like babes. If e’er I find thee play the fool. In likeness of a herald.To pour thy spite. Ev’n for one month. of all The many works Ulysses well hath done. But us the ninth revolving year beholds Still ling’ring here: I cannot therefore blame Our valiant Greeks. bade the crowd Keep silence. Toss’d by the wint’ry blasts and stormy sea. Methinks his headstrong spirit will not soon Lead him again to vilify the Kings. the wretch Shrank from the blow. upon Thersites’ neck And back came down his heavy staff. if from wife and home.” Thus as he spoke. nor make good The vow they took to thee. he sat. if I strip not off Thy mantle and thy garments. when hitherward We sailed from Argos’ grassy plains. They mourn their cruel fate. and pine for home. Where struck the golden-studded staff. if by the ships I hear Their murmurs. despite their anger. than when now He makes this scurril babbler hold his peace. aye. If Greeks forget their promise. as of right An ample portion of the spoils assign. the trickling tears. from first to last. He ne’er hath done a better. He thus with prudent phrase his speech began: ”Great son of Atreus. ’Tis hard indeed defeated to return. The Greeks. and flog thee to the ships Howling. the well-built walls of Troy. and scourg’d with ignominious stripes. But now. and scalding tears let fall. expose Thy nakedness. to raze. yet ’twere surely worst of all 26 . that the Greeks. And may my son Telemachus no more Own me his father. Quiv’ring with pain.

Like babes to whom unknown are feats of arms.Long to remain. our warriors’ plans matur’d. The snake devour’d. Here then. Of aspect fearful. Gerenian Nestor next took up the word: ”Like children. with faultless hecatombs. And we. and can yourselves Bear witness. Our plighted oaths? Go. Where then are now our solemn covenants. and loudly cheer’d the Greeks–and loud From all the hollow ships came back the cheers– In admiration of Ulysses’ speech. beneath the leaves Cow’ring. Turn’d him to stone. the deep-designing Saturn’s son. Eight nestlings. Then. Grecian warriors. Not long ago. Late sent. we stood. on the topmost bough. Lamenting o’er her offspring. took up his speech: ’Ye long-haired sons of Greece. For this ye all have seen. are we condemn’d To wage a fruitless war. Bear up. and the parent bird the ninth: So. Uncoiling.” He said. 27 . Calchas. a miracle was wrought: For Jove. let all remain. but in the tenth The wide-built city shall at last be ours. and see If Calchas truly prophesy. when the sparrow’s nestlings and herself The snake had swallowed. issuing from beneath The altars. or no. why stand ye thus In mute amaze? to us Olympian Jove. ye debate. Till Priam’s wealthy city be our own. utt’ring piercing cries. and bootless to return. round and round. Behold a wonder! by Olympian Jove Sent forth to light. vouchsafes this sign. cast we to the fire Our councils held. my friends. who first Sent him to light. and now the time is come. by the God. all who yet are spar’d by fate. for so many years. But when this prodigy befell our rites. ye well-greav’d Greeks. when ships of Greece were met At Aulis. to the Gods Our altars rear’d. a sparrow’s callow nestlings lay. To whom be endless praise. There. charg’d with evil freight for Troy. Eight fledglings. and the parent bird the ninth. of late fulfilment: as ye saw The snake devour the sparrow and her young. caught her. and as the mother flew. a snake. and wond’ring gaz’d.’ Thus he foretold. All the eight nestlings. shrieking. with burnish’d scales. by the wing. around a fountain. glided to the plane-tree straight. where bright water flow’d. inspir’d of Heaven. Near a fair plane-tree. remain awhile.

and our hand-plight giv’n. or no. and if thou fail. ere we prove if Jove indeed Will falsify his promis’d word. before the rest To meet the doom of death! But thou. of chiefs and troops alike. with auspicious sign Assur’d us of his favour. Atrides. if such an one there be. and would to Jove To Pallas. for on their own behoof They all shall fight. by tribes and clans. The son of Saturn. Tak’n and destroy’d by our victorious hands. on our right His lightning flashing. that on the day when first We Grecians hitherward our course address’d. But now on me hath aegis-bearing Jove. O King! Be well advis’d thyself. retribution pay For wrongs by us. fruitless toil impos’d. and I. delay were none.Our absolute pledges. O Agamemnon! range thy troops. for the words I speak Are not to be despis’d. and others lead By wholesome counsel. and Greeks thy words obey. Who hold their separate counsel–(not on them Depends the issue!)–rather than return To Argos. and Apollo. let him take His well-rigg’d bark. None can compare with thee. alas! the strife began: Could we be friends again. for the stubborn fight Array the Greeks. and how long soe’er We here remain. But whoso longs. at my side I had but ten such counsellors as thee! Then soon should royal Priam’s city fall. If thus thou do. and go. shalt know Whether thy failure be of Heav’n’s decree. and clan to clan. as is thy wont. To make his homeward voyage. since thus in vain In words we wrangle. Then shalt thou see. For well I ween. that so Tribe may to tribe give aid. and let perdition seize Those few. sustain’d. In which our trust was placed. of the sons of Greece. Achilles and myself Engag’d. ere Trojan wives Given to our warriors. Or man’s default and ignorance of war. for in wordy war About a girl. 28 . those two or three among the host. The good and bad. let not then The thoughts of home be breath’d.” To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: ”Father. And hurtful quarrels. in Helen’s cause. thou. solution none we find. maintain Unchang’d thy counsel. Th’ o’er-ruling son of Saturn. To Troy the messengers of blood and death. in council.

the King Idomeneus. how short soe’er. and by their tents The fires they lighted. With sweat shall reek upon each warrior’s breast The leathern belt beneath the cov’ring shield. Each look his chariot o’er. Knowing what cares upon his brother press’d. A sturdy ox. I may the haughty walls of Priam’s house Lay prostrate in the dust. Nestor the first. Each to his fiery steeds their forage give. but his toils increas’d. that in the coming fight He might escape the bitter doom of death. shall be Till night shall bid the storm of battle cease. and Tydeus’ son.” Thus he. ere we wage the fight. prostrate. But uninvited Menelaus came. Dashes against a prominent crag. while around his corpse Many brave comrades. Jove. Driv’n by the south wind on some lofty beach. and on his head The salt cake sprinkled. Each sharpen well his spear. and to the banquet call’d The aged chiefs and councillors of Greece. for him ’Twere hard to’scape the vultures and the dogs. For respite none. and from th’ applauding ranks of Greece Rose a loud sound. that through the day We may unwearied stem the tide of war. then amid them all The monarch Agamemnon pray’d aloud: ”Most great. most glorious Jove! who dwell’st on high. well-fatten’d. Uprising then. and the meal prepar’d. grant Thou that ere This sun shall set. of Ilium’s final doom. as when the ocean wave. And each to some one of the Immortal Gods His off’ring made. Ulysses sixth. The two Ajaces next. 29 . Atrides slew. Receiv’d his off’rings. but whomsoe’er I find Loit’ring beside the beaked ships. bite the dust. and night o’erspread the earth. expos’d To blasts from every storm that roars around. and strip from Hector’s breast His sword-rent tunic. And hands shall ache that wield the pond’rous spear: With sweat shall reek the fiery steeds that draw Each warrior’s car. and through the camp dispers’d They took their sev’ral ways. But to the o’erruling son of Saturn. and burn with fire His lofty gates. as Jove in council sage. In clouds and darkness veil’d. five years old. But now to breakfast. but Saturn’s son his pray’r denied.” He said.How short soe’er. Around the ox they stood. his shield prepare.

The Heav’n-born Kings.Their pray’rs concluded. ply their wings. then settle down 30 . and fix’d in every breast The firm resolve to wage unwearied war. While. Obedient to his counsel. do thou forthwith Bid that the heralds proclamation make. All gold. And dearer to their hearts than thoughts of home Or wish’d return. King of men. and the feast prepar’d. they drew him back. on mountain tops. Exciting all. each one a hundred oxen’s price. The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. By time untouch’d. and Agamemnon. and in double layers O’erspreading them with fat. encircling Atreus’ son. With this the Goddess pass’d along the ranks. afar is seen The glaring light. now there. and the salt cake strewed Upon the victim’s head. First to be tasted. Beside Cayster’s stream. And summon through the camp the brass-clad Greeks. Their labours ended. as they mov’d. and stimulate their warlike zeal. nor lacked there aught. the inward parts They tasted first. the rest upon the spits Roasted with care. As when a wasting fire. above them plac’d The due meat-off’rings. or geese. through the wide-spread ranks We pass. Great Atreus’ son. and the inward parts. Hath seized the blazing woods. in a body. They shared the social meal. on Asian mead. no longer let us pause. The thighs consum’d with fire.” He said. The work delaying which the pow’rs of Heav’n Have trusted to our hands. and flay’d. gave command That to the war the clear-voic’d heralds call The long-hair’d Greeks: they gave the word. so. rare works of art. became the battle-field. King of men. And slew. blue-ey’d Maid. As when a num’rous flock of birds. now here. to Heav’n Flash’d the bright glitter of their burnish’d arms. and from the fire withdrew. The troops inspected: Pallas. o’er the fire they held. and straight From ev’ry quarter throng’d the eager crowd. Or cranes. then cutting from the thighs The choicest pieces. or long-neck’d swans. Before the chiefs her glorious aegis bore. Gerenian Nestor thus his speech began: ”Most mighty Agamemnon. immortal: all around A hundred tassels hung. Disporting. these they burnt with logs Of leafless timber.

who came to Troy. Scoenus. and Mycalessus’ wide-spread plains: And who in Harma and Eilesium dwelt. Atreus’ godlike son. So to Scamander’s plain. Should I succeed. and on Aulis’ rocky coast.With clam’rous noise. and in Eleon. Unnumber’d as the vernal leaves and flow’rs. and Peteon. and the highland range Of Eteonus. Boeotia’s troops by Peneleus were led. Upon Scamander’s flow’ry mead they stood. when their flocks Are mingled in the pasture. Say now. And Leitus. Thisbe’s dove-frequented woods. proudly eminent. and heart of brass. In Copae. and in Medeon’s well-built fort. with Neptune’s ample chest. The chiefs. So. by Jove’s will. array’d For Troy’s destruction. and ye Were present. That round the cattle-sheds in spring-tide pour. from tents and ships. The progeny of aegis-bearing Jove. and nothing know). portion out Their sev’ral charges. unless. Arcesilas and Clonius: they who dwelt In Hyria. the counterpart Of Jove. and Prothoenor bold. while in the midst The mighty monarch Agamemnon mov’d: His eye. And as experienced goat-herds. ’Mid many heroes. so the chiefs array’d Their squadrons for the fight. and know all things: we ourselves But hear from Rumour’s voice. in his girth Another Mars. that all the mead resounds. the firm earth groan’d Beneath the tramp of steeds and armed men. Graia. Or as the multitudinous swarms of flies. ye Nine. While the warm milk is frothing in the pail: So numberless upon the plain. the Lord of thunder. and Scolus. And in Erythrae. As ’mid the thronging heifers in a herd Stands. Pour’d forth the countless tribes. stood eminent that day. and Ocalea. Olympian maids. But should I seek the multitude to name. Hyle. Eutresis. the lordly bull. Ye should their names record. Muses (for ye are Goddesses. ten mouths to speak. and lofty brow. I now rehearse. stood the long-hair’d Greeks. Voice inexhaustible. who on Olympus dwell. and all the ships. Who were the chiefs and mighty Lords of Greece. in Thespeia’s vale. Not if ten tongues were mine. 31 .

Till in the upper chamber. by Cephisus’ springs. two sons of Mars obey’d. And who in viny-cluster’d Arne dwelt. and in Panope. Of Locrians follow’d forty dark-ribb’d ships. With these came fifty vessels. and Scarpha. these were they Who dwelt in Cyparissus. by Boagrius’ stream. Oileus’ son. and in Minyas’ realm Orehomenus. Ajax. and the lovely site Of Nissa. Who from Euboea and from Chalcis came. and the grassy meads Of Haliartus. and Plataea’s plain. the Locrians led. Neptune’s sacred grove. Tarpha. a maiden pure. These were the leaders of the Phocian bands. and the rock Of Python. and Thronium. and Augaea fair. Opus. Swift-footed. In Actor’s house. and Calliarus. Ascalaphus. Of stature low. and the foot of Lower Thebes. Bessa. In Glissa. Or who in vine-clad Histiaea dwelt. And by Cephisus’ sacred waters dwelt. Breathing firm courage high. where she slept. th’ Abantian host. Were led the Phocian forces. and Cerinthus maritime. And in Mideia. 32 . Eretria. And who the lofty fort of Dium held. Or in Lilaea. And on Boeotia’s left their camp was pitch’d. By Schedius and Epistrophus. In their command came forty dark-ribb’d ships. And who in Daulis. Stout Mars by stealth her virgin bed assail’d: Of these came thirty ships in order due. and Anthedon’s utmost bounds. Him from beyond Euboea’s sacred isle. 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. born Of fair Astyoche. Boeotia’s noblest flow’r. the sons Of great Iphitus. And in Anchestus. less than Ajax Telamon. And in Carystus and in Styra dwelt: These Elephenor led.And Coronca. Anemorea and IIyampolis. true plant of Mars. the son of Azeus. and in each Were six score youths. Who in Aspledon dwelt. son of Naubolus. and on Crissa’s lovely plain. and bold Ialmenus.

And they beside th’ Athenian troops were rang’d. Peteus’ son. and Sthenelus. O’er all of these the valiant Diomed Held rule. And Hyperesia. there with blood Of bulls and lambs. Nestor alone Perchance might rival him. Him. 33 . In their command came eighty dark-ribb’d ships. all conspicuous with their long black hair. And from Troezene and Eione. to drive the ashen spear. And vine-clad Epidaurus. In order due of battle to array Chariots and buckler’d men. by Pallas rear’d. and divine Araethure. Who in Mycenae’s well-built fortress dwelt. Son of Mecistheus. deep-bosom’d in the bay. his elder far. And wealthy Corinth. And he himself. Of these a hundred ships obey’d the rule Of mighty Agamemnon. and AEgina’s isle. A godlike warrior came. The youths of Athens do him sacrifice. at each revolving year. the brave Abantian chief. The bold Abantians follow’d: spearmen skill’d. and the youths Who dwelt in Mases. The noble-soul’d Erectheus’ heritage. Talaus’ royal son. And Gonoessa’s promontory steep. Atreus’ son. With him might none of mortal men compare. Twelve ships from Salamis with Ajax came. These by Menestheus. In his command came fifty dark-ribb’d ships. th’ illustrious son Of far-fam’d Capaneus. The largest and the bravest host was his. Daughter of Jove. in dazzling armour clad. and Pellene’s rock. who him in Athens plac’d In her own wealthy temple. with these. and from Hermione. and wide-spread Helice. Supreme o’er all was valiant Diomed. And Asine.Chalcodon’s son. Held in firm grasp. In his command came forty dark-ribb’d ships. the third. Who through the foemen’s breastplates knew full well. and the well-wall’d town Of Tyrins came. Those who in Athens’ well-built city dwelt. And Sicyon. Child of the fertile soil. and Cleone fair. were led. Orneia. Euryalus. where Adrastus reign’d of old. Those who from Argos. and the scatter’d towns that he Along the beach. In AEgium.

and lofty OEpus’ well-built fort. in each a num’rous crew Of stout Arcadian youths. The Muses. and AEgaea’s lovely vale. Ev’n though the daughters of Olympian Jove. a warrior race. King of men. In fourscore ships and ten in order due. With sixty ships. And Thyrum. to war inur’d. by the ford of Alpheus’ stream. The men of Pheneus and Orchomenus In flocks abounding. over-bold. Were giv’n by Agamemnon. Or Tegea held. They who in Pylos and Arene dwelt. and th’ extremest bounds 34 . Inspiring others. Went forth exulting in his high estate. he. for th’ Arcadian youth Had ne’er to maritime pursuits been train’d. and chief of chiefs. Boasted himself pre-eminent in song. from the royal house Of Eurytus he came. who in Ripa dwelt. and Enispe’s breezy height. Helos. and the realm that lies Beneath Cyllene’s mountain high. Those who in Lacedaemon’s lowland plains. In sixty ships. Bryseia. The son of Atreus. The ships. His valiant brother Menelaus led. Who in Buprasium and in Elis dwelt. And who on Messa’s dove-frequented cliffs. Their chief. Lord of the largest host. and Dorium. Pteleon. And put to silence Thracian Thamyris. In Stratia. these were led By Agapenor brave. were his rivals: they in wrath Him of his sight at once and powr’r of song Amerc’d. where the Muses met. And who in Sparta and in Phare dwelt. In Cyparissus and Amphigene. They of Arcadia. and sweet Mantinea. but ranged apart they lay. OEtylus and Laas dwelt. These by Gerenian Nestor all were led.O’er all the heroes proudly eminent. around The tomb of AEpytus. Far as Hyrmine. and bade his hand forget the lyre. As from OEchalia. himself in martial ardour bold. And in Amyclae. fill’d with fierce desire The rape of Helen and his wrongs to avenge. Stymphalus and Parrhasia. wherewith they crossed the dark-blue sea. Anchaeus’ son. and the sea-bathed fort Of Helos.

Diores bold. Cteatus the one. the godlike son Of Augeas’ royal heir. In battle terrible as blood-stain’d Mars. The coast of Elis. and Zacynthus. the son of Hercules. and Meriones. and the rest Whom Crete from all her hundred cities sent: These all Idomeneus. and Lycastus’ white-stone cliffs. which face. Thoas. The King Idomeneus the Cretans led. In Lindus. These in twelve ships. Next Amarynceus’ son. in council sage as Jove. Ulysses led. and the sacred isles. Chalcis-by-sea. Olenus. a spearman skill’d. and Phaestus. and leafy Neritus. From Pleuron. In his command came forty dark-ribb’d ships. who tripartite Were settled. These by four chiefs were led. and to Dulichium come: In his command were forty dark-ribb’d ships. Andraemon’s son. Tlepolemus. Sons of two brothers. Valiant and tall. Their King. And Crocyleium. and Pylone. The other Eurytus. Those who from warlike Cephalonia came. from o’er the sea. The son of Phyleus. By bold Epeians mann’d. They of Dulichium. And Ithaca. From Cnossus. In their command came fourscore dark-ribb’d ships. 35 . By gallant Rhodians mann’d. and all the realm that lies Between Aleisium and the Olenian rock. both were dead: Whence all AEtolia’s rule on him was laid. who. commanded. and rocky Calydon: The race of OEneus was no more. Rhytium. Agasthenes. The fourth Polyxenus. each chief obey’d.Of Myrsinus. nine vessels brought from Rhodes. with scarlet-painted bows. to Actor born. And fair-hair’d Meleager. and the coast Of the mainland with its opposing isles. and Cameirus’ white-stone hills. Lyctus. himself. rugged AEgilips. were by Meges led. Amphimachus and Thalpius were the first. th’ AEtolians led. And Samos. and Gortyna’s well-wall’d town. in arms Valiant as Mars. Miletus. with his sire at feud. and in Ialyssus dwelt. and ten swift ships. Had left his home. Th’ Echinades. dear to Jove.

When many a goodly town his arms had raz’d. Nireus three well-trimm’d ships from Syme brought. and in Alope. and Carpathus. his followers. his father’s uncle slew. of these. and Mynes and Epistrophus Struck down. Two sons of Thessalus. and in Hellas fam’d For women fair. Nireus. by Selles’ stream. Long wand’rings past. Achilles was the chief. Achaians. the swift of foot. by their tribes. 36 . Those in the flow’ry plain of Pyrrhasus. then in haste a fleet he built. known. Tlepolemus. Muster’d a num’rous host. And in the Casian and Calydnian Isles. and so divided. Who in Nisyrus dwelt. save Peleus’ matchless son: But scant his fame. And Cos. But from the battle-strife these all abstain’d. and Antiphus. To Rhodes he came. Since none there was to marshal their array. Next those who in Pelasgian Argos dwelt. but soon again to appear. Rear’d in the royal house. the King of Gods and men. Belov’d of Jove. In fifty ships. A warrior once. He held aloof. The threaten’d vengeance of the other sons And grandsons of the might of Hercules. For Peleus’ godlike son. Was brought from Ephyra. Lay idly in his tent. In early youth. Who show’r’d upon them boundless store of wealth. the loss resenting Of Brises’ fair-hair’d daughter. and toils and perils borne. Who to the might of Hercules was born Of fair Astyoche. With them came thirty ships in order due. Hellenes. Three districts form’d. Alcides’ son. and few the troops he led. for her in wrath. Lycimnius. his captive she. and Phthia. prize of all his warlike toil. Who came to Troy. Were by Phidippus led. bold warriors both. Nireus. And who in Alos.These all renown’d Tlepolemus obey’d. Evenus’ sons. Trachys. by various names. but now in life’s decline. dwelt. the goodliest man of all the Greeks. When he Lyrnessus and the walls of Thebes O’erthrew. whom himself Had chosen. Selepius’ royal heir. Myrmidons. by sea. and fled. to Charops whom Aglaia bore. the fortress of Eurypylus.

Who in OEchalia. Euaemon’s gallant son. the post of high command Podarces claim’d of right. by the sea. These led Protesilaus. In Tricca. And half-built house. But he. nor equal in renown. These in eleven ships Eumelus led. who dwelt. of these was chief Eurypylus. On Lemnos’ sacred isle. Sev’n ships were theirs. Who in Ormenium and Asterium dwelt. Younger in years. in Phylace. 37 . In Antron. their ranks array’d. and Iolcos’ well-built fort. fairest of her race. While yet he liv’d. Iphiclus’ son. Eurytus’ domain. Though much they mourn’d their valiant leader slain. Medon. skilful archers all. springing to the shore. These Philoctetes. now laid beneath the sod. ere Greeks Of royal Philoctetes felt their need. true plant of Mars. Two skilful leeches. and who dwelt in Glaphyrae. their chief. the rich Phylacides. In Meliboea and Olizon’s rock. famed in arms. The brother of Protesilaus he. and on the heights Of Titanum’s white peaks. Not leaderless: Oileus’ bastard son. was lying. Yet of a chief no want the forces felt. AEsculapius’ sons. By Hypereia’s fount. beside the lake Boebeis. and. Yet were his troops. and in rough Ithome dwelt. and in Pteleon’s grass-clad meads. led. Those who from Pherae came. a Dardan warrior slew. skilful archer. their leader though they mourn’d. In Phylace were left his weeping wife. In his command came forty dark-ribb’d ships. Nor were his troops. In Iton. Divine Alcestis to Admetus bore. In Boebe. there left perforce In torture from a venomous serpent’s wound: There he in anguish lay: nor long. First of the Greeks. In his command came forty dark-ribb’d ships. and ev’ry ship was mann’d By fifty rowers. rack’d with pain. him.To Ceres dear. their leader though they mourn’d. Of these came thirty ships in order due. Left leaderless. of Rhene born. Whom Pelias’ daughter. Who in Methone and Thaumacia dwelt. These Podalirius and Machaon led. rich in flocks.

Ortha. But on the surface floats like oil. who claim’d the highest praise. and the steeds that bore The matchless son of Peleus. And feats of archery. Yet mingles not with Peneus’ silver waves. Alike in height. with him to Troy there came A scion true of Mars. 38 . and the white-wall’d town Of Oloosson. A warrior bold. none might vie: But ’mid his beaked ocean-going ships He lay. Hippodamia fair Him to Pirithous bore. and from Pelion’s heights For refuge ’mid the rude AEthices drove. Horses and men. Caeneus’ son. The mightiest far was Ajax Telamon. as measur’d o’er the back. Of men. in age and colour match’d. of these. who to Peneus pours The tribute of his clearly-flowing stream. Nor he alone. Atreus’ son. Both mares.Who in Argissa and Gyrtona dwelt. Elone. Leonteus. Polypoetes led. For with Achilles. And the Peraebians’ warlike tribes. his source From Styx deriving. Magnesia’s troops. while his troops upon the beach With quoits and jav’lins whil’d away the day. Swift-footed Prothous led. In their command came forty dark-ribb’d ships. the bravest and the noblest far Were those Eumelus drove. Or till’d the soil upon the lovely banks Of Titaresius. Tenthredon’s son. Of steeds. Son of Pirithous. who dwelt by Peneus’ stream. who with th’ Atridae came. These were the leaders and the chiefs of Greece: Say. by Phoebus of the silver bow Rear’d in Pieria. he the Enienes led. thunderbolts of war. Or beneath Pelion’s leafy-quiv’ring shades. with Agamemnon. and those Who dwelt around Dodona’s wintry heights. what time he slew The shaggy Centaurs. while yet Achilles held his wrath. in whose awful name Both Gods and men by holiest oaths are bound. Indignant. progeny of Jove. With two and twenty vessels Gouneus came From Cythus. Admetus’ son: Both swift as birds. their steeds the while The lotus-grass and marsh-grown parsley cropp’d. Muse. In his command came forty dark-ribb’d ships. heir Of nobly-born Coronus.

So mighty and so vast. the voice Assuming of Polites. in solemn conclave met. Such was the host. the earth beneath them groan’d: As when the Lord of thunder. With direful tidings storm-swift Iris came. The gates were open’d wide. muster’d there The Trojans and Allies their troops array’d. and loud the tumult rose. inly pining for their godlike chief. ’tis said. Against the city o’er the plain they come. They. I ne’er beheld: In number as the leaves.” She said. forth pour’d the crowd. Men call it Batiaea. but the Gods The tomb of swift Myrinna. Before the city stands a lofty mound. like devouring fire. groan’d beneath their feet The earth. The Trojan scout. which. So at their coming. so still thou lov’st The strife of words. as quickly o’er the plain they spread. Hector. Was posted on the summit of the mound Of ancient AEsuetes. 39 . for to thee I chiefly speak. The son of Priam. Then. At Priam’s gate. thou know’st how various our allies. dissolv’d the council. the well-wrought cars Lay all unheeded in the warriors’ tents. and. buried deep. Of diff’rent nations and discordant tongues: Let each then those command o’er whom he reigns. And his own countrymen in arms array. or as the sand.Each standing near their car. His voice assuming. Priam’s son. trusting to his speed. there to watch Till from their ships the Grecian troops should march. in his wrath. The earth’s foundations shakes. Both foot and horse. Where. but fearful war is nigh. and Hector knew the voice divine. by open space enclos’d. sent down by aegis-bearing Jove. To Troy. thus the Goddess spoke: ”Old man. And all. young and old: Swift Iris stood amidst them. Roam’d listless up and down. The mighty Hector of the glancing helm. but such a force as this. This do. in Arimi. Typhoeus lies. Full many a host in line of battle rang’d My eyes have seen. Were gather’d all the Trojans. In the mid plain. led the Trojan host: The largest and the bravest band were they. nor join’d the fray. flew to arms. O’erspread the land. who. as erst in peace.

A Goddess yielding to a mortal’s love: With him. borne by fiery steeds Of matchless size and strength. Of Trojan race. of heroes chief. Who dwell in rich Larissa’s fertile soil. Ceus’ highborn son. Hippothous and Pylaeus. Acamas and Peirous brave. AEneas. Anchises’ valiant son. Who in Zeleia dwelt. The hairy strength of great Pylaemenes The Paphlagonians led from Eneti (Whence first appear’d the stubborn race of mules). Lethus’ sons. Son of Troezenus. Those who from Practium and Percote came. but they. And who in Sestos and Abydos dwelt. Who in Cytorus and in Sesamum. his caution scorn’d. Adrastus and Amphius led. The son of Teutamus. these were led By Pandarus. Doom’d to impending death. and the lofty hill Tereian came. him. with linen corslets girt. who came From fair Arisba. Archilochus And Acamas. those Asius led. Asius the son of Hyrtacus. Who from Adraste.Bold spearmen all. Lycaon’s noble son. and Apaesus’ realm. who follow’d him in arms. The Thracians. Immortal Venus to Anchises bore. The spear-skill’d Cicones Euphemus led. led The Dardans. at Ida’s foot. by fast-flowing Hellespont Encompass’d. well skill’d in war. The son of Hyrtacus. Axius. From Pityeia. a wealthy tribe. Pelasgian chief. Antenor’s gallant sons. 40 . deeply vers’d Was he in prophecy. From distant Amydon Pyraecmes brought The Paeon archers from broad Axius’ banks. from Selles’ stream. who drank Of dark AEsepus’ waters. Taught by Apollo’s self to draw the bow. Hippothous led the bold Pelasgian tribes. and from the war Would fain have kept his sons. ’mid Ida’s jutting peaks. two sons Of Merops of Percote. by fate. And in Arisba fair. the brightest stream on earth that flows.

Chromis the Mysians led. These came with Nastes and Amphimacus. observing the Grecian leaders on the plain below. In charge of Nastes came the Carian troops. with Phorcys join’d. Where many another Trojan felt his arm. Beside the banks of Xanthus’ eddying stream. and AEgialus. yet nought avail’d His gold to save him from the doom of death. and valiant Glaucus led The Lycian bands. Who dwelt around the foot of Tmolus’ hill. A skilful augur. With childish folly to the war he came. She leads her to the walls of Troy. THE DUEL OF MENELAUS AND PARIS. the Alizonian bands. The kings on either part 41 . the wealthy source Of silver ore. Antiphus. from distant Lycia’s shore. And on the lofty Erythinian rock. From Lydia came Pylaemenes’ two sons. Slain by the son of Peleus in the stream. in the stream. who in Miletus dwelt. And in the dense entangled forest shade Of Phthira’s hill.And round Parthenius’ waters had their home. and on the lofty ridge Of Mycale. By Hodius and Epistrophus were brought From distant Alybe. Nomion’s sons. The armies being ready to engage. Who dwelt in Cromne. and Ennomus. And all his wealth Achilles bore away. Of barbarous speech. Born of the lake Gygeian. Iris is sent to call Helen to behold the fight. Sarpedon last. Laden with store of gold. The godlike presence of Ascanius brought The Phrygians. From far Ascania’s lake. dauntless in the standing fight. ARGUMENT. and by Maeander’s stream. these Maeonia’s forces led. Slain by the son of Peleus. Amphimacus and Nastes. a single combat is agreed upon. where Priam sat with his counsellors. to whom Helen gives an account of the chief of them. And Mesthles. between Menelaus and Paris (by the intervention of Hector) for the determination of the war. but his augury From gloomy death to save him nought avail’d.

As when a lion. while o’er the ocean stream They steer their course. and from his car. as when the cranes. as in serried ranks With rapid step they mov’d across the plain. Unscar’d by baying hounds and eager youths: So Menelaus saw with fierce delight The godlike Paris. The duel ensues. So rose the dust-cloud. wherein Paris being overcome.take the solemn oath for the conditions of the combat. And friendly to the nightly thief alone. in his hand He pois’d two brass-tipp’d jav’lins. Flying the wintry storms. as when some trav’ller spies. WHEN by their sev’ral chiefs the troops were rang’d. and defied To mortal combat all the chiefs of Greece. in front of all Advanc’d the godlike Paris. BOOK III. and on the carcase feeds. for he deem’d that now His vengeance was at hand. he leap’d upon the plain. or antler’d stag. The three-and-twentieth day still continues throughout this book. and on their pinions bear Battle and death to the Pygmaean race. In fear of death. as a flight of birds. and brings the lovers together. with quailing heart. on the part of the Grecians. and the performance of the articles. Breathing firm courage. bent on mutual aid. The men of Troy advanc’d. and transported to his apartment. and with exulting spring Strikes down his prey. A panther’s skin across his shoulders flung. But when th’ opposing forces near were met. But when the godlike Paris saw him spring Defiant from the ranks. Arm’d as he was. and sometimes in Troy itself. Agamemnon. She then calls Helen from the walls. 42 . the shepherd’s bane. Or mountain goat. That a stone’s throw the range of vision bounds. send forth on high Their dissonant clamours. As when the south wind o’er the mountain tops Spreads a thick veil of mist. Him when the warlike Menelaus saw With haughty strides advancing from the crowd. Arm’d with his bow and sword. The scene is sometimes in the field before Troy. With noise and clamour. On th’ other side the Greeks in silence mov’d. is snatched away in a cloud by Venus. demands the restoration of Helen. hunger-pinch’d. espies Some mighty beast of chase. Back to his comrades’ shelt’ring crowd he sprang.

to thy sire. But if thou wilt that I should dare the fight. Else for the ills that thou hast wrought the state. Who think thee. How was’t that such as thou could e’er induce A noble band. and in the midst The warlike Menelaus and myself Stand front to front.Coil’d in his path upon the mountain side. thy people. Well may the long-hair’d Greeks triumphant boast. and bearing thence A woman. That in a strong man’s hand. thy flowing hair. with men of other lands Mixing in amity. by marriage ties Bound to a race of warriors. Which Heav’n may give. who fashions out Some naval timber. Or Venus’ gifts of beauty and of grace. and aids the striker’s force. with unbated edge Cleaves the firm wood. nor courage in the fight. for Helen and the spoils 43 . or died at least Unwedded. 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. I needs must own thy censure just. but as an axe. trampled in the dust. So back recoil’d. and his cheek all pale. manhood’s counterfeit! Would thou hadst ne’er been born. cause of endless grief. though in form so fair. Nor without cause. from thine outward show. so ’twere better far for all. but thou hast in truth Nor strength of mind. Yet blame not me for golden Venus’ gifts: The gifts of Heav’n are not to be despis’d. in fear of Atreus’ son. Ere now thy body had in stone been cas’d. The godlike Paris ’mid the Trojan host.” To whom the godlike Paris thus replied: ”Hector. A deadly snake. Ev’n so unwearied is thy warlike soul. But too forbearing are the men of Troy. a chief Among our warriors. His limbs all trembling. To whom in stern rebuke thus Hector spoke: ”Thou wretched Paris. in ocean-going ships To cross the main. thy dauntless courage knows Nor pause nor weariness. contempt to thee! Durst thou the warlike Menelaus meet. but man could not command. Than thus to live a scandal and reproach. Or. Thy state. Thou slave of woman. Bid that the Trojans and the Grecians all Be seated on the ground. Of triumph to thy foes. fair of face. back he recoils in haste.

But in the councils check’d by rev’rend age. let him bear The woman and the spoils in triumph home. ”Hold. replied: ”Hear now my answer. and whoe’er shall prove The better man in conflict. and whoe’er shall prove The better man in conflict. in peace and friendship sworn. depart in peace. for Saturnian Jove: And let the majesty of Priam too Appear. for Helen and the spoils Of war to combat. Argives. stay’d the Trojan ranks.) That none Jove’s oath may dare to violate. While ye.” He said. Prompt to assail with arrows and with stones. and silent stood Expectant. For young men’s spirits are too quickly stirr’d. in this quarrel I May claim the chiefest share. 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. ye Trojans. hold! ye sons of Greece. Bring then two lambs. But loud the monarch Agamemnon’s voice Was heard. the other black. Shall still possess the fertile plains of Troy. and ye well-greav’d Greeks. while in the midst The warlike Menelaus and himself Stand front to front. one white. While we. So let him die! the rest. we on our part Will bring another. the rest.” He said. 44 . let him bear The woman and the spoils in triumph home. And to their native Argos they return. till to both thus Hector spoke: ”Hear now. the rest. Shoot not! for Hector of the glancing helm Hath. The words of Paris. as it seems.” Thus Hector spoke. and Hector joy’d to hear his words: Forth in the midst he stepp’d. firm peace and friendship swear. and with his spear Grasp’d by the middle. himself to consecrate our oaths. (For reckless are his sons. At him the long-haired Grecians bent their bows. He asks through me that all the host of Troy And Grecian warriors shall upon the ground Lay down their glitt’ring arms. And of us two whiche’er is doom’d to death. bold in fight.Of war to combat. at Paris’ hand sustain’d. But Menelaus. For noble steeds and lovely women fam’d. and void of faith. the rest in silence heard. For Tellus and for Sol. some message to impart. cause of all this war. they held their hands.

not unaccompanied. and Ucalegon. Meantime to white-arm’d Helen Iris sped. Panthous. while Paris in the midst And warlike Menelaus. Laodice. stand prepar’d With the long spear for thee to fight. in haste Talthybius sent: He heard. and they themselves Descending doff’d their arms. And stag-ey’d Clymene. and straight the monarch’s voice obey’d. with narrow space between. The valiant Helicaon had to wife. Attending there on aged Priam. In hopes of respite from the weary war. Now silent sit. Beside her Iris stood. of Priam’s daughters all Loveliest of face: she in her chamber found Her whom she sought: a mighty web she wove. sister dear. While Agamemnon to the hollow ships. Her home. They rang’d the cars in ranks. their lances bright Beside them reared. her maidens twain. Roll’d o’er the plain the woful tide of war. Bold Icetaon. and Thymaetes. in Helen’s breast arose Fond recollection of her former Lord. and laid them down Close each by each.” Thus as she spoke. The Elders of the city. and aged Priam call. For with her went fair AEthra. Clytius. whom Antenor’s son. The heav’nly messenger: in form she seem’d Her husband’s sister.Alike are weigh’d the future and the past. and shedding tender tears She issu’d forth. the storm of battle hush’d. o’er her head she threw A snowy veil. impatient for the fight. Pittheus’ child. And Lampus. And for all int’rests due provision made. Two heralds to the city Hector sent To bring the lambs. and Greeks and Trojans gladly heard. Of double woof and brilliant hues. and see the glorious deeds Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks. For her encounter’d at the hand of Mars. and thus she spoke: ”Come. sat. Reclining on their shields. Their lamb to bring. and parents.” He said. thyself The prize of conquest and the victor’s wife. whereon Was interwoven many a toilsome strife Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks. They quickly at the Scaean gate arriv’d. 45 . They who erewhile.

And valiant warrior. mighty monarch. and sitting by my side. And yet. so on Ilium’s tow’rs Sat the sage chiefs and councillors of Troy. ”Oh bless’d Atrides. child of happy fate. godlike King. but my eyes A form so noble never yet beheld. And all the lov’d companions of my youth: That I died not. a King indeed!” To whom in answer. and of Mygdon. ”The valiant Trojans and the well-greav’d Greeks For beauty such as this should long endure The toils of war. heav’nly fair: ”With rev’rence. Who lay encamp’d beside Sangarius’ stream: I too with them was number’d.With sage Antenor. Lost as I am. The woman-warriors. Nor bring on us and on our sons a curse. as to the tow’r she came. my child. Helen they saw. all the bands Of Otreus. despite her beauty. and thy friends (not thee I blame. ruler good. and cried. for goddess-like she seems. 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 to thy question. Nor so august. But to the Gods I owe this woful war). I will tell thee true.” She spoke: th’ old man admiring gaz’d. that on high From topmost boughs of forest tree sends forth His delicate music. Wide-reigning. he moves. By age exempt from war. And ”’tis no marvel. but aged Priam Helen call’d: ”Come here. and darling child. His kindred. friends. And left my husband. Helen. wise in council both: All these were gather’d at the Scaean gate. let her go. Atreus’ son. in the day When met them in the field the Amazons. I call’d him brother once. in my husband’s name. but their forces all 46 . with grief I pine away. Yon chief is Agamemnon. From whence thou canst discern thy former Lord.” Thus they. dearest father.” one to other said. but in discourse Abundant. Tell me the name of yonder mighty chief Among the Greeks a warrior brave and strong: Others in height surpass him. and with shame I look on thee: oh would that I had died That day when hither with thy son I came. as the cricket. and with them.

But he himself is moving through the ranks. But broader-shoulder’d. like a full-fleec’d ram. the staff he bore.” At sight of Ajax next th’ old man enquir’d. when to all Their public speech and argument they fram’d. dear child. In stature less than Atreus’ royal son. nor forward. I lodg’d them in my house. Helen. nor back He wav’d.” Ulysses next the old man saw. who this may be. ”Tell me again. and lov’d them both. No wordy babbler. ”Who is yon other warrior. the prop of Greece.Reach’d not the number of the keen-ey’d Greeks. Seated. and ask’d. that moves Majestic through a flock of snow-white ewes. wasteful of his speech: But when the skill’d Ulysses rose to speak. He held it motionless. and deep device. And by his side Idomeneus of Crete Stands godlike. his eyes Bent on the ground. and of ampler chest. ”Of these thy words I can the truth avouch.” ”O woman. Tow’ring o’er all with head and shoulders broad?” To whom. who only saw Would say that he was mad. Helen. o’er his comrade high With broad-set shoulders Menelaus stood. When both were standing. But when his chest its deep-ton’d voice sent forth. In fluent language Menelaus spoke. circled round by Cretan chiefs. The warlike Menelaus welcom’d him 47 . For hither when on thine account to treat. Ulysses was the nobler form: Then. in the great Assembly.” then the sage Antenor said. As they with Trojans mix’d in social guise. Brave Menelaus and Ulysses came. With down-cast visage would he stand.” To whom Jove’s offspring. yet vers’d In ev’ry stratagem. thus replied: ”The wise Ulysses that. His arms are laid upon the fertile plain. No mortal with Ulysses could compare: Then little reck’d we of his outward show. but like one untaught. or void of sense. yet clear. Inspecting. in answer. though young in years. And studied well the form and mind of each. Laertes’ son: Though bred in rugged Ithaca. In words though few. brave and strong. heav’nly fair: ”Gigantic Ajax that. With words that fell like flakes of wintry snow.

” He said. And genial wine. the old man shuddered at his words: But to his comrades gave command forthwith. And with Antenor by his side. as thus he spoke: ”Son of Laomedon. Meanwhile the heralds through the city bore The treaty off’rings to the Gods. the produce of the soil. In goat-skin flasks: therewith a flagon bright. in ocean-going ships That they have come indeed. 48 . where Paris in the midst And warlike Menelaus stand prepar’d With the long spear for Helen and the spoils Of war to combat. Whom once I knew. and pour’d The hallowing water on the monarchs’ hands. And cups of gold. My own two brethren. ascending. charioteer Unrivalled. fearful of the shame. their native land. But two I miss. Shall still possess the fertile plains of Troy. and they his word obey’d. Idaeus brought. Pollux. Priam. Uprose the sage Ulysses. to the front The heralds brought the off’rings to the Gods. For noble steeds and lovely women fam’d. two captains of the host. Castor. arise! the chiefs Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks Call for thy presence on the battle-plain To swear a truce. the twain Drove through the Scaean gate their flying steeds. gather’d up the reins. the lambs. they mov’d on foot Between the Trojan and the Grecian hosts. and stood Beside the aged King. and my mother’s sons. and now could call by name. But when between th’ opposing ranks they came. Castor and Pollux. In Lacedaemon have they stay’d behind? Or can it be. that whoe’er may prove The better man in fight. may bear away The woman and the spoils in triumph home. but they beneath the teeming earth In Lacedaemon lay. And in the flagon mix’d the wine. To yoke his car. in peace and friendship sworn. the rest. While we. but shun to join The fight of warriors. matchless pugilist. Alighting from the car.Oft in our palace. And deep disgrace that on my name attend?” Thus she. Uprose then Agamemnon. Now all the other keen-ey’d Greeks I see. And to their native Argos they return. when from Crete he came. King of men.

on the earth be pour’d. Be witness ye. across the victims’ throats He drew the pitiless blade. till I the end achieve. unyielding. himself 49 . and to th’ eternal Gods They pray’d. from the flagon drawn. Then here. If Paris be by Menelaus slain. and this our cov’nant guard. is only known To Jove. Will I remain. The rites perform’d. For that mine eyes will not endure the sight Of warlike Menelaus and my son Engag’d in deadly combat. With compensation due to Greece. Most great! most glorious! and thou Sun. who see’st And hearest all things! Rivers! and thou Earth! And ye. Theirs and their children’s. Then with uplifted hands he pray’d aloud: ”O Father Jove! who rul’st from Ida’s height. Then. beside the hilt Of his great sword. Ev’n as this wine we pour. and on the car He plac’d the consecrated lambs. their hearts’ best blood. While in our ships we take our homeward way.” Thus as he spoke. ye Trojans. as was wont.” Thus spoke the godlike King. as the stream of life Pour’d forth. that so A record may to future days remain. but Jove. That whosoe’er this solemn truce shall break. ye heav’nly pow’rs. But. my rights in battle to assert. 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. and on the ground He laid them gasping. And strangers in subjection take their wives!” Thus they.His dagger then the son of Atreus drew. Troy shall surrender Helen and the spoil. and ye well-greav’d Greeks! To Ilium’s breezy heights I now withdraw. which to the chiefs Of Troy and Greece the heralds portion’d out. Let him retain both Helen and the spoil. their vigour by the blade subdued. O Jove! Most great! most glorious! grant. ”Grant. of the two Which may be doom’d to death. Suspended. if Priam and his sons The promis’d compensation shall withhold. heard their pray’r. Paris slain. from out the cups The wine they pour’d. then aged Priam spoke: ”Hear me. If Menelaus fall by Paris’ hand. and to th’ immortal pow’rs of Heav’n. and thus from Trojans and from Greeks Arose the joint petition.

with horsehair plume That nodded. and forth Was cast the lot of Paris. that men in days to come May fear their host to injure. Brass-bladed. and repay 50 . he gather’d up the reins. Trojans and Greeks alike. Then o’er his shoulders fair-hair’d Helen’s Lord. His weapon hurling. and struck Fair in the midst Atrides’ buckler round. Menelaus pray’d: ”Great King. grant that retribution due My arm may bring. where near to each Were rang’d his active steeds. But broke not through. Regarded each: admiring wonder seiz’d The Trojan warriors and the well-greav’d Greeks.Ascending then. His brother. measur’d out. great Hector of the glancing helm. The crowd. th’ allotted space. in the brass-bound helmet cast the lots. silver-studded. then his shield Weighty and strong. With eyes averted. Which of the two the first should throw the spear. and glitt’ring arms. donn’d his armour bright: First on his legs the well-wrought greaves he fix’d. with hands uplifted. Around his shoulders slung. As in the centre of the measur’d ground They stood oppos’d. the twain To Ilium’s walls retrac’d their homeward way. his ample chest A breastplate guarded. on him who wrought me causeless wrong. but which fitted well his form. his hand Grasp’d the firm spear. They. o’er his brow. And with Antenor by his side. and on his firm-set head A helm he wore. to the Gods. fearful. by Lycaon lent. Then Hector. With sage Ulysses join’d. son of Priam. Prepar’d alike the adverse warrior stood. and pois’d their quiv’ring spears. The godlike Paris. then thus to Jove. On Paris. Next. Came forth: and each. his sword he bore. Fasten’d with silver clasps. First Paris threw his weighty spear. address’d their pray’r: ”O Father Jove! who rul’st from Ida’s height. and we. firm peace and lasting friendship swear.” Thus they. familiar to his hold. from the crowd apart their armour donn’d. upon the stubborn targe Was bent the lance’s point. Most great! most glorious! grant that whosoe’er On both our armies hath this turmoil brought May undergo the doom of death. well wrought. on the ground The rest lay down by ranks. with eyes of mutual hate. The rest. shook the casque.

In costly garb. but him.With treach’rous wile his hospitable cares. And endless fame acquir’d. Helen. Right through the buckler pass’d the sturdy spear. child Of Jove. her fav’rite’s peril quickly saw. in his chamber he Expects thee.” 51 . the most unfriendly thou! On Paris’ head I hop’d for all his crimes To wreak my vengeance due. The helmet held. Paris calls thee. rush’d with murd’rous aim On Priam’s son. 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. a mighty blow let fall On Paris’ helm. nor reached my foe. Come. his eager comrades seiz’d. and poising. the Queen of Love (As Gods can only) from the field convey’d. by their champion whirl’d amid The well-greav’d Greeks. Sweet perfumes breathing. Or resting from the dance’s pleasing toil. the warrior’s throat compress’d: Then had Atrides dragg’d him from the field.” Then onward rushing. that. and shunn’d the doom of death. but for the dance prepar’d. And broke the throttling strap of tough bull’s hide. The trophy. gently laid him down. Atrides then his silver-studded sword Rearing on high. on Ilium’s tow’r: Her by her airy robe the Goddess held. And through the gorgeous breastplate. but Paris. by the horsehair plume He seiz’d his foeman’s helm. Address’d her thus: ”Come. infuriate. While he.” He said. and on a couch. with eyes uplift to Heav’n. resting on luxurious couch. The broider’d strap. And in the likeness of an aged dame Who oft for her. her she found. stoop’d. pass’d beneath his beard. Many a fair fleece had wrought. with manly beauty grac’d: Not from the fight of warriors wouldst thou deem He late had come. In the broad hand the empty helm remained. but in my grasp My faithless sword is shatter’d. and within Cut through the linen vest. Wrapt in a misty cloud. hurl’d his weighty spear: Full in the midst it struck the buckler round. and my spear Hath bootless left my hand. and lov’d her well. in Sparta when she dwelt. back Inclining. to thy house. Circled with Trojan dames. Atrides made his moan: ”O Father Jove! Of all the Gods. Then went in search of Helen. but Venus. Then thus to Jove.

with downcast eyes. child of Jove. as both shall wreak on thee. for that Menelaus in the field Hath vanquish’d Paris. ’twixt the Trojans and the Greeks. and is willing yet That I. and address’d her thus: ”Oh why. and trembled Helen. 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. the dames of Troy Will for a byword hold me. and e’en now My soul with endless sorrow is possess’d. his bane.” She said.She said. and Helen’s spirit within her mov’d. ere madly thou presume With fair-hair’d Menelaus to contend! 52 . But when to Paris’ splendid house they came. in a snow-white veil All glitt’ring. her attendants gave Their duteous service. Here art thou found. She gaz’d in wonder. And when she saw the Goddess’ beauteous neck. Be thou ware! I warn thee. there Helen sat. make me thus thy sport? Seek’st thou to bear me far away from hence To some fair Phrygian or Maeonian town. and as I heretofore Have lov’d. A seat the laughter-loving Goddess plac’d By Paris’ side. whom once I call’d My husband! vainly didst thou boast erewhile Thine arm. Her lovely bosom. Thronging around her. And kindle. unnotic’d by the Trojan dames. She rose in silence. great Goddess. thy dauntless courage. poor fool! lest I in wrath Desert thee quite. through the lofty hall With queenly grace the godlike woman pass’d. should to his home return. and her glowing eyes. by the Goddess led She pass’d. shrouded. and challenge to the fight The warlike Menelaus. and thy spear The warlike Menelaus should subdue! Go now again. Such bitter feuds. Yet with sharp words she thus address’d her Lord: ”Back from the battle? would thou there hadst died Beneath a warrior’s arm. so make thee object of my hate. the child Of aegis-bearing Jove. If there some mortal have thy favour gain’d? Or.” To whom in anger heav’nly Venus spoke: ”Incense me not. pause.

The prize of vict’ry: then surrender ye The Argive Helen and the spoils of war.” To whom thus Paris: ”Wring not thus my soul With keen reproaches: now. like a lion baffled. as it does also through the two following. for they all Abhorr’d him as the shade of death: then thus Outspoke great Agamemnon. would any one that knew Have screen’d him from his anger. that so A record may to future days remain. Hath Menelaus conquer’d. Her Lord she follow’d. with Pallas’ aid. and exhorts the leaders. Atrides. who is wounded. and others by reproofs. assenting. rush’d Amid the crowd. In the mean time some of the Trojan troops attack the Greeks. The same day continues through this. Not that. if haply he might find The godlike Paris. Dardans. some by praises. for love. With compensation due to Greece. As now it fills my soul with fond desire. as through the last book. ARGUMENT. AND THE FIRST BATTLE. The Gods deliberate in council concerning the Trojan war: they agree upon the continuation of it.” Thus he. cheer’d his words. the Greeks. But turn we now to love. and love’s delights. and led her to the nuptial couch. but cured by Machaon. Agamemnon is distinguished in all the parts of a good general.” He said. The battle joins. She persuades Pandarus to aim an arrow at Menelaus. THE BREACH OF THE TRUCE.Soon shouldst thou fall beneath his conqu’ring spear. For never did thy beauty so inflame My sense. Nestor is particularly celebrated for his military discipline. King of men: ”Hear me. ye Trojans. and Allies! With warlike Menelaus rests. and great numbers are slain on both sides. ’tis plain. he reviews the troops. but not one of all The Trojans and their brave allies could aid The warlike Menelaus in his search. and almost to the end of the 53 . but my day Will come: I too can boast my guardian Gods. and Jupiter sends down Minerva to break the truce. not when from Lacedaemon first I bore thee in my ocean-going ships. And revell’d in thy love on Cranae’s isle. and while there reclin’d Upon the richly-inlaid couch they lay.

and with thee Minerva. BOOK IV. And Trojans all. in golden cups. And rescues. Pallas indeed Sat silent. Each other pledg’d. Till thou o’erthrow. The scene is wholly in the field before Troy. but Juno’s breast Could not contain her rage. Hebe in the midst Pour’d the sweet nectar. Yet answer’d not a word. but ye two Sitting aloof. when. as now. While laughter-loving Venus. and on Priam’s self. Then Jove. expecting death. still averts his fate. Or the two sides in peace and friendship join. but seated side by side. For me. well-pleased it seems. and Priam’s sons. bring disastrous fate? Do as thou wilt! yet not with our consent. Juno and Pallas glances interchang’d Of ill portent for Troy. lest this in future times ’Twixt me and thee be cause of strife renew’d. Queen of Argos. look on. Of right. But have thy will. but consult we now What may the issue be. shield of warriors. as down they look’d on Troy. if we shall light Again the name of war and discord fierce. And Priam’s offspring. and thus she spoke: ”What words. the Cloud-compeller thus: ”Revengeful! how have Priam and his sons So deeply injur’d thee. a bloody banquet make. though inly wroth with Jove. and. the vict’ry. Let Priam’s city stand.seventh book. Perchance thy fury might at length be stayed.” So spoke the God. if thus your gen’ral voice incline. that thus thou seek’st With unabated anger to pursue. 54 . dread son of Saturn. the strong-built walls of Troy? Couldst thou but force the gates. and Helen back To warlike Menelaus be restor’d. with cutting words and taunting tone. round the board of Jove. at the side Of Paris standing. Began the wrath of Juno to provoke: ”Two Goddesses for Menelaus fight.” To whom. Thou. To stir the people. The Gods were gather’d. and entering in On Priam’s mangled flesh. On golden pavement. they. My weary labour and my horses’ toil. Juno. in wrath. dost thou speak? How wouldst thou render vain. To warlike Menelaus we decree. and void of fruit.

Mourn them I shall. as I do now. but yield. I will not interpose. the abode of mortal men. ”What means 55 . beneath the sun And starry Heaven. and fat of lambs.” She said: the Sire of Gods and men complied. amazement held The Trojan warriors and the well-greav’d Greeks. Like to a meteor. The son of deep-designing Saturn sends. I to thee. My altar still hath at their hands been fed. and the Greeks assail. Consenting. inhabited By men beloved of thee. For with drink-off’rings due. of grave portent To warring armies or sea-faring men. and ponder what I say: If e’er. and so contrive that Trojans first May break the treaty. And thus with winged words to Pallas spoke: ”Go to the battle-field of Greece and Troy In haste. my will should be Some city to destroy. Bright-flashing. and thy wife. And from Olympus’ heights in haste she sped.” To whom the stag-ey’d Juno thus replied: ”Three cities are there.Yet hear my words. For of all cities fair.” His words fresh impulse gave to Pallas’ zeal. None to my soul was dear as sacred Troy. Argos. who o’er all th’ Immortals reign’st supreme. And lighted in the midst. But not resist. Destroy them. Yet should my labours not be fruitless all. that. and the Greeks assail. And thou to me. the other Gods will all By us be rul’d. On Pallas then enjoin That to the battle-field of Greece and Troy She haste. in times to come. as the eldest born Of deep-designing Saturn. scatt’ring fiery sparks around. and Priam’s warrior race. seek not to turn My wrath aside. my blood is thine. But yield we each to other. and the ample streets Of rich Mycenae. and Sparta. work on them thy will. for sovereign is thy will. And Priam’s self. dearest to my heart. Worthy of honour. reluctant see their fall. if thine anger they incur. Thine. but with heart that ill consents. nor hinder thee. The blue-ey’d Goddess darted down to earth. And one to other look’d and said. and so contrive that Trojans first May break the treaty. For I too am a God. Such honour hath to us been ever paid.

Who to mankind dispenses peace and war?” Such was the converse Greeks and Trojans held. amid the Trojan host. when home return’d In safety to Zeleia’s sacred town. And polish’d smooth. at his hand Thou shalt receive rich guerdon. The Archer-King. to pay of firstling lambs An ample hecatomb. Vowing to Phoebus. Pallas meanwhile. fool. prone on the rock he fell. Standing. Lycaon’s son? For durst thou but at Menelaus shoot Thy winged arrow. Strung it anew. And most of all with Paris. True to his aim. by thy shaft Subdued. At once the sinew and the notch he drew. ne’er shot before. Bend then thy bow at Atreus’ glorious son. of noble birth and stalwart form. Search’d here and there. when he hears That warlike Menelaus. And great thy favour with the men of Troy. Well-feather’d. 56 . Or may we hope for gentle peace from Jove. Atreus’ son. Lycia’s guardian God. his spoil Won from a mountain ibex. through the breast had shot. great would be thy fame. lest the sons of Greece Should make their onset ere his shaft could reach The warlike Menelaus. With care a shaft he chose. He bent. With horns of sixteen palms his head was crown’d. The Archer-King. Laodocus. if haply she might find The godlike Pandarus.This sign? Must fearful battle rage again. which himself. and resting on the ground his bow. as from behind a crag He came in sight. She stood beside him. and address’d him thus: ”Wilt thou by me be ruled. Lycaon’s son She found. In ambush lurking. Clad in the likeness of Antenor’s son. when home return’d In safety to Zeleia’s sacred town. And vow’d to Phoebus. Straight he uncas’d his polish’d bow. and.” Thus she. These deftly wrought a skilful workman’s hand. he listen’d to her words. and tipp’d the ends with gold. to pay of firstling lambs An ample hecatomb. His quiver then withdrawing from its case. is laid upon the fun’ral pyre. a spearman stout and brave. his faithful comrades held Their shields before him. encircled by his sturdy band Of bucklered followers from AEsepus’ stream. Lycia’s guardian God. messenger of pangs and death. The stinging arrow fitted to the string.

brushes off a fly. Yet soon or late will Jove assert their claim. The treaty wine outpoured. I wrought thy death when late. and hand-plight given. when the mighty bow Was to a circle strain’d. and turn’d aside The pointed arrow. As Menelaus by the hand he held. Shudder’d the warlike Menelaus’ self. as tow’rd the crowd With deadly speed the eager arrow sprang. And through the coat of mail he wore beneath. By many a valiant horseman coveted. Forth issued from the wound the crimson blood. back his spirit came. yet onward still The arrow drove. And with him groan’d his comrades: ”Brother dear. but not in vain Are solemn cov’nants and the blood of lambs. Wrapt in sweet slumbers. Then deeply groaning. Agamemnon spoke.The sinew to his breast. was thy safety then Uncar’d for of the Gods. The horse adorning. before thee stood. And loud the sinew twang’d. His inmost guard and best defence to check The hostile weapons’ force. Right through the belt of curious workmanship It drove. and ancles. With crimson dye the ivory stains. with thy blood were dy’d. Menelaus. and through the breastplate richly wrought. Nor. turn’d it so aside As when a mother from her infant’s cheek. Wherein men place their trust. on compact sworn. who their plighted faith Have trodden under foot. But when not buried in his flesh he saw The barb and sinew. check’d its force. Pallas. Its course she so directed that it struck Just where the golden clasps the belt restrain’d. and graz’d the hero’s flesh. As in the house it lies. Wounded by Trojans. a monarch’s boast. And where the breastplate. if not at once. And knees. sharp rang the horn. I sent thee forth alone for Greece to fight. And heavy penalties the perjured pay 57 . Menelaus. doubled. As when some Carian or Maeonian maid. designed To be the cheek-piece of a warrior’s steed. and to the bow The iron head. and the horseman’s pride: So. Jove’s daughter first. Great Agamemnon shudder’d as he saw The crimson drops out-welling from the wound. then. then thy graceful thighs. On the close-fitting belt the arrow struck.

So in my inmost soul full well I know The day shall come when this imperial Troy. with thy fall. And bootless home with empty ships hath gone. this shall surely come to pass. 58 . hath receiv’d a wound. To thirsty Argos should I then return By foul disgrace o’erwhelm’d. and Priam’s royal self. The Greeks will mind them of their native land.With their own blood. Menelaus. their children’s. who hath hither led Of Greeks a mighty army. meeting thus thy fate. earth.” He said. And Priam’s race. leaping on the tomb Of noble Menelaus. Machaon. peerless leech. and to the sacred herald call’d: ”Haste thee. chief of Greeks. deep will be my grief. Who dwells in Heav’n. all in vain.’ Thus when men speak.” To whom the fair-hair’d Menelaus thus With. And Saturn’s son himself. to us of grief. Who by an arrow from some practis’d hand. And coat of mail. Shall in one common ruin be o’erthrown. And valiant Menelaus left behind. thus shall say: ’On all his foes may Agamemnon so His wrath accomplish. Trojan or Lycian. and with insulting scorn Some vaunting Trojan. thy bones meanwhile Shall moulder here beneath a foreign soil. If thou shouldst perish. bid him hither haste to see The warlike Menelaus. Talthybius! summon with all speed The son of AEsculapius. But through the brass-clad ranks of Greece he pass’d. cheering words: ”Fear not thyself. for. the doublet next beneath.” He said. But. may thy words be true! The leech shall tend thy wound.” To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: ”Dear Menelaus. nor did the herald not obey. And as a trophy to the sons of Troy The Argive Helen leave. Thy work undone. gape. and their wives’. the work of arm’rer’s hands. high-throned Jove. and hide my shame. 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 spread it o’er With healing ointments to assuage the pain. this treach’rous deed Avenging. shall in their faces flash His aegis dark and dread. A cause of boast to them.

A cause of boast to them. Who follow’d him from Trica’s grassy plains. Together took their way. wounded. In Agamemnon then no trace was seen Of laggard sloth. son of AEsculapius! Atreus’ son. The mighty monarch. their city raz’d. regardless of their oaths. From the close-fitting belt the shaft he drew. by buckler’d warriors bold begirt. Around him in a ring the best of Greece. Have broken truce. and for the fight prepar’d. He stood beside him. And coat of mail. Himself on foot the warrior ranks array’d. while we. stood. and not unmov’d Machaon heard: They thro’ the crowd. And they who first. the sparkling belt He loosen’d. and address’d him thus: ”Up. Were held aloof). Trojan or Lycian. summons thee to see The warlike Menelaus. but when they came Where fair-hair’d Menelaus. and the doublet underneath. valiant friends. For Jove to falsehood ne’er will give his aid. Breaking the pointed barbs. But full of ardour to the field he rush’d. shall with their flesh themselves The vultures feed. and thro’ the wide-spread host.” Thus he. your warlike toil. But when the wound appear’d in sight. and applied with skilful hand The herbs of healing power. when faint with toil His limbs should fail him marshalling his host. While round the valiant Menelaus they Were thus engag’d. to us of grief. With cheering words addressing whom he found With zeal preparing for the battle-field: ”Relax not. Peiraeus’ son. He left his horses and brass-mounted car (The champing horses by Eurymedon.” But whom remiss and shrinking from the war 59 . The son of Ptolemy. the work of arm’rer’s hand. from the clotted blood He cleans’d it. him he found Standing. no shrinking from the fight. but with repeated charge Still to be near at hand. advanc’d the Trojan hosts: They donn’d their arms. Their wives and helpless children bear away. hath receiv’d a wound. Who by an arrow from some practis’d hand. where struck The stinging arrow. And in the midst the godlike chief himself.In search of brave Machaon. chief of Greeks. which Chiron erst In friendly guise upon his sire bestowed.

Though others drink their share. And in the banquet. like mine. sees. Stand all bewildered. What! will ye wait the Trojans’ near approach. and came Where stood th’ Ajaces. Atrides.” He said. Up then to the fight. and thus With accents bland Idomeneus address’d: ”Idomeneus. where the noblest mix The ruddy wine for chiefs alone reserved. beside the hoary deep. the warlike bands of Crete Were arming for the fight. As at the first I promis’d. with joy The monarch Agamemnon saw. Idomeneus. He came where thronging round their skilful chief Idomeneus. about th’ Ajaces stirr’d. it sweeps along O’er the dark ocean’s face. yet by thy side Thy cup. Our goodly ships are drawn. But go. And drives his flock beneath the shelt’ring cave: So thick and dark. nor dare to face the fight. shudd’ring. still new replenished stands To drink at pleasure. and Agamemnon went his way Rejoicing. comrade true. Meriones The rearmost squadrons had in charge. And show thyself the warrior that thou art. By Zephyr’s breath impell’d. Have ye no sense of shame? Why stand ye thus Like timid fawns. Of courage stubborn as the forest boar. 60 . as from afar He gazes.He found. with keen rebuke lie thus assail’d. and stir the other long-haired Greeks To speedy battle. and see if Jove Will o’er you his protecting hand extend?” As thus the King the serried ranks review’d. through the crowd he pass’d. In battle and elsewhere. thou shalt ever find. that in the chase run down. And as a goat-herd from his watch-tow’r crag Beholds a cloud advancing o’er the sea. The foremost ranks array’d. since the Trojans now The truce have broken. in act to arm. your country’s foul reproach. above all other Greeks. Amid a cloud of infantry he found. he. and defeat and death Must wait on those who have their oaths forsworn. spiritless and tame? So stand ye now. and with it brings A hurricane of rain. Where on the beach. black as pitch. Idomeneus: ”In me. them. ”Ye wretched Greeks. I honour thee.” To whom the Cretan King.

Well pleas’d. Then soon should Priam’s lofty city fall. to you. he found The troops arraying. bristling close with spear and shield. nor alone Retire. the smooth-tongu’d Pylian chief. his people’s sure defence. In skill or valour over-confident. Alastor. that such mind As is in you. in elder days Were lofty walls and fenced towns destroy’d. To Pallas and Apollo. but the Gods 61 . old man. The leaders of the brass-clad Greeks. and onward mov’d. warlike Prince. experienc’d in the wars of old. Black masses. and to valiant deeds His friends encouraging. but now old age. the monarch Agamemnon saw. And Bias bold. That. Well pleas’d. what time I slew The godlike Ereuthalion. nor wildly rush Amid the tumult: ”See. Nestor. in the rear. such too were thy strength And vigour of thy limbs. for such the better way. Thrust with your spears.” Thus he. And thus address’d them: ”Valiant chiefs. and bade them keep Their horses well in hand. Chromius. weighs thee down.” he said. Would I could see some others in thy place. stout Pelagon. a cloud of infantry. with chariot and with horse. them he left. Tak’n and destroy’d by our victorious hands. ”Would to Heav’n. The common lot of mortals. He plac’d the car-borne warriors. the stalwart youths. the monarch Agamemnon saw. Compactly mass’d. Advance before his comrades. would to Jove. ”that none. for so your lines were easier forc’d. In the front rank. Num’rous and brave. I too fain would see restor’d The strength I once possess’d. in all the camp were found. That e’en against their will they needs must fight. The horsemen first he charg’d. And thou couldst still be numbered with the young!” To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: ”Atrides. But ranging each beside a hostile car. to stem the tide of war. I give (’Twere needless and unseemly) no commands. And thus address’d him. as thy spirit.” Thus saying. By men so disciplin’d. For well ye understand your troops to rouse To deeds of dauntless courage. Haemon. Between the two he plac’d th’ inferior troops.Impatient for the war.

close beside The sage Ulysses stood. not over-much I give thee blame. at your will. thus Recalled his former words: ”Ulysses sage. then come. Atrides saw. the Cephalonian troops: The sound of battle had not reach’d their ears. and if a hasty word 62 . or orders. Ulysses thus: ”What words have pass’d the barrier of thy lips. and thus. the luscious wine-cups drain: Now stand ye here. ling’ring. I then was young. for I know Thy mind to gentle counsels is inclin’d. who after me Were born.On man bestow not all their gifts at once. and Agamemnon went his way. Yet with the chariots can I still go forth. Thy thoughts are one with mine. stand ye thus aloof. they expecting stood. around him rang’d. And. Not unrenown’d. to hurl the spear Belongs to younger men. For but of late the Greek and Trojan hosts Were set in motion. and unconcern’d would see Ten columns pass before you to the fight. and renew the war. Him found he. Till other Grecian columns should advance. charioteer renown’d. and now am bow’d with age. And aid with sage advice: for such the right And privilege of age. Whene’er the honour’d banquet we prepare: And well ye like to eat the sav’ry meat. who boast their vigour unimpair’d. the father of Telemachus In the fore-front: thy words are empty wind. Laertes’ high-born son. with stern regard. reproachful.” Atrides saw him chafed. and wait For others coming? ye should be the first The hot assault of battle to confront. spoke: ”O son of Peteus. circled by th’ Athenian bands. master of all tricky arts. For ye are first my summons to receive.” He said.” To whom. The raisers of the war-cry. Heav’n-descended King! And thou too. The son of Peteus. Assail the Trojans. Rejoicing: to Menestheus next he came. Why. Atrides? how with want of warlike zeal Canst thou reproach us? when the Greeks again The furious war shall waken. henceforth Shall all be well. and smiling. thou shalt see (If that thou care to see) amid the ranks Of Troy.

His hand was ever ready from their foes To guard his comrades. Submissive to the monarch’s stern rebuke. a stranger and alone. Haemon’s godlike son. Son of Autophonus. With godlike Polynices. But seeking succour for the troops that lay Encamp’d before the sacred walls of Thebes. Such Tydeus was: though greater in debate. so. may Heaven regard it as unsaid. wise and bold. by report. and challeng’d all To wrestle with him. Then answer’d thus the son of Capaneus: ”Atrides. The Greeks upon a mission Tydeus sent: He went. Advancing on their journey. speak not falsely: well thou know’st The truth. A stranger to Mycenae once he came. and with ease o’erthrew: So mighty was the aid that Pallas gave. Maeon. His son will never rival him in arms. 63 . With smaller force beneath the wall of Mars. nor saw. them he left.Have pass’d.” Thus saying. Whereat indignant. warrior brave. and these too far’d But ill at Tydeus’ hand. I myself Nor met him e’er. The seven-gated city. Thy father was the foremost man of men. The son of Capaneus. He spar’d. The son of Tydeus. of fifty chosen youths. Sthenelus. Thebes. but. Standing he found amid his warlike steeds And well-built cars. but Jove With unpropitious omens turn’d them back. An ambush set. he slew them all: Maeon alone. obedient to the Gods. they say Whose eyes beheld his labours. He stood unterrified. Atrides saw. when they reach’d Asopus’ grassy banks and rushes deep. And thus address’d him with reproachful words: ”Alas! thou son of Tydeus. on his return. The boon they ask’d was granted them.” He said: brave Diomed in silence heard. beside him. we took. Two were their leaders. and many Thebans there he found Feasting in Eteocles’ royal hall: Amid them all. and onward mov’d. not at war. and bade him bear the tidings home. valiant Diomed. they. at least. and Lycophontes. Why crouch with fear? why thus appall’d survey The pass of war? not so had Tydeus crouch’d. For reinforcements earnestly they sued. that we our fathers far surpass.

When to the midst they came.” He said.Trusting to heav’nly signs. presumptuous folly fail’d. Then equal not our fathers’ deeds with ours. and tosses high the wild sea-spray: Column on column. to the war. Strode through the crowd. and Flight. with stern regard: ”Father. anon with thund’ring roar It breaks upon the beach. at milking-time. On th’ other hand. Incessant bleating. So rose their mingled clamours through the camp. the rest in silence mov’d: Nor would ye deem that mighty mass endued With power of speech. ceaseless. and those the blue-ey’d Maid. King of men. Great too his loss if they o’er us prevail: Then come. and their city take. Wave upon wave. affronts the skies. Of blood-stain’d Mars the sister and the friend: ”With humble crest at first. together rush’d Bucklers and lances. the Trojans. Who thus to battle stirs the well-greav’d Greeks: His will the glory be if we o’ercome The valiant Trojans. 64 . As by the west wind driv’n. For not one language nor one speech was there. anon her head. let us too for the fight prepare. and from the crags Recoiling flings in giant curves its head Aloft. first curls the ruffled sea With whit’ning crests. as the flocks That in the court-yard of some wealthy Lord In countless numbers stand. ”While yet she treads the earth. Where they by blind. But many nations call’d from distant lands: These Mars inspir’d. so the hosts of Greece Pour’d. and Discord unappeas’d. be silent. the ocean waves Dash forward on the far-resounding shore. The gage of battle in the midst she threw. loud the clamour rose. as their lambs they hear. to each the chiefs Their orders gave. bossy shield on shield Clatter’d in conflict. and from the car leap’d down in arms: Fierce rang the armour on the warrior’s breast.” To whom thus Diomed. so silently they moved In awe of their great captains: far around Flashed the bright armour they were girt withal. and woe to mortals wrought. That ev’n the stoutest heart might quail with fear. And Fear. and fav’ring Jove. and the furious might Of mail-clad warriors. hearken to my words: I blame not Agamemnon.

Beneath his horsehair-plumed helmet’s peak The sharp spear struck. Then Ajax Telamon a stalwart youth. prone in dust he fell. lies the tree. Out through the shoulder. where meet Their mingled waters in some deep ravine. encas’d In radiant armour. thence Simoisius nam’d: Not destined he his parents to repay Their early care. When with her parents down from Ida’s heights She drove her flock. fierce as wolves They fought. as he stoop’d. Beside his shield. For bold Agenor mark’d him as he drew The corpse aside. And. the brass-tipp’d spear was driv’n. Echepolus. As when. Him. First ’mid the foremost ranks Antilochus A Trojan warrior. By godlike Ajax’ mighty spear subdued. for short his term of life. Son of Chalcodon. like a tow’r. in haste to strip His armour off. Two wintry torrents. Antiphus. the earth ran red with blood. Son of Anthemion. then darkness veil’d his eyes. right through. beside the river. A crested chief. with branches tapering tow’rd the head. but short-liv’d was th’ attempt. grown in marshy mead. deep in his forehead fix’d It pierc’d the bone. man struggling hand to hand with man. Ajax struck. from their copious source Pour downward to the narrow pass. Whose mother gave him birth on Simois’ banks. Smooth-stemm’d. seizing by the feet. in the breast. Their weight of flood. Thalesius’ noble son.Then rose too mingled shouts and groans of men Slaying and slain. The spirit was fled. Sapless. to the front advancing. but hotly o’er him rag’d The war of Greeks and Trojans. unguarded. so loud arose The shouts and yells of those commingling hosts. By the right nipple. Dragg’d from beneath the darts. from amid the crowd 65 . brave Abantian chief. descending from the mountain’s brow. From front to back. The son of Priam. and slack’d his limbs in death. To bend the felloes of his well-built car. felled By godlike Ajax’ hand. At him. Him Elephenor. slew. amid the press he fell. Which with the biting axe the wheelwright fells. slew. So lay the youthful Simoisius. As some tall poplar. and with his brass-tipp’d spear Thrust through his flank. on the far mountain’s side The shepherd hears the roar. in turn. Simoisius.

Fierce anger. the tendons both. indeed. Leucus. in act to bear away The youthful dead.” So from the city call’d the heav’nly voice. Thund’ring he fell. dying. Thoas. both hands extending to his friends. meanwhile. But through the groin Ulysses’ faithful friend. and from his breast withdrew The sturdy spear. And. Nor vainly flew the spear. son Of Imbrasus. from the wound His bowels gush’d. Nor iron. and bones. in burnished armour clad Forward he rush’d. fill’d With fury at his lov’d companion’s death. fair-hair’d Thetis’ son. filled Ulysses’ breast. backward in the dust He fell. Smote on the head. down on the corpse he fell. from AEnon came The Thracian chief who hurl’d it. ’Gan to give ground: the Greeks with joyful shouts Seiz’d on the dead. Amarynceus’ son: A rugged fragment of a rock had crush’d His ancle and right leg. Look’d down. Democoon. Thoas approach’d. and standing near. advancing. A bastard son of Priam. From Ilium’s heights Apollo. And great Achilles. and with his spear Thrust through him. The Greeks. to defy your trenchant swords. At this the Trojan chiefs. then quick up-ran He who the blow had dealt. filled with wrath. The huge mass shatter’d. but o’er his anger broods apart. his mark. and forward urg’d their course. met the blow: He from Abydos came.His jav’lin threw. Gasping his life away. and darkness veil’d his eyes. their bodies are not stone. at his comrade’s slaughter. and to the Trojans shouted loud: ”Uprouse ye. all-glorious Pallas fir’d. by th’ AEtolian chief. But he. and the laggards rous’d. Fights not. valiant Trojans! give not way Before the Greeks. around He look’d. and Hector’s self. Then fell Diores. Mov’d ’mid the tumult. through the breast was struck Above the nipple. of the dead relax’d his grasp. Peirous. his high-bred mares There left to pasture. he struck. and with his sharp-edg’d sword Across his waistband gave the mortal stroke: 66 . through either temple pass’d The pointed spear. he miss’d. him Ulysses. and pois’d on high his glitt’ring lance: Beneath his aim the Trojans back recoil’d. and loud his armour rang. by the navel. and darkness veil’d his eyes. and through his lungs the spear was driv’n.

Pandarus wounds him with an arrow. the glory of his name. and prohibits him from contending with any of the former. were laid. like autumn’s star. assisted by Pallas. he wounds him. Their long spears held before them. and AEneas in great danger but for the assistance of Venus. Pandarus is killed. BOOK V. enables him to discern gods from mortals. THE ACTS OF DIOMED. that brightest shines When newly risen from his ocean bath. and assists Hector to make a stand. perforce He yielded. but the goddess cures him. and thus side by side were laid The two. him. Diomed. as to the midst he urg’d His furious course. as rais’d. Well might the deeds achieved that day deserve His praise. AEneas joins Pandarus to oppose him. and side by side. Pallas gave. the latter incites Diomed to go against that god. performs wonders in this day’s battle. though stout. that day Prone in the dust. Juno and Minerva descend to resist Mars. and valiant. The first battle continues through this book. excepting Venus. Such strength.Yet could not touch his arms. for all around The Thracian warriors. many a Greek. Apollo seconds her in his rescue. as she is removing her son from the fight. 67 . and sends him groaning to heaven. And strong. kept at bay. at length. with. by the hand Of Pallas guarded from the weapon’s flight. among the rest Tlepolemus is slain by Sarpedon. and courage then to Diomed. And round them many a valiant soldier lay. where densest masses fought. For many a Trojan. ARGUMENT. Forth from his helm arid shield a fiery light There flash’d. and. their tufted crowns. the Thracian and th’ Epeian chief. The son of Tydeus. The scene is the same as in the former. where he is healed in the temple of Pergamus. and they overthrow several of the Greeks. who through that bloody field might pass By sword or spear unwounded. There was one Dares ’mid the Trojan host. who. In the mean time AEneas is restored to the field. carries off AEneas to Troy. Mars rallies the Trojans. ’Mid all the Greeks. So from the warrior’s head and shoulders flash’d That fiery light. is wounded on the hand by Diomed.

And fled. from the battle Mars she led. as he turn’d. nor durst his brother’s corpse defend. between the shoulder-blades The jav’lin struck. first Phegeus threw his spear. The Greeks drove back the Trojan host. thou bane of mortals. While we retire. and see To which the sire of all will vict’ry give. Him. wherefore leave we not The Greeks and Trojans to contend. Idaeus nam’d. He fell. Two gallant sons he had. Maeonian chief. the Cretan King Through his right shoulder drove the pointed spear. And not in vain. But Vulcan bore him safely from the field. In darkness shrouded. Menelaus. on Phegeus’ breast it struck. but Pallas took The hand of Mars. The one in flight. Borus’ son. Who from the fertile plains of Tarna came. that his aged sire Might not be wholly of his sons bereav’d. of blameless life. O’er the left shoulder of Tydides pass’d The erring weapon’s point. Nor had he so escap’d the doom of death. and loud his armour rang. The mighty monarch. Idaeus from the well-wrought chariot sprang. The son of Atreus. And bade them to the ships the horses drive. and shun the wrath of Jove?” Thus saying. the warrior met. When near they came. and through his chest was driv’n. and thus address’d the God: ”Mars. They on their car. parted from the throng. And Phegeus. while he on foot advanc’d. The car Tydides to his comrades gave. skill’d in all the points of war. Thund’ring he fell.The priest of Vulcan. and as he sought To mount upon his car. blood-stain’d Lord. These. Full in the midst. and miss’d its mark. Then sprang Idomeneus. the other stretch’d in death. Razer of cities. and hurl’d him from the car. from his chariot hurl’d Hodius. His pond’rous spear in turn Tydides threw. slew 68 . the shades of death his eyes o’erspread. And of his arms the followers stripp’d his corpse. And plac’d him on Scamander’s steepy banks. the sturdy Halizonian chief. On Phaestus. Now when the Trojans Dares’ sons beheld. rich. Mars. Agamemnon first. the chiefs Slew each his victim. Their spirits within them quail’d.

in his headlong flight. But of Tydides none might say to whom His arm belong’d. Him. for as he fled. Eurypylus. Euaemon’s noble son. But nought avail’d him then the Archer-Queen Diana’s counsels. son of Strophius. and from the shoulder-point The brawny arm he sever’d. Hypsenor slew. through his chest was driv’n. sportsman keen. Him. Scamander’s priest. he the ships For Paris built. Euaemon’s noble son. the worthy progeny Of Dolopion brave. and death his eyelids clos’d. 69 . In woodcraft skilful. Groaning. and rig’rous doom. between the shoulder-blades. Meges Pedaeus slew. beneath the bone was driv’n The spear. and pierc’d him through: prone on his knees. for her husband’s sake.Scamandrius. as he fled before him. whose practis’d hand Knew well to fashion many a work of art. Smote with the sword. Headlong he fell. And by the people as a God rever’d: Him. Freighted with evil to the men of Troy. approaching near. 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. to the ground Down fell the gory hand. or whether with the hosts Of Troy or Greece he mingled in the fight: Hither and thither o’er the plain he rush’d. who knew not Heav’n’s decrees. Phyleus’ warrior son. A bastard born. his eyelids clos’d. first origin of ill. Atreus’ warlike son. And to himself. With her own children. the lance Of Menelaus. Son of Harmonides. and nurtur’d as her son. and loud his armour rang. in hot pursuit Meriones o’ertook. Crash’d through his teeth the spear beneath the tongue. Thus labour’d they amid the stubborn fight. he fell. By Pallas highly favour’d. and thrust his lance Through his right flank. Behind his neck. Prone in the dust he gnash’d the brazen point. Antenor’s son. nor his boasted art Of distant aim. Thrust through the junction of the head and neck. His flight arresting. but by Theano rear’d With tender care. the darkling shades Of death. from behind Eurypylus.

swoll’n with rain from Heav’n. and dyed the twisted mail.” Thus pray’d the chief. ye who goad Your flying steeds. and Pallas heard his pray’r. gentle son of Capaneus. She gave fresh vigour. vain-glorious. Diomed. nor fence guards the fertile fields. can long withstand My weapon. thou child of aegis-bearing Jove. Then thus the valiant son of Tydeus pray’d: ”Hear me. and thus to Sthenelus. and stood Beside his car. To all his limbs. And many a goodly work of man destroys: So back were borne before Tydides’ might The serried ranks of Troy. On the right shoulder. valiant Trojans. his impetuous charge. Beside him as she stood. near the breastplate’s joint. Unconquer’d! if amid the deadly fight Thy friendly aid my father e’er sustain’d. back he withdrew. And held its way. that brimming o’er Breaks down its barriers in its rapid course. Nor well-built bridge can stem the flood. I deem. to meet The Trojan hosts. and vainly boasting deems I shall not long behold the light of day. his speech address’d: ”Up. and stood Beside him. and from my shoulder draw This stinging arrow forth. Gush’d out the blood. the serried ranks Driving before him. and grant Within my reach and compass of my spear That man may find himself. quick at Tydeus’ son He bent his bow. as down it pours Its sudden torrent. nor. the bravest of the Greeks Is wounded. Despite their numbers. for I within thy breast 70 . to feet and hands alike. The stinging arrow struck. and down Leap’d from the chariot Sthenelus. address’d him thus: ”Go fearless onward. and as forth he drew the shaft. and with winged words. The son of Capaneus. Then shouted loud Lycaon’s noble son: ”Arouse ye.” Thus he. Him when Lycaon’s noble son beheld Careering o’er the plain. who unawares Hath wounded me. that blood the breastplate stain’d. nor dar’d await. Let me in turn thy favour find. if indeed from Lycia’s shore By Phoebus’ counsel sent I join’d the war.” He said. descend From off the car. and onward as he rush’d.Like to a wintry stream. but not so was quell’d The godlike chief. right through it pass’d.

Bold horseman. And to their father left a load of grief. Whose visions stay’d them not. him the guardian of the flock Has wounded. If then some God make trial of thy force. and from thine eyes The film that dimm’d them I have purg’d away. of Abas then And Polyeidus went in hot pursuit. each on other press. With threefold fury now he sought the fray. And breaks the neck of heifer or of steer. And as a lion springs upon a herd. That. Such as of old in Tydeus’ bosom dwelt. keenly as before His spirit against the Trojans burn’d to fight. The sons of Phaenops. buckler-clad. no other sons begot. Forthwith again amid the foremost ranks Tydides mingled. then stripp’d their arms. Them left he there to lie. and bade His followers lead their horses to the ships. As when a hungry lion has o’erleap’d The sheepfold. Astynous and Hypeiron then he slew. by his wound To rage excited. His people’s guardian. That from the battle they return’d not home. with such a spring These two.Thy father’s dauntless courage have infus’d. not disabled. and leaps the fence: So pounc’d Tydides on the Trojan host. but not forc’d to fly. in vain resisting. closely huddled. worn with years. Him when AEneas saw amid the ranks 71 . scares the trembling sheep. Then pounces on his prey. children of his age: He. they two together fell. Heirs of his wealth. the blue-ey’d Goddess disappear’d. Sons of Eurydamas. The fold he enters. Xanthus and Thoon then the hero slew. from their car Tydides hurl’d. and with his mighty sword He smote the other on the collar-bone. The shoulder sev’ring from the neck and back. through the breast of one He drove his spear. But should Jove’s daughter Venus dare the fray Thou needst not shun at her to cast thy spear.” This said. Feeding in woodland glade. an aged seer. That thou mayst well ’twixt Gods and men discern. With other of th’ Immortals fight thou not. And distant kindred all his substance shar’d. Two sons of Priam on one chariot borne. On Chromius and Echemon next he fell. but both were doom’d A prey to valiant Diomed to fall.

his shield I know.Dealing destruction. his shoulders veiled in cloud. by the side of each Two steeds on rye and barley white are fed. are now thy winged shafts. Through all her wide-spread plains. and turns away The shaft that just hath reach’d him. wherein with thee Can no man here contend? nor Lycia boasts. He fights not thus without the aid of Heav’n. and hither came on foot. if haply he might find The godlike Pandarus. of noble birth and stalwart form. aged warrior. whether he himself be God. And horses. and visor’d helm. 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. wont to feed In plenty unstinted. a truer aim. 72 . ’tis sure some angry God. Each with its cover. whoe’er he be. And stood before him. Pandarus. To lead the Trojans in the stubborn fight. Lycaon’s son He found.” Whom answer’d thus Lycaon’s noble son: ”AEneas. that thus Is making fearful havoc in our host. the sons Of Tydeus and of Atreus. urg’d me oft With horses and with chariots high upborne. but if he be indeed The man I think him. incens’d Against the Trojans for neglected rites. Lycaon. it seems. for ev’n now A shaft I shot. But in my sire Lycaon’s wealthy house Elev’n fair chariots stand. and well-known skill. For fearful is the vengeance of a God. and address’d him thus: ”Where. I left them there. Nor horse have I. all newly built. Two chiefs already have I struck. by the soldiers’ wants Might of their custom’d forage be depriv’d. nor car on which to mount. But by his side. and with thy shaft Strike down this chief. Then raise to Jove thy hands. chief and councillor of Troy. Most like in all respects to Tydeus’ son He seems. when here I came. yet but increas’d their rage. through the fight and throng Of spears he plung’d. Relaxing many a warrior’s limbs in death: If he be not indeed a God. I hearken’d not–’twere better if I had– Yet fear’d I lest my horses. Tydeus’ valiant son. and yet It slew him not. And in his well-built house. with true aim Drawn blood from both. Thy bow. And trusting to my bow: vain trust. Some God attends his steps. I cannot tell.

and thy voice unheard. of might invincible. With him. dearest to my soul. With more assurance would they draw the car. hither led my troops. my lofty hall. AEneas. So should ourselves be slain. If with these hands I shatter not. Thy daring pay the forfeit of thy life.” Thus saying. If we from Tydeus’ son be forced to fly. Who from immortal Venus boasts his birth. with chariot and with horse.” Him answer’d thus AEneas. Then let us timely to the car retreat. Lest. While I his onset with my lance receive. my wife. Well skill’d in archery. chief of Troy: ”Speak thou not thus. Two men I see. on the car they mounted both.” Whom answer’d thus Lycaon’s noble son: ”AEneas. Them Sthenelus beheld. great Anchises’ son. in pursuit or flight. and hasting to the aid Of godlike Hector. and Tydeus’ son In triumph drive thy horses to the ships. Impatient to engage thee. We yet may safely reach the walls of Troy. Then may a stranger’s sword cut off my head. beneath th’ accustomed hand. But thou thy horses and thy chariot guide.” To whom brave Diomed with stern regard: 73 . or thou the chief engage. Take thou the whip and reins. This chief encounter. moving thus amid the foremost ranks. the noble son Of Capaneus. our fortunes shall not change Till thou and I. while I descend To fight on foot. Hither and thither.Sad was the hour when down from where it hung I took my bow. and his prowess prove. But should I e’er return. And leave to me the conduct of the car. scour the plain. The son of Tydeus. And tow’rd Tydides urg’d their eager steeds. Refuse to bear us from the battle-field. Lycaon’s son. and to Tydides cried: ”Oh son of Tydeus. and see again My native land. of thy horses and thy car Take thou the charge. The bow that thus hath fail’d me at my need. and burn. struck with panic. should by Jove be giv’n. So if the victory to Diomed. Pandarus. Nor. From those of Tros descended. Then mount my car. and see how swift my steeds.

to the horses sending mares Without the knowledge of Laomedon. Lycaon’s noble son: ”Great son of Tydeus. By Pallas’ counsel if my hap should be To slay them both. hurl’d his pond’rous spear. the valiant Diomed: ”Thine aim hath failed. right through the shield Drove the keen weapon.” Such converse while they held. To Diomed.” He said. unmov’d. the other two Gave to AEneas. underneath the eye. but forward will I go To meet these chiefs’ encounter. And seize. has fail’d to reach thy life. by Pallas guided. great glory now is mine. King of men. This too I say. poising. and the breastplate reach’d. and from the Trojans to the ships Drive off the horses in AEneas’ car.”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. I should shame To mount the car. Nor shall their horses’ speed procure for both A safe return. and now I deem we part not hence till one of ye Glut with his blood th’ insatiate Lord of War. fear-inspiring chief: These could we win. And struck Tydides’ shield. it seems. From those descended. Try we then now what hap attends my spear. bestow’d: With these may none beneath the sun compare. then thus began. I am not touch’d. warrior brave and skill’d. the twain approach’d.” He said: the spear. for Ganymede his son. though one escape my arm. Six colts were thus engender’d: four of these In his own stalls he rear’d. struck Beside the nostril. Then shouted loud Lycaon’s noble son: ”Thou hast it through the flank. leave thou my horses here. which all-seeing Jove On Tros. nor canst thou long Survive the blow. for my soul Pallas forbids the touch of fear to know. The reins attaching to the chariot-rail. and. My shaft. and bear my words in mind. our praise were great indeed. the breed obtain’d By cunning. and loudly rang 74 . My strength is yet unbroken. Anchises. Crash’d thro’ the teeth. and cutting thro’ the tongue Beneath the angle of the jaw came forth: Down from the car he fell. Their horses urg’d to speed.” To whom.

He gave. tow’rd the ships to drive. and rob him of his life. Yet resting on his hand. The sleek-skinn’d horses of AEneas’ car. Far from the battle-din he check’d. at length he found. then rushing forward. To all who dar’d approach him threat’ning death. Down leap’d AEneas. unaided. His spear and buckler round before him held. searching thro’ the crowd. her he knew A weak. Against the Greeks to guard the valiant dead. Seeking Tydides. King of men. seiz’d. a rocky fragment then Tydides lifted up. Turns in the socket-joint. And like a lion. 75 . range Exulting through the blood-stain’d fields of war. The hero bore. These to Deipylus. And o’er his eyes the shades of darkness spread. Which scarce two men could raise. the rugged mass The socket crush’d. From hostile spears to guard him. his peril quickly seen: Around her son she threw her snowy arms. or Pallas. press’d on In keen pursuit of Venus. She from the battle thus her son removed. as men are now: But he. And urg’d with eager haste his fiery steeds. Nor did the son of Capaneus neglect The strict injunction by Tydides giv’n. meanwhile. the hero fell. And with a veil. Venus. and left. wrapt him round. with his pointed spear A wound inflicted on her tender hand. fearless in his strength. With fearful shouts. Her. lest some Greek Should pierce his breast. child of Jove. thick-folded. of all his comrades best esteem’d. inserted in the hip. a mighty mass. spear and shield in hand. His reins attaching to the chariot-rail. Of soundest judgment. his own car remounting. And tore away the flesh: down on his knees. Then. Who to Anchises. Around the corpse he stalk’d.His glitt’ring arms: aside the startled steeds Sprang devious: from his limbs the spirit fled. lifted it with ease. been slain. this way and that. And springing forward. And from the Trojans tow’rd the camp drove off. unwarlike Goddess. Where the thigh-bone. Had not his mother. his chosen friend. Then had AEneas. His own fleet steeds. and both the tendons broke. not of those That like Bellona fierce. seiz’d the reins. With this he smote AEneas near the groin. where he fed his flocks. he.

” 76 . with golden frontlets crown’d. Weeping with pain. from battle-fields retire.” He lent the steeds. And soon to high Olympus. But with the Gods themselves the Greeks contend. she in her arms Embrac’d. and lend thy car To bear me to Olympus. The sharp spear graz’d her palm below the wrist. his car and flying steeds. And. aid me hence. swift as wind. AEneas. and sooth’d her with her hand. And bloodless thence and deathless they become.Piercing th’ ambrosial veil. No more ’twixt Greeks and Trojans is the fight. Mars on the left hand of the battle-field She found. Loud shouted brave Tydides. In deep distress she mounted on the car: Beside her Iris stood. from the field I bore away. veil’d in cloud. ”The haughty son of Tydeus. The Goddess shriek’d aloud. seat of Gods. her brother she besought to lend The flying steeds. nothing loth they flew. life-stream of the blessed Gods. Caught up. Dione. as she fled: ”Daughter of Jove. But in his arms Apollo bore him off In a thick cloud envelop’d. the lesson thou shalt learn Shall cause thee shudder but to hear it nam’d.” Thus he. and took the reins. with golden frontlets crown’d: ”Dear brother. And urg’d the coursers. If war thou seek’st. Diomed. Great is the pain I suffer from a wound Receiv’d from Diomed. Who now would dare with Jove himself to fight. seat of Gods. Enough for thee weak woman to delude. Iris. Pure ichor. lest some Greek Might pierce his breast. her fair skin soil’d with blood. They came: swift Iris there the coursers stay’d. the Graces’ work. and dropp’d her son. Hath wounded me. and said: ”Which of the heav’nly pow’rs hath wrong’d thee thus. and sorely pain’d. a mortal man. My child. Kneeling. his spear reclining by his side. Forth from the wound th’ immortal current flow’d. The Goddess fled: her. and before them plac’d Ambrosial forage: on her mother’s lap. they drink no ruddy wine. as guilty of some open shame?” Whom answer’d thus the laughter-loving Queen. Venus fell. and rob him of his life. Loos’d from the chariot. but ill at ease. because my dearest son. and from the tumult bore away. They eat no bread.

and ourselves Too oft upon each other suff’rings lay. But soon with soothing ointments Paeon’s hand (For death on him was powerless) heal’d the wound. and wip’d the ichor from. Insatiate Mars. who on Olympus dwell. 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. Safe from the war and battle-field return’d. heav’nly Goddess. the bravest of the Greeks. sought the aid Of Hermes. But Juno and Minerva. let Diomed beware He meet not some more dangerous foe than thee. were the pangs she bore. with lamentations loud. Sore worn and wasted by his galling chains. and griev’d his soul.” She said. the wound. dearest child. had not their step-mother. the bitter shaft remain’d Deep in his shoulder fix’d. strongly bound. who with his bow Assail’d the Gods. When that same son of aegis-bearing Jove Assail’d him in the very gates of hell. well I know. pierc’d with pain To high Olympus. though much enforc’d. Adrastus’ child. Great Pluto’s self the stinging arrow felt. has sought to lead astray Some Grecian woman. Then fair AEgiale. disturb The slumbers of her house. Juno too suffer’d. and persuade to join 77 . 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. Reckless of evil deeds.To whom Dione. The blue-ey’d Pallas. looking on. The noble wife of valiant Diomed. by Aloeus’ sons. Groaning. to the courts of Jove. Have much to bear from mortals. and vainly mourn Her youthful Lord. the grievous pains allay’d. And wrought him keenest anguish. Mars had his suff’rings. when Amphitryon’s son Through her right breast a three-barb’d arrow sent: Dire. Brave as he is. Accurs’d was he. in Heav’n who dwell. Shall long. has urg’d Tydides to assail thee. The beauteous Eriboea. Restrain thine anger: we. it seems. of daring over-bold. He thirteen months in brazen fetters lay: And there had pin’d away the God of War. thus: ”Have patience. he hand was heal’d. Otus and Ephialtes. he came. and unheard of. he by stealth releas’d the God.

”belong The deeds of war. the counterpart Of great AEneas. But when. and sooth’d his pride. like a God. and in Pergamus. since not alike the race Of Gods immortal and of earth-born men. and retire.Those Trojans. nor as a God Esteem thyself. Latona there. well he knew Apollo’s guardian hand around him thrown. ”Not to thee. Tydides? such his pride. and Diomed a little space Before the Far-destroyer’s wrath retir’d: Apollo then AEneas bore away Far from the tumult. And. and sat on Ilium’s topmost height: While Mars. Venus. Meanwhile Apollo of the silver bow A phantom form prepar’d. bestow’d him safe. Loud was the din of battle. And. And thrice Apollo struck his glitt’ring shield. do thou bestow thy care On deeds of love. the Far-destroyer spoke In terms of awful menace: ”Be advis’d. And lighter targe. before each warrior’s breast. And. 78 . he sought to make His fourth attempt. He call’d the golden Venus to his side. in likeness of the Thracian chief. But leave to Mars and Pallas feats of arms. Where stood his sacred shrine. Thrice was his onset made. but now confronted me. on he press’d To slay AEneas. A golden clasp has scratched her slender arm. In the great temple’s innermost recess.” Thus she: and smil’d the Sire of Gods and men. with godlike force. he wounded in the wrist. He now would dare with Jove himself to fight. as her hand the gentle dame caress’d. Tydides. with murd’rous aim. and tender marriage ties. fierce the strokes That fell on rounded shield of tough bull’s-hide. of Trojans and of Greeks.” Such converse while they held. whom she holds in high esteem. my child.” he said. Yet by the God undaunted. and alike in arms: Around the form. wer’t not well thyself To interpose. Gave to his wounds their care. blood-stain’d Lord. and Dian. Archer-Queen. and from the battle-field Withdraw this chief. brave Diomed Again assail’d AEneas.” He said. Razer of cities. and his arms obtain. of late. Then thus Apollo to the God of War: ”Mars! Mars! thou bane of mortals.” He said.

become the prey And booty of your foes. In like esteem with Hector held. Heav’n-descended King. noble-soul’d Anchises’ son. and Hector felt the biting speech. I to your aid. Down from his car he leap’d. and rais’d his battle-cry. which lies in whit’ning heaps. and guard their wives and homes. they all. and see not one. So thick the Greeks were whiten’d o’er with dust. As when the wind from off a threshing-floor. to arms Exciting all. the spirit that heretofore was thine? ’Twas once thy boast that ev’n without allies Thyself. cow’r and crouch: We. again they fac’d the Greeks: In serried ranks the Greeks. By day and night should this thy thoughts engage. and urg’d them to the fight. maintain the fight. As curs around a lion. From Lycia came. Beware lest ye. by Xanthus’ eddying stream. and thy house. stood. Which to the brazen vault of Heav’n arose Beneath the horses’ feet. amid the Trojan ranks Mov’d to and fro. from lands afar remote. There left a cherish’d wife. ”Ye sons of Priam.Swift Acamas. he pass’d. Where men are winnowing. But thou stand’st idly by. blows the chaff away. and myself Have play’d my part. ”Where is now. undaunted. that with the crowd 79 . as in the meshes caught Of some wide-sweeping net. thy brethren. To Priam’s Heav’n-descended sons he call’d. And rich possessions. nor bidd’st the rest Maintain their ground. When yellow Ceres with the breeze divides The corn and chaff. and wipe this shame away. though nought have I to lose. who soon shall lay Your prosp’rous city level with the dust. The tide was turn’d.” He said. alone The city could defend: for all of these I look in vain. With constant pray’r to all thy brave allies. Address’d the godlike Hector. his words fresh courage gave to all: Then thus Sarpedon. is down. and through the ranks. and infant son. Firmly to stand. On to his aid! our gallant comrade save!” He said. Hector. strangers and allies. which might envy move. Nought that the Greeks could drive or bear away. How long will ye behold your people slain? Till to your very doors the war be brought? AEneas. Yet I my troops encourage. in reproachful tone. Two jav’lins brandishing.

Deicoon. the son of Pergasus. by their drivers turn’d to flight. while sleep The force of Boreas and the stormy winds. and vigour fresh infus’d: Amid his comrades once again he stood. when he saw Pallas approaching to support the Greeks. Thund’ring he fell. The bravest of the Greeks.Were mingled. from ev’ry quarter brought. Thus he of Phoebus of the golden sword Obey’d th’ injunction. ”Brave comrades. with courage for the fight The Grecian force inspir’d. amid the toils Impos’d by Phoebus of the silver bow. rich in substance he. And Diomed. as ever foremost in the field. By Troy. They joy’d to see him yet alive. That with their breath the shadowy clouds disperse. and Discord unappeas’d. they undismay’d Shrank not before the Trojans’ rush and charge. and in his groin was lodg’d. who dwelt In thriving Phera. And full of vigour. sons of Diocles. as when the clouds Are gather’d round the misty mountain top By Saturn’s son. bidding him arouse The courage of the Trojans. and sound. but Mars The Trojans succouring. and struck A man of mark. Let each to other mutual succour give. And blood-stain’d Mars. the battle-field Veil’d in thick clouds. His shield the monarch Agamemnon struck. and in the stubborn fight. Then from the wealthy shrine Apollo’s self AEneas brought. yet no question ask’d: No time for question then.” Thus he: and straight his jav’lin threw. The shield’s defence was vain. On th’ other side. By mutual succour more are sav’d than fall. AEneas slew two chiefs. In timid flight nor fame nor safety lies. In masses firm they stood. and th’ Ajaces both. Bear a stout heart. they bore the brunt. Through all the army Agamemnon pass’d. and loud his armour rang. AEneas’ faithful friend. Orsilochus And Crethon. In equal honour held with Priam’s sons. quit ye now like men. the spear pass’d through Beneath the belt. Unwearied still. And from the mighty River Alpheus trac’d 80 . So stood the Greeks. And cried. nor shunn’d the Trojans’ charge. Meanwhile Ulysses. in breathless calm.

Placed in their comrades’ hands. drove them to the ships. to him was born Orsilochus. he Upon his neck and shoulders from the car Pitch’d headlong. skill’d in ev’ry point of war.His high descent. by their tawny dam Nurs’d in the mountain forest’s deep recess. o’ermaster’d by the hand of man: So fell these two beneath AEneas’ hand. gasping. to hold his ground. Antilochus His station keeping close beside the King. 81 . With havoc to the sheepfolds. with force combined of hand and spear. to Troy Had sail’d amid the dark-ribb’d ships of Greece. Bold warrior as he was. by Mars impell’d. AEneas fear’d. Then. Orsilochus And Crethon. and turning back Amid the foremost mingled in the fray. Antilochus. Pylaemenes they slew. till the horses’ feet Dash’d him upon the ground. and (for there the sand was deep) Awhile stood balanc’d. in the vigour of their youth. and his death Deprive them of their warlike labours’ fruit. They two. of num’rous tribes the chief. Antilochus Full on the elbow smote Atymnius’ son. And like two lofty pines in death they lay. hand to hand engag’d. As two young lions. Before the two combined. brave as Mars. The buckler’d Paphlagonians’ warlike chief. Him Nestor’s son. till themselves Succumb. Mydon. Him Menelaus. Pierc’d with a spear-thrust through the collar-bone. The slain they drew within the Grecian lines. They. in act to turn His fiery steeds to flight. But o’er them both the shades of death were spread. Who hop’d his death by great AEneas’ hand. who through the Pylian land His copious waters pours. To him succeeded valiant Diocles. While. Press’d onward to the fight. Antilochus. with a pond’rous stone. The horses seizing. To whom were born twin sons. On rush’d Antilochus. his charioteer. beheld. for much he fear’d Lest ill befall the monarch. and with his sword Across the temples smote him. And hasten’d to his aid. and through the foremost ranks With brandish’d spear advanc’d. The warlike Menelaus saw their fall With pitying eye. On flocks and herds their youthful fury pour. Of Atreus’ sons the quarrel to uphold. down from his hands Fell to the ground the iv’ry-mounted reins.

and tall. spearman skill’d and warrior bold. Thus labour’d they amid the stubborn fight. so then Recoil’d Tydides. valiant as he was. Below the belt the spear of Ajax struck. Withdrew the brazen spear. Still drove him backward. many and brave. Then evil fate induc’d Tlepolemus. and strong. he threw His glitt’ring spear. advancing close. he perforce retired. And. Retire. Who closely press’d upon him. to Priam’s house he brought his aid. Amphius. then forward Ajax sprang To seize the spoils of war. Then turning still your faces to your foes. Two chiefs. to th’ encounter. but fast and fierce The Trojans show’r’d their weapons bright and keen. yet could not strip His armour off. the son of Hercules. But still some guardian God his steps attends. 82 . Loud shouting. In likeness of a mortal. mounted both upon a single car. she by the hand Wild Uproar held. the son of Selagus It struck. long journeying o’er the plain. and back recoils. And. while Mars a giant spear Brandish’d aloft: and stalking now before. down rushing to the sea. Now following after Hector. In land and substance rich. Boiling with foam. nor venture with the Gods to fight. his foot firm planted on the slain. Mars himself. stands sudden on the brink Of a swift stream. Well skill’d in war.” He said. Quail’d at the sight the valiant Diomed: As when a man. now beside him stands. so galling flew the shafts. by evil fate Impell’d. we marvel at the might display’d By Hector. by Hector’s hand were slain. And many a lance the mighty shield receiv’d. And much he fear’d his foes might hem him in. Menesthes and Anchialus. All unprepar’d. and rush’d. who in Paesus dwelt. urg’d them on. Thund’ring he fell. the Trojans now were close at hand.Hector beheld athwart the ranks. Ajax. And in his groin the point was buried deep. And shields from danger. With pitying eyes great Ajax Telamon Beheld their fall. at his back Follow’d the thronging bands of Troy. and address’d the crowd: ”O friends. by Mars And fierce Bellona led. Valiant and strong.

Tlepolemus Uprais’d his ashen spear.Heav’n-born Sarpedon to confront in fight.” To whom the Lycian chief. thy soul to Hades send. but deeply mov’d at heart. at my hand. Ulysses saw. so sorely were they press’d. On th’ other side his spear Sarpedon struck On the left thigh. who with injurious words His noble service recompens’d. Of courage resolute. but thy soul Is poor. When near they came.” Thus as Sarpedon spoke. right through the neck it pass’d. Troy. but vanquish’d by my hand. from both their hands The pond’rous weapons simultaneous flew. The horses by Laomedon withheld Avenging. thy troops are wasting fast away. the sacred walls of Troy Thy sire o’erthrew. Laomedon. of lion heart. for which he came from far. what brings thee here. so far art thou Beneath their mark who claim’d in elder days That royal lineage: such my father was. And with conflicting thoughts his breast was torn. And made her streets a desert. thus: ”Tlepolemus. Sarpedon from the field his comrades bore. Weigh’d down and tortured by the trailing spear. on thee my spear shall win Renown for me. This day the gates of Hades thou shalt pass. Trembling and crouching. in their haste to bear him to his car. And o’er his eyes the shades of death were spread. 83 . he o’erthrew this city. Full in the throat Tlepolemus receiv’d Sarpedon’s spear. all unskill’d in war? Falsely they speak who fable thee the son Of aegis-bearing Jove. the eager weapon pass’d Right through the flesh. Lycian chief. I deem thou now shalt meet thy doom Here. Nor deem I that the Trojans will in thee (Ev’n were thy valour more) and Lycia’s aid Their safeguard find. and in the bone was fix’d. and with a scanty band. With but six ships. For. For thee. nor gave The promis’d steeds. by folly of one man. Patient of spirit. The Greeks too from the battle-field convey’d The slain Tlepolemus. The stroke of death his father turn’d aside. of cloud-compelling Jove Grandson and son. Not one bethought him from his thigh to draw The weapon forth. Tlepolemus began: ”Sarpedon. Sarpedon.

and mail-clad Mars? The godlike Teuthras first. Chromius. but lend thine aid: Then in your city let me end my days. Orestes next. Through the front ranks he rush’d. And with imploring tones address’d him thus: ”Hector. but Hector. flashing terror on the Greeks. on fat and fertile soil. th’ AEtolian spearman skill’d. Trechus. To glad my sorrowing wife and infant child. OEnomaus.If first he should pursue the Thund’rer’s son. Beneath the oak of aegis-bearing Jove His faithful comrades laid Sarpedon down. Or deal destruction on the Lycian host. Pass’d on in silence. the prowess felt Of Hector. Noemon. With joy Sarpedon saw his near approach. Prytanis. and Oresbius. 84 . Juno. and Coeranus he slew. or. Say then who first. yet fled not to their ships. as on his forehead blew. And from his thigh the valiant Pelagon. thou son of Priam. leave me not A victim to the Greeks. answ’ring not a word. who last. He swoon’d. beside Cephisus’ marshy banks. the white-arm’d Queen. drew the ashen spear. the cooling breeze. Alcander. The son of OEnops. While yet he gasp’d for breath. Boeotia’s chiefs Around him dwelt. Alastor then. with burnish’d crest Resplendent. But Hector of the glancing helm beheld. But fate had not decreed the valiant son Of Jove to fall beneath Ulysses’ hand. Priam’s son. hasting to pursue The Greeks. Bold charioteer. Halius. safe returning home. and pour destruction on their host. Nor yet sustain’d the fight.” Thus he. So on the Lycians Pallas turn’d his wrath. he in Hyla dwelt. who saw these two The Greeks destroying in the stubborn fight. and Helenus. girt With sparkling girdle. but back retir’d Soon as they learned the presence of the God. For not to me is giv’n again to see My native land. The careful Lord of boundless wealth. nor had ended then the list Of Lycian warriors by Ulysses slain. and giddy mists o’erspread his eyes: But soon reviv’d. His lov’d companion. By Mars and Hector of the brazen helm The Greeks hard-press’d.

Who Heav’n and high Olympus have in charge To roll aside. and panic Rout. tough. grated harsh The heavenly portals. and round it ran a double rail: The pole was all of silver. whose ample verge A hundred cities’ champions might suffice: Her fiery car she mounted: in her hand A spear she bore. with golden yoke-bands fair: And Juno. There too a Gorgon’s head. Of airy texture. And safe return. double-peak’d. the child of aegis-bearing Jove. And stood accoutred for the bloody fray. heav’nly Queen. or draw the veil of cloud. wherewith The mighty daughter of a mighty sire Sweeps down the ranks of those her hate pursues. The felloes were of gold. a marvel to behold. at the end A golden yoke. work of her own hands. Then Juno sharply touch’d the flying steeds: Forthwith spontaneous opening. Through these th’ excited horses held their way. Four-crested. weighty. Within her father’s threshold dropp’d her veil. if unrestrain’d we leave Ferocious Mars to urge his mad career.To Pallas thus her winged words address’d: ”O Heav’n! brave child of aegis-bearing Jove. of monstrous size. And Strife. long. let us too mingle in the fray. all on fire to join the fray. Juno. that on an iron axle turn’d. Adorn’d with golden frontlets: to the car Hebe the circling wheels of brass attach’d. Frown’d terrible. blue-ey’d Maid. They found the son of Saturn. rounded every way: The chariot-board on gold and silver bands Was hung. Herself th’ immortal steeds caparison’d. Offspring of Saturn. Vain was our word to Menelaus giv’n. and fitted round With brazen tires. The naves were silver. And on its face were figur’d deeds of arms. guarded by the Hours. with Terror circled all around. complied. Come then. portent of angry Jove: And on her head a golden helm she plac’d. The cuirass donn’d of cloud-compelling Jove. Beneath the yoke the flying coursers led. and Courage high. from the Gods 85 .” She said: and Pallas. That he the well-built walls of Troy should raze. Eight-spok’d. Her tassell’d aegis round her shoulders next She threw. Pallas.

Sitting apart, upon the highest crest Of many-ridg’d Olympus; there arriv’d, The white-arm’d Goddess Juno stay’d her steeds, 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, Reckless and uncontroll’d, he hath destroy’d; To me a source of bitter grief; meanwhile Venus and Phoebus of the silver bow Look on, well pleas’d, who sent this madman forth, To whom both law and justice are unknown. Say, Father Jove, shall I thine anger move, If with disgrace I drive him from the field?” To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: ”Go, send against him Pallas; she, I know, Hath oft inflicted on him grievous pain.”. He said: the white-arm’d Queen with joy obey’d; She urg’d her horses; nothing loth, they flew Midway between the earth, and starry Heav’n: Far as his sight extends, who from on high Looks from his watch-tow’r o’er the dark-blue sea, So far at once the neighing horses bound. But when to Troy they came, beside the streams Where Simois’ and Scamander’s waters meet, The white-arm’d Goddess stay’d her flying steeds, Loos’d from the car, and veil’d in densest cloud. For them, at bidding of the river-God, Ambrosial forage grew: the Goddesses, Swift as the wild wood-pigeon’s rapid flight, Sped to the battle-field to aid the Greeks. But when they reach’d the thickest of the fray, Where throng’d around the might of Diomed The bravest and the best, as lions fierce, Or forest-boars, the mightiest of their kind, There stood the white-arm’d Queen, and call’d aloud, In form of Stentor, of the brazen voice, Whose shout was as the shout of fifty men: ”Shame on ye, Greeks, base cowards! brave alone In outward semblance; while Achilles yet Went forth to battle, from the Dardan gates The Trojans never ventur’d to advance, So dreaded they his pond’rous spear; but now Far from the walls, beside your ships, they fight.” She said: her words their drooping courage rous’d. Meanwhile the blue-ey’d Pallas went in haste 86

In search of Tydeus’ son; beside his car She found the King, in act to cool the wound Inflicted by the shaft of Pandarus: Beneath his shield’s broad belt the clogging sweat Oppress’d him, and his arm was faint with toil; The belt was lifted up, and from the wound He wip’d the clotted blood: beside the car The Goddess stood, and touch’d the yoke, and said: ”Little like Tydeus’ self is Tydeus’ son: Low was his stature, but his spirit was high: And ev’n when I from combat rashly wag’d Would fain have kept him back, what time in Thebes He found himself, an envoy and alone, Without support, among the Thebans all, I counsell’d him in peace to share the feast: But by his own impetuous courage led, He challenged all the Thebans to contend With him in wrestling, and o’erthrew them all With ease; so mighty was the aid I gave. Thee now I stand beside, and guard from harm, And bid thee boldly with the Trojans fight. But, if the labours of the battle-field O’ertask thy limbs, or heartless fear restrain, No issue thou of valiant Tydeus’ loins.” Whom answer’d thus the valiant Diomed: ”I know thee, Goddess, who thou art; the child Of aegis-bearing Jove: to thee my mind I freely speak, nor aught will I conceal. Nor heartless fear, nor hesitating doubt, Restrain me; but I bear thy words in mind, With other of th’ Immortals not to fight: But should Jove’s daughter, Venus, dare the fray, At her I need not shun to throw my spear. Therefore I thus withdrew, and others too Exhorted to retire, since Mars himself I saw careering o’er the battle-field.” To whom the blue-ey’d Goddess, Pallas, thus: ”Thou son of Tydeus, dearest to my soul, Fear now no more with Mars himself to fight, Nor other God; such aid will I bestow. Come then; at him the first direct thy car; Encounter with him hand to hand; nor fear To strike this madman, this incarnate curse, This shameless renegade; who late agreed With Juno and with me to combat Troy, And aid the Grecian cause; who now appears, The Greeks deserting, in the Trojan ranks.” 87

Thus Pallas spoke, and stretching forth her hand Backward his comrade Sthenelus she drew From off the chariot; down in haste he sprang. His place beside the valiant Diomed The eager Goddess took; beneath the weight Loud groan’d the oaken axle; for the car A mighty Goddess and a Hero bore. Then Pallas took the whip and reins, and urg’d Direct at Mars the fiery coursers’ speed. The bravest of th’ AEtolians, Periphas, Ochesius’ stalwart son, he just had slain, And stood in act to strip him of his arms. The helmet then of Darkness Pallas donn’d, 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, The corpse of stalwart Periphas he left, There where he fell, to lie; while he himself Of valiant Diomed th’ encounter met. When near they came, first Mars his pond’rous spear Advane’d beyond the yoke and horses’ reins, With murd’rous aim; but Pallas from the car Turn’d it aside, and foil’d the vain attempt. Then Diomed thrust forward in his turn His pond’rous spear; low on the flank of Mars, Guided by Pallas, with successful aim, Just where the belt was girt, the weapon struck: It pierc’d the flesh, and straight was back withdrawn: Then Mars cried out aloud, with such a shout As if nine thousand or ten thousand men Should simultaneous raise their battle-cry: Trojans and Greeks alike in terror heard, Trembling; so fearful was the cry of Mars. As black with clouds appears the darken’d air, When after heat the blust’ring winds arise, So Mars to valiant Diomed appear’d, As in thick clouds lie took his heav’nward flight. With speed he came to great Olympus’ heights, Th’ abode of Gods; and sitting by the throne Of Saturn’s son, with anguish torn, he show’d Th’ immortal stream that trickled from the wound, And thus to Jove his piteous words address’d: ”O Father Jove, canst thou behold unmov’d These acts of violence? the greatest ills We Gods endure, we each to other owe Who still in human quarrels interpose. 88

Of thee we all complain; thy senseless child Is ever on some evil deed intent. The other Gods, who on Olympus dwell, Are all to thee obedient and submiss; But thy pernicious daughter, nor by word Nor deed dost thou restrain; who now excites Th’ o’erbearing son of Tydeus, Diomed, Upon th’ immortal Gods to vent his rage. Venus of late he wounded in the wrist, And, as a God, but now encounter’d me: Barely I ’scap’d by swiftness of my feet; Else, ’mid a ghastly heap of corpses slain, In anguish had I lain; and, if alive, Yet liv’d disabl’d by his weapon’s stroke.” Whom answer’d thus the Cloud-compeller, Jove, With look indignant: ”Come no more to me, Thou wav’ring turncoat, with thy whining pray’rs: Of all the Gods who on Olympus dwell I hate thee most; for thou delight’st in nought But strife and war; thou hast inherited Thy mother, Juno’s, proud, unbending mood, Whom I can scarce control; and thou, methinks, To her suggestions ow’st thy present plight. Yet since thou art my offspring, and to me Thy mother bore thee, I must not permit That thou should’st long be doom’d to suffer pain; But had thy birth been other than it is, For thy misdoings thou hadst long ere now Been banish’d from the Gods’ companionship.” He said: and straight to Paeon gave command To heal the wound; with soothing anodynes He heal’d it quickly; soon as liquid milk Is curdled by the fig-tree’s juice, and turns In whirling flakes, so soon was heal’d the wound. By Hebe bath’d, and rob’d afresh, he sat In health and strength restor’d, by Saturn’s son. Mars thus arrested in his murd’rous course, Together to th’ abode of Jove return’d The Queen of Argos and the blue-ey’d Maid. ARGUMENT. THE EPISODES OF GLAUCUS AND DIOMED, AND OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE. The gods having left the field, the Grecians prevail. Helenus, the chief augur of Troy, commands Hector to return to the city, in order to 89

appoint a solemn procession of the Queen and the Trojan matrons to the temple of Minerva, to entreat her to remove Diomed from the fight. The battle relaxing during the absence of Hector, Glaucus and Diomed have an interview between the two armies; where, coming to the knowledge of the friendship and hospitality past between their ancestors, they make exchange of their arms. Hector, having performed the orders of Helenus, prevailed upon Paris to return to the battle, and taken a tender leave of his wife Andromache, hastens again to the field. The scene is first in the field of battle, between the rivers Simois and Scamander, and then changes to Troy. BOOK VI. The Gods had left the field, and o’er the plain Hither and thither surg’d the tide of war, As couch’d th’ opposing chiefs their brass-tipp’d spears, Midway ’twixt Simois’ and Scamander’s streams. First through the Trojan phalanx broke his way The son of Telamon, the prop of Greece, The mighty Ajax; on his friends the light Of triumph shedding, as Eusorus’ son He smote, the noblest of the Thracian bands, Valiant and strong, the gallant Acamas. Full in the front, beneath the plumed helm, The sharp spear struck, and crashing thro’ the bone, The warrior’s eyes were clos’d in endless night. Next valiant Diomed Axylus slew, The son of Teuthranes, who had his home In fair Arisba; rich in substance he, And lov’d of all; for, dwelling near the road, He op’d to all his hospitable gate; But none of all he entertain’d was there To ward aside the bitter doom of death: There fell they both, he and his charioteer, Calesius, who athwart the battle-field His chariot drove; one fate o’ertook them both. Then Dresus and Opheltius of their arms Euryalus despoil’d; his hot pursuit AEsepus next, and Pedasus assail’d, Brothers, whom Abarbarea, Naiad nymph, To bold Bucolion bore; Bucolion, son Of great Laomedon, his eldest born, Though bastard: he upon the mountain side, On which his flocks he tended, met the nymph, And of their secret loves twin sons were born; Whom now at once Euryalus of strength 90

And life depriv’d, and of their armour stripp’d. By Polypoetes’ hand, in battle strong, Was slain Astyalus; Pidutes fell, Chief of Percote, by Ulysses’ spear; And Teucer godlike Aretaon slew. Antilochus, the son of Nestor, smote With gleaming lance Ablerus; Elatus By Agamemnon, King of men, was slain, Who dwelt by Satnois’ widely-flowing stream, Upon the lofty heights of Pedasus. By Leitus was Phylacus in flight O’erta’en; Eurypylus Melanthius slew. Then Menelaus, good in battle, took Adrastus captive; for his horses, scar’d And rushing wildly o’er the plain, amid The tangled tamarisk scrub his chariot broke, Snapping the pole; they with the flying crowd Held city-ward their course; he from the car Hurl’d headlong, prostrate lay beside the wheel, Prone on his face in dust; and at his side, Poising his mighty spear, Atrides stood. Adrastus clasp’d his knees, and suppliant cried, ”Spare me, great son of Atreus! for my life Accept a price; my wealthy father’s house A goodly store contains of brass, and gold, And well-wrought iron; and of these he fain Would pay a noble ransom, could he hear That in the Grecian ships I yet surviv’d.” His words to pity mov’d the victor’s breast; Then had he bade his followers to the ships The captive bear; but running up in haste. Fierce Agamemnon cried in stern rebuke; ”Soft-hearted Menelaus, why of life So tender? Hath thy house receiv’d indeed Nothing but benefits at Trojan hands? Of that abhorred race, let not a man Escape the deadly vengeance of our arms; No, not the infant in its mother’s womb; No, nor the fugitive; but be they all, They and their city, utterly destroy’d, Uncar’d for, and from mem’ry blotted out.” Thus as he spoke, his counsel, fraught with death, His brother’s purpose chang’d; he with his hand Adrastus thrust aside, whom with his lance Fierce Agamemnon through the loins transfix’d; 91

And, as he roll’d in death, upon his breast Planting his foot, the ashen spear withdrew. Then loudly Nestor shouted to the Greeks: ”Friends, Grecian heroes, ministers of Mars! Loiter not now behind, to throw yourselves Upon the prey, and bear it to the ships; Let all your aim be now to kill; anon Ye may at leisure spoil your slaughter’d foes.” With words like these he fir’d the blood of all. Now had the Trojans by the warlike Greeks In coward flight within their walls been driv’n; But to AEneas and to Hector thus The son of Priam, Helenus, the best Of all the Trojan seers, address’d his speech: ”AEneas, and thou Hector, since on you, Of all the Trojans and the Lycian hosts, Is laid the heaviest burthen, for that ye Excel alike in council and in fight, Stand here awhile, and moving to and fro On ev’ry side, around the gates exhort The troops to rally, lest they fall disgrac’d, Flying for safety to their women’s arms, And foes, exulting, triumph in their shame. Their courage thus restor’d, worn as we are, We with the Greeks will still maintain the fight, For so, perforce, we must; but, Hector, thou Haste to the city; there our mother find, Both thine and mine; on Ilium’s topmost height By all the aged dames accompanied, Bid her the shrine of blue-ey’d Pallas seek; Unlock the sacred gates; and on the knees Of fair-hair’d Pallas place the fairest robe In all the house, the amplest, best esteem’d; And at her altar vow to sacrifice Twelve yearling kine that never felt the goad, So she have pity on the Trojan state, Our wives, and helpless babes, and turn away The fiery son of Tydeus, spearman fierce, The Minister of Terror; bravest he, In my esteem, of all the Grecian chiefs: For not Achilles’ self, the prince of men, Though Goddess-born, such dread inspir’d; so fierce His rage; and with his prowess none may vie.” He said, nor uncomplying, Hector heard His brother’s counsel; from his car he leap’d In arms upon the plain; and brandish’d high His jav’lins keen, and moving to and fro 92

of most unhappy sires The children they. I to Ilium go To bid our wives and rev’rend Elders raise To Heav’n their pray’rs. and renown’d Allies. in fear. and quickly meet thy doom. Lycurgus brave. with vows of hecatombs. who hast not fear’d To face my spear. and Glaucus. in the groves Of lovely Nyssa. trembling.” Thus saying. but in daring now Thou far surpassest all. Hated alike by all th’ immortal Gods. Deeming that from the starry Heav’n some God Had to the rescue come. Rallying they turn’d. But be thou mortal. Son of Hippolochus. Not long did Dryas’ son. The black bull’s-hide his neck and ancles smote. ’mid their frantic orgies. The outer circle of his bossy shield. Bacchus himself beneath the ocean wave In terror plung’d. with an ox-goad arm’d. and in turn gave way. nor surviv’d he long. Your wonted valour. approach. and. Quit you like men. stood forth to fight. But when they near were met. Hector of the glancing helm Turn’d to depart. in the midst. But if from Heav’n thou com’st. and fac’d again the Greeks: These ceas’d from slaughter. Then Tydeus’ son. Survive. so fierce they turn’d. I fight not with the heav’nly powers. they. boldest man of mortal birth? For in the glorious conflict heretofore I ne’er have seen thee. who my encounter meet. I dare not then the blessed Gods oppose. refuge found In Thetis’ bosom from a mortal’s threats: The Gods indignant saw. and Saturn’s son Smote him with blindness. put to shameful rout The youthful Bacchus’ nurses. why my race enquire? The race of man is as the race of leaves: 93 . scatter’d by the hand Of fierce Lycurgus. to Glaucus first The valiant Diomed his speech address’d: ”Who art thou. Then to the Trojans Hector call’d aloud: ”Ye valiant Trojans.The troops encourag’d. and restor’d the fight.” To whom the noble Glaucus thus replied: ”Great son of Tydeus. Dropp’d each her thyrsus. who dar’d th’ Immortals to defy: He. and art indeed A God. brave friends. and as he mov’d along. remember now. and the fruits of earth Thy food.

The son of AEolus.’ The King with anger listen’d to her words. But with the tenth return of rosy morn He question’d him. but fail’d to move The upright soul of chaste Bellerophon. on folded tablets trac’d. From all the coasts of Argos drove him forth. one generation by the wind Is scattered on the earth. another soon In spring’s luxuriant verdure bursts to light. 94 . With head of lion. bore. The tokens’ fatal import understood. Who basely sought my honour to assail. Proetus. and to guilty love Would fain have tempted him. Ephyre by name: There Sisyphus of old his dwelling had. Nine days he feasted him. he went. on whom the Gods bestow’d The gifts of beauty and of manly grace. from whom returning home. in the deep recess Of pastoral Argos. Pois’ning the monarch’s mind. Slay him he would not. these flourish. guarded by the Gods. and. The Amazons. the women-warriors he o’erthrew. nurs’d A madd’ning passion. Next. But when he came to Lycia. to work his death. sent from Heav’n. Thirdly. The King another stratagem devis’d. Sisyphus. not unknown of men. sent him forth. But if thou wouldst in truth enquire and learn The race I spring from. and for the tokens ask’d He from his son-in-law. or slay Bellerophon. and Glaucus in his turn begot Bellerophon. that his soul abhorr’d. He bade him first the dread Chimaera slay. But to the father of his wife. and from her mouth There issued flames of fiercely-burning fire: Yet her. those decay. and the streams Of Xanthus. To Proetus subjected by Jove’s decree. confiding in the Gods. the King Of Lycia. there with hospitable rites The King of wide-spread Lycia welcom’d him.Of leaves. thou. A monster. And body of a goat. So with our race. Antaea. To Lycia. with the valiant Solymi he fought. and a serpent’s tail. The fiercest fight that e’er he undertook. not human born. Of mortal men the craftiest. mightier far. For him the monarch’s wife. he slew. from Proetus. to him was born Glaucus. There is a city. With lying words she then address’d the King: ’Die. nine oxen slew. But Proetus sought his death. with tokens charg’d Of dire import.

nor on my father’s name Discredit bring. 95 . Isander. OEneus gave. I from Hippolochus my birth derive: To Troy he sent me. So I in Argos am thy friendly host. and Diomed rejoicing heard: His spear he planted in the fruitful ground. of all the state The choicest land. to be his heritage. and Hippolochus.” He said. belov’d of Jove. e’en amid the thickest fight.For. Gave him his daughter. who held the foremost place In Ephyre. and my speed of foot. they return’d not home. For yet a child he left me. Insatiate Mars his son Isander slew In battle with the valiant Solymi: His daughter perish’d by Diana’s wrath. Three children there to brave Bellerophon Were born. and to th’ Aleian plain Alone he wander’d. Thou mine in Lycia. he entertain’d him well. As Heav’n may aid me. Bellerophon a double cup of gold. and enjoin’d me oft To aim at highest honours. with crimson glowing. and with her the half Of all his royal honours he bestow’d: A portion too the Lycians meted out. and shunn’d the busy haunts of men. choosing out the best of Lycia’s sons. when he fell With his Achaians at the gate of Thebes. A belt. They many a gift of friendship interchang’d. by his valour when the King perceiv’d His heav’nly birth. The Lord of counsel. when I thither come: Then shun we. Which in my house I left when here I came. there he wore away His soul. He set an ambush. For all by brave Bellerophon were slain. Each other’s lance. Bellerophon at length the wrath incurr’d Of all the Gods. And thus with friendly words the chief address’d: ”By ancient ties of friendship are we bound. Such is my race. enough there are for me Of Trojans and their brave allies to kill. and such the blood I boast. and to him she bore Godlike Sarpedon of the brazen helm. and surpass My comrades all. For godlike OEneus in his house receiv’d For twenty days the brave Bellerophon. Of Tydeus no remembrance I retain. Laodamia last. and Lycia’s wide domain. Fertile in corn and wine. But.

nor to the cloud-girt son Of Saturn may the voice of pray’r ascend From one with blood bespatter’d and defil’d. by thy spirit mov’d. Clasp’d hand in hand. and to th’ Immortals all. His armour interchanging. Thou. not for me. and daughters. Fighting around the city. around him throng’d the wives Of Troy. but let us now Our armour interchange. husbands. thy comrades to protect. Plac’d each by other. And make me all my wonted prowess lose. near the roof. for great the strength Which gen’rous wine imparts to men who toil. thy hands in pray’r to Jove? But tarry till I bring the luscious wine. If so indeed thou canst. of polish’d stone. they quitted each his car. lest thou unnerve my limbs. Plac’d each by other. sorely press’d? And com’st thou. mine honour’d mother. 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. And with her led the young Laodice. there the fifty sons Of Priam with their wedded wives repos’d. all of polish’d stone. clasping then His hands. then with the draught Thyself thou mayst refresh. that these may know What friendly bonds of old our houses join. seek the shrine 96 . On th’ other side.” To whom great Hector of the glancing helm: ”No. my son. Meanwhile.” Thus as they spoke. gold for brass. brothers. when Hector reach’d the oak beside The Scaean gate. A hundred oxen’s worth for that of nine. and leav’st the battle-field? Are Trojans by those hateful sons of Greece. As thou hast toil’d. pour The luscious wine. On Ilium’s heights. Fairest of all her daughters. With polish’d corridors adorn’d–within Were fifty chambers. to raise. and plighted mutual faith.And Greeks enough there are for thee to slay. He to the Gods exhorted all to pray. That first to Jove. anxious to enquire The fate of children. Then Glaucus of his judgment Jove depriv’d. For deep the sorrows that o’er many hung. with the elder women. Why com’st thou here. But when to Priam’s splendid house he came. To meet him there his tender mother came. within the court were built Twelve chambers. Thou mayst thine off’ring pour. she thus address’d him: ”Why. friends.

The Queen her off’ring bore to Pallas’ shrine: She went. If thou have pity on the state of Troy. The Minister of Terror. awful Queen. and with her many an ancient dame. sent Th’ attendants through the city. Daughter of Cisseus. So she have pity on the Trojan state. break thou the spear Of Tydeus’ son. and helpless babes. Whom godlike Paris had from Sidon brought. that never felt the goad. Goddess of Goddesses. and grant that he himself Prostrate before the Scaean gates may fall. On noble Priam. Our wives. the gates unlock’d. and turn away The fiery son of Tydeus. Daughter of Jove. to collect The train of aged suppliants. The wives of Trojans. fair of face. Theano. the amplest. wherein were stor’d Rich garments by Sidonian women work’d. and to the heav’nly Maid. and on the knees Of fair-hair’d Pallas place the fairest robe In all the house. sage Antenor’s wife. the richest in embroidery. and the brightest. Sailing the broad sea o’er. By Trojans nam’d at Pallas’ shrine to serve. and their helpless babes. While thus they call’d upon the heav’nly Maid. plac’d with care beneath the rest. And at her altar vow to sacrifice Twelve yearling kine.” Thus she. and plac’d On Pallas’ knees. spearman fierce. Hector to Paris’ mansion bent his way. bring your gifts. Pallas.” He said: she. as a star Refulgent. the selfsame path By which the high-born Helen he convey’d. she meanwhile Her fragrant chamber sought. Methinks my sorrows I could half forget. and on Priam’s sons. to Paris I. to the shrine Of Pallas thou. to the house returning. So at thine altar will we sacrifice Twelve yearling kine. But fair Theano took the robe. Could I but know that he were in his grave. best esteem’d. would that the earth Would gape and swallow him! for great the curse That Jove thro’ him hath brought on men of Troy. that never felt the goad. But when the shrine they reach’d on Ilium’s height. she thus address’d her pray’r: ”Guardian of cities. The amplest. to call If haply he will hear. Of these.Of Pallas. but Pallas answer’d not her pray’r. 97 . They with deep moans to Pallas rais’d their hands.

thou know’st. While Argive Helen. his breastplate. Would that a better man had call’d me wife. I own not causeless thy rebuke. and Vict’ry changes oft her side. and thyself Wouldst others blame. degraded. polishing His shield. no firmness hath of mind. A sounder judge of honour and disgrace: For he. hall. 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 court. But come thou in. Than that I sought my sorrow to indulge. About his armour busied. and rest thee here awhile.A noble structure. sorrow-bringing. on this couch.” To whom in answer godlike Paris thus: ”Hector. ’Twas less from anger with the Trojan host. ere the town be wrapp’d in hostile fires. with soothing words Urg’d me to join the battle. so. Yet hath my wife. or thou Go first: I. To him thus Hector with reproachful words. which himself had built Aided by all the best artificers Who in the fertile realm of Troy were known. e’en now. Yet will I speak. well belov’d of Jove. a want he well may rue. following. ”Thou dost not well thine anger to indulge. And in his hand his pond’rous spear he bore. while I my armour don. Twelve cubits long. ere all this woe were wrought! Yet if these evils were of Heav’n ordain’d. for travail sore 98 . Dear brother.” He said: but Hector of the glancing helm Made answer none. (Of me. on Ilium’s height. ’mid her maidens plac’d. There in his chamber found he whom he sought. And fierce resentment. There enter’d Hector. In battle round the city’s lofty wall The people fast are falling. then thus with gentle tones Helen accosted him: ”Dear brother mine. Nor ever will. With chambers. Up. with circling hoop of gold. bright flash’d the weapon’s point Of polish’d brass. I own. that I here remain’d. who from the fight should shrink. thou the cause That fiercely thus around the city burns The flame of war and battle. ’Twere best. hear thou and understand. will o’ertake thee soon. Near to where Priam’s self and Hector dwelt. Then stay. The skilful labours of their hands o’erlook’d. and his bended bow.

” To whom great Hector of the glancing helm: ”Though kind thy wish. Who feel my loss. But thou thy husband rouse. if truly we must answer thee. On whom this burthen Heav’n hath laid. in bitter grief. and my wife. and the Scaean gates were reach’d. since tidings came The Trojan force was overmatch’d. That I this day by Grecian hands should fall. in haste 99 . Not to thy sisters.” So spoke the ancient dame. Hector of the glancing helm Turn’d to depart. thus he spoke: ”Tell me. and sorely need my aid. the fair Andromache. to see once more My household. and let him speed. the fair Andromache. But to the height of Ilium’s topmost tow’r Andromache is gone. ask me not To sit or rest. nor thy brothers’ wives. Or to my sisters. and great The Grecian strength. yet. I cannot yield to thee: For to the succour of our friends I haste. that shame On both our names through years to come shall rest. but found not there His white-arm’d spouse. by me impos’d. Upon the threshold pausing. with rapid step he reach’d His own well-furnished house. On Ilium’s topmost tower: but when her Lord Found not within the house his peerless wife. her infant child. Helen. She hurried to the walls. my maidens. 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. and with her took. Whence was the outlet to the plain. and Paris’ guilt. Nor to the temple where the fair-hair’d dames Of Troy invoke Minerva’s awful name. Degraded as I am. like one distract. or if Heav’n have so decreed. whereat. That he may find me still within the walls. Borne in the nurse’s arms. and infant child: For whether I may e’er again return. and Hector straight Through the wide streets his rapid steps retrac’d.Encompasseth thy soul. which way Your mistress went. For I too homeward go.” Thus saying. I know not. tell me true. bath’d in tears. But when at last the mighty city’s length Was travers’d. She with her infant child and maid the while Was standing.

My mother. Hung on his arm. But. His child to Hector of the brazen helm Was giv’n in marriage: she it was who now Met him. and thus the chief address’d: ”Dear Lord. and Tydeus’ warlike son. he soon releas’d For costly ransom.Running to meet him came his priceless wife. thy dauntless spirit will work thy doom: Nor hast thou pity on this thy helpless child. at the foot of Placos’ wooded heights. he slew indeed. he reverenc’d the dead. with his armour burnt. Nor comfort shall be mine. Whom Hector call’d Scamandrius. was stricken down. ’twere better far. Or me forlorn. and the mountain nymphs. to be thy widow soon: For thee will all the Greeks with force combin’d Assail and slay: for me. Planted around his tomb a grove of elms. Eetion’s daughter. by fierce Achilles’ hand. But endless grief. to lie beneath the sod. Sire. Nor make thy child an orphan. Silent he smil’d as on his boy he gaz’d: But at his side Andromache. but the rest Astyanax. in honour of his sire. brave Idomeneus. most invites assault. fair as morning star. but by Dian’s shafts She. mother. who bore. The lofty-gated Thebes. within the tow’r remain. and thy wife A hapless widow. The progeny of aegis-bearing Jove. and by her side the nurse. who from Thebes Cilicia sway’d. But stripp’d him not. Brought with the captives here. his all unconscious child. amid their herds And fleecy flocks. There were sev’n brethren in my father’s house. fair Andromache. my wedded love! Then pitying us. Thebes. 100 . in her father’s house. the only prop of Troy. Of thee bereft. Easiest of access. by the fig-tree here Array thy troops. Thrice have their boldest chiefs this point assail’d. thou to me art all in one. Nor honour’d mother. to me nor sire is left. Hector’s lov’d infant. if thou be lost. Queen of Placos’ wooded height. what time his arms The populous city of Cilicia raz’d. A mound erected. brethren! thou. The matchless chief. The two Ajaces. Hector. Th’ Atridae both. fell Achilles’ hand My sire Eetion slew. for here the city wall. in tears. Eetion. All in one day they fell. And o’er his body. Clasp’d to her breast.

Nor could my soul the lessons of my youth So far forget. who. Condemn’d to ply the loom. Jove. fearful. Haply in Argos. on the ground. Nor loss of brethren. his country’s guardian King. The day must come when this our sacred Troy. like a coward. as I.Or by the prompting of some Heav’n-taught seer. and thus thy grief renew For loss of him. by stern necessity constrain’d. Charg’d with my father’s glory and mine own. Then they who see thy tears perchance may say. All glitt’ring. Yet in my inmost soul too well I know. dear wife. on the warrior’s crest. was Ilium’s bravest chief. and set it down. who might have been thy shield To rescue thee from slav’ry’s bitter hour. ”Think not. Or by their own advent’rous courage led. Oh may I sleep in dust. ’This youth surpasses far 101 . ere be condemn’d To hear thy cries. By hostile hands laid prostrate in the dust. That nodded. or water draw From Hypereia’s or Messeis’ fount. the foremost man of Troy. And Priam’s race. and led away A weeping captive by some brass-clad Greek. that this my son May be. at a mistress’ beck. and sought his nurse’s shelt’ring breast. but back the infant shrank. great Hector stretch’d his arms To take his child. but I should blush To face the men and long-rob’d dames of Troy. when they fought On plains of Troy. then thus to Jove And to th’ Immortals all address’d his pray’r: ”Grant. ’Lo! this was Hector’s wife. Heart-wrung. For valour fam’d. Crying. Thy days of freedom lost. and from his brow Hector the casque remov’d.” To whom great Hector of the glancing helm.’ Thus may they speak. that by such thoughts as these My heart has ne’er been wrung. I could shun the fight. That men may say. So deeply wring my heart as thoughts of thee. Laugh’d the fond parents both. whose boast it still has been In the fore-front of battle to be found. And danc’d him in his arms. and Priam’s royal self Shall in one common ruin be o’erthrown. then kiss’d his child. and see thee dragg’d away!” Thus as he spoke. numerous and brave. and all ye Gods. Scar’d by the brazen helm and horse-hair plume. But not the thoughts of Troy’s impending fate. Nor Hecuba’s nor royal Priam’s woes. If.

Hasten’d. by Grecian hands unharm’d. Her maidens press’d around her. And homeward. and leave to men of Troy And. Arriv’d at valiant Hector’s well-built house. neighing. As some proud steed. and distaff. And through the city pass’d with bounding steps. slow. His bright arms flashing like the gorgeous sun. from Ilium’s height.” Great Hector said. with eyes of pitying love Hector beheld. and rapid step. she to her fragrant bosom clasp’d. with bloody spoils of war Returning. and thus Address’d her–”Dearest. his sorrowing wife return’d. Hector he found. as from the spot he turn’d Where with his wife he late had converse held. to rejoice his mother’s heart!” Thus saying. For thou art very valiant.’ when they see him from the fight. From slaughter’d foes. His halter broken. Nor brave nor coward can escape that day. No man may take my life. in his mother’s arms he plac’d His child. yet alive. chief of all to me. the toils of war. Light borne on active limbs. So Paris. To the wide pastures of the mares he flies. Nor have I timely. with boastful mien. But donn’d his armour. good brother. Priam’s son. and in all Arose at once the sympathetic grief. his household mourn’d. Nor linger’d Paris in his lofty halls. Shedding hot tears. The loom. then tossing high his head. wring not thus my heart! For till my day of destiny is come. and ply thy household cares. For Hector. none who thinks aright Can cavil at thy prowess in the field. and when it comes. as thou bad’st me. Safe from the fight. But go thou home. and rais’d his plumed helm. Deeming he never would again return. at well-fill’d manger fed. While o’er his shoulders streams his ample mane. And revels in the widely-flowing stream To bathe his sides. Smiling through tears. scours the plain. Impatient for the fight. but thy will 102 . and press’d her hand. art then here detain’d. glitt’ring o’er with brass. come. Whom thus the godlike Paris first address’d: ”Too long. in conscious pride.His father. with oft-reverted eyes. and appoint thy maids Their sev’ral tasks. by my delay.” To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm: ”My gallant brother.

flanked with towers. joins her near the Scaean gate. royal Areithous’ son. Apollo. Faint with excess of toil. Neptune testifies his jealousy at this work. the next day the truce is agreed: another is taken up in the funeral rites of the slain. if Jove permit That from our shores we drive th’ invading Greeks.” ARGUMENT. seeing her descend from Olympus. but offers to restore them her riches. THE SINGLE COMBAT OF HECTOR AND AJAX. and by his side His brother Paris. Minerva is under apprehensions for the Greeks. The three-and-twentieth day ends with the duel of Hector and Ajax. and it grieves my heart. And to the ever-living Gods of Heav’n In peaceful homes our free libations pour.Is weak and sluggish. to which Paris will not consent. BOOK VII. These heroes. Both armies pass the night in feasting. 103 . Nine of the princes accepting the challenge. They agree to put off the general engagement for that day. and to demand a truce for burning the dead. and defended by a ditch and palisades. in the breast of both Burnt the fierce ardour of the battle-field. The scene lies wholly in the field. but is pacified by a promise from Jupiter. and falls upon Ajax. from out the city gates The noble Hector pass’d. When from the Trojans. ev’n so appear’d Those brethren twain to Troy’s o’erlabour’d host. erect a fortification to protect their fleet and camp. who in thy behalf Such labours undergo. and incite Hector to challenge the Greeks to a single combat. When the funerals are performed. and one more in building the fortification before the ships. As when some God a fav’ring breeze bestows On seamen tugging at the well-worn oar. but Jupiter disheartens the Trojans with thunder and other signs of his wrath. are parted by the night. I hear thy name Coupled with foul reproach! But go we now! Henceforth shall all be well. after several attacks. pursuant to the advice of Nestor. Priam sends a herald to make this offer. the Greeks. the last of which only is agreed to by Agamemnon. The Trojans calling a council. by Paris’ hand Menesthius. Thus as he spoke. Antenor proposes the delivery of Helen to the Greeks. Then to their prowess fell. the lot is cast. The battle renewing with double ardour upon the return of Hector. so that somewhat above three days is employed in this book.

But them when Pallas saw. Bid that the Greeks and Trojans all sit down. The stag-ey’d dame Phylomedusa bore. For so ye Goddesses have wrought your will. Apollo first. Eioneus. Son of Hippolochus. To-morrow morn shall see the fight renew’d. But Helenus. in Arna. Give to the Greeks? since pitiless thou see’st The Trojans slaughter’d? Be advis’d by me. While Hector smote. Why com’st thou here. from great Olympus’ heights.Whom to the King. through the throat. Archer-King. For so ’twere better. royal son of Jove: ”The might of valiant Hector let us move To challenge to the combat. hearken to a brother’s words. Beneath the brass-bound headpiece. Beside the oak they met. where he dwelt. leader of the Lycian bands. thou son of Priam. That this fair city should in ruin fall. and slack’d his limbs in death. Apollo there she found. knew The secret counsel by the Gods devis’d. but say. From high Olympus to the walls of Troy She came in haste. amid the fray Dealing destruction on the hosts of Greece. with like intent I from Olympus came. the colloquy began: ”Daughter of Jove. what means Wilt thou devise to bid the conflict cease?” To whom Apollo. the son of Priam. by angry passion led? Wouldst thou the vict’ry.” He said. 104 . with well-directed spear. swaying here and there. And drawing near to Hector. Some Grecian warrior. son of Dexias. his limbs relax’d in death. Devising vict’ry to the arms of Troy. from the car he fell Prone to the earth. thus he spoke: ”Hector. amid the fray Iphinous. And godlike Hector meet in single fight. cause we for today The rage of battle and of war to cease. As down he look’d from Ilium’s topmost tow’r. borne on high By two fleet mares upon a lofty car.” To whom the blue-ey’d Goddess thus replied: ”So be it. sage as Jove In council. while the brass-clad Greeks Their champion urge the challenge to accept. Until the close of Ilium’s destiny. And Glaucus. Pierc’d through the shoulder. The son of Jove. man to man. nor did Minerva not assent.

who urge Their full-oar’d bark across the dark-blue sea. And men in days to come shall say. ’Lo there a warrior’s tomb of days gone by. but my corpse Restore. they all in silence heard. the promptings of my soul. I know that here thou shalt not meet thy fate. Stand forth. and call to witness Jove. that so the men and wives of Troy May deck with honours due my funeral pyre. The words I speak. If with the sharp-edg’d spear he vanquish me. in the likeness of two vultures. till either ye shall take Our well-fenc’d city. E’en so appear’d upon the plain the ranks Of Greeks and Trojans.” He said. By revelation from th’ eternal Gods. let him who dares with me to fight. I will his arms strip off and bear to Troy. and thus my fame shall live. sat On the tall oak of aegis-bearing Jove. whom glorious Hector slew:’ Thus shall they say. 105 . with shield. Here have ye all the chiefest men of Greece. stay’d the Trojan ranks. and spear. dense around Bristled the ranks. With heroes’ deeds delighted. and helm. While. That so the long-hair’d Greeks with solemn rites May bury him.And thou defy the boldest of the Greeks With thee in single combat to contend. and Phoebus of the silver bow. on th’ other side Atrides bade the well-greav’d Greeks sit down. Pallas. Thus to both armies noble Hector spoke: ”Hear. But. and to his mem’ry raise By the broad Hellespont a lofty tomb. and ye well-greav’d Greeks. And in Apollo’s temple hang on high. standing in the midst.” Thus Hector spoke. He shall strip off. and godlike Hector’s might confront. It hath not pleas’d high-thron’d Saturnian Jove To ratify our truce. or yourselves to us Succumb beside your ocean-going ships. Of all. A mighty chief. and Hector joy’d to hear his words. and with his spear Grasp’d in the middle. and brings A dark’ning ripple o’er the ocean waves. Forth in the midst he stepp’d. But to the ships his corpse I will restore. As when the west wind freshly blows. and to the hollow ships In triumph bear my armour. And this I say. With one accord they sat. who both afflicts With labours hard. by Apollo’s grace should I prevail. all ye Trojans.

and of the fight Insatiate. Sage chief in council. so much the stronger he. and thus address’d the Greeks: ”Alas. wide-ruling King. 106 . and with judicious counsel sway’d His brother’s mind. art thou mad? Beseems thee not such folly. but fearful to accept. Then. had thine end approach’d By Hector’s hands. of the Myrmidons Leader approv’d. Though vex’d. who often in his house Would question me. the men Of Pylos with th’ Arcadian spearmen fought. ye braggart cowards. But thou amid thy comrades’ ranks retire.Sham’d to refuse.” Thus as he spoke. And sink beneath the earth! Oh would to Jove. yet will Hector. Th’ immortal Gods above the issues hold. and scorn on scorn. such were now My vig’rous youth. shame! Women of Greece! I cannot call you men! ’Twere foul disgrace indeed. as when beside the banks Of swiftly-flowing Celadon. From his encounter in the glorious fight. Superior far to thee. address’d him thus by name: ”What! Heav’n-born Menelaus. and with bitter words Reproach’d them: ”Shame. Menelaus. Seizing his hand. Then Nestor rose. At length in anger Menelaus rose. should he ’scape Unwounded from the deadly battle-strife. Had not the Kings withheld thee and restrain’d. to dust and water turn All ye who here inglorious. Some other champion will the Greeks provide. Achilles shrinks. Thy better far. Groaning in spirit. And. for success. 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. And gladly his attendants doff’d his arms. inspiring dread in all. Great Agamemnon’s self. To Pallas and Apollo. he yielded to his words. to rest his weary limbs. methinks. he donn’d his dazzling arms. heartless sit! I will myself confront him. fearless as he is. and lov’d from me to hear Of all the Greeks the race and pedigree. curb thy wrath. Be fain.” He said. nor think with Hector to contend. alas! what shame is this for Greece! What grief would fill the aged Peleus’ soul. If Hector’s challenge none of all the Greeks Should dare accept.

To Ereuthalion gave it. with his spear. Andraemon’s son. Ulysses last: These all with Hector offer’d to contend. and from his breast the victor stripp’d His armour off. Then from the ranks. not brav’ry. Preventing. with Hector fear to fight. whom men And richly-girdled women had surnam’d The Macebearer. the gift of brass-clad Mars. the tallest. He now to combat challeng’d all the chiefs. and of Idomeneus The faithful follower. in likeness as a God. he fell Prostrate. The monarch Agamemnon. None dar’d accept. arm’d. 107 . The arms of Areithous he wore: Of godlike Areithous. Where nought avail’d his iron mace from death To save him. Next Tydeus’ son. the valiant Diomed. The two Ajaces. He to his faithful follower and friend. Advanc’d their champion. Great profit shall he bring to Grecian arms.” He said: each mark’d his sev’ral lot. of Greece The foremost men. Thoas. thrust him through the midst. at his words Up rose nine warriors: far before the rest. Euaemon’s noble son. with these Eurypylus. But when Lycurgus felt th’ approach of age. around Iardan’s streams. for fear had fallen on all. By stealth.” The old man spoke reproachful. in a narrow way. For many another there beside him lay. Him there I slew. with hands uplifted. therewith. And in the tug of war he wore it oft.By Pheia’s walls. Great glory to himself. Then thus again Gerenian Nestor spoke: ”Shake then the lots. Would that my youth and strength were now the same. for not with sword or bow He went to fight. but with an iron mace Broke through the squadrons: him Lycurgus slew. The youngest of them all. and all Together threw in Agamemnon’s helm. Idomeneus. but ye. cloth’d with courage high. The crowd. Equal in fight to blood-stain’d Mars. And Pallas gave the vict’ry to my arm. Then I with dauntless spirit his might oppos’d. strongest man. for Lycurgus. brave Meriones. pray’d the Gods. King of men. if he escape Unwounded from the deadly battle strife. Then soon should Hector of the glancing helm A willing champion find. Ereuthalion bold. on whomsoe’er it fall. with him I fought.

And when his armour all was duly donn’d. the token. who rul’st on Ida’s height! Most great! most glorious! grant that Ajax now May gain the vict’ry. and looking heav’nward. ”O friends. that the Trojans hear ye not.” Thus he. So mov’d the giant Ajax. Disclaim’d it all. and threw it in Atrides’ helm. as when gigantic Mars Leads nations forth to war. With sternly smiling mien. said. Give equal pow’r and equal praise to both. Or ev’n aloud. And hope o’er godlike Hector to prevail. brass-bound.” Thus they: then aged Nestor shook the helm. But now. said: ”O Father Jove. rejoicing. nor will. Pray ye to Saturn’s royal son. for nought have we to fear. as a tow’r His mighty shield he bore. sev’n-fold. and said. Ev’n Hector’s heart beat quicker in his breast. then from left to right A herald show’d to all the chiefs of Greece. The Trojans’ limbs beneath them shook with fear. In turn. on their champion gaz’d. The noble Ajax. My inexperience in the field disgrace The teaching of my native Salamis. placed The token in his outstretch’d hand. prop of Greece. and they to Saturn’s royal son Address’d their pray’rs. before his feet He threw it down upon the ground. Yet quail he must not now. I hope. The work of Tychius. they who knew it not. approaching. The Greeks. Forward he mov’d. The lot on Ajax. nor back retreat Amid his comrades–he. and rejoic’d. No man against my will can make me fly. great is my joy. the challenger! Ajax approach’d. Or on Mycenae’s wealthy King may fall. while I my warlike armour don.And looking heav’nward. And forth. according to their wish. and.” Ajax meanwhile in dazzling brass was clad. best artificer 108 . or on Tydeus’ son. the lot is mine. with haughty stride He trod the plain. whom Saturn’s son In life-destroying conflict hath involv’d. and immortal praise: Or if thy love and pity Hector claim. ”Grant. By greater force or skill. was thrown The lot of Ajax. apart. Father Jove. In silence. forthwith He knew it. but when to him he came Who mark’d. before him. and pois’d his pond’rous spear.

the eighth was glitt’ring brass. or tusked boars. to Hector close he came. And. Then Hector fairly on the centre struck The stubborn shield. Deal not with me as with a feeble child. Mighty in battle. But not in secret ambush would I watch.” He said. be not with us still. a noble foe like thee. and. For the stout brass the blunted point repell’d.That wrought in leather. with a forward bound. And well I know to wield. To strike. Then Ajax hurl’d in turn his pond’rous spear. by stealth. son of Telamon. The tough bull’s-hide that forms my stubborn targe: Well know I too my fiery steeds to urge. Right thro’ the glitt’ring shield the stout spear pass’d. in open fight. that spouted forth the blood. he in Hyla dwelt. if I may. The outward fold. Of war and carnage every point I know. And raise the war-cry in the standing fight. underneath. now right. ign’rant of the ways of war. the linen vest it tore. each on each They fell. And thus with words of haughty menace spoke: ”Hector. And struck the circle true of Hector’s shield. man to man. But slay thee. But Ajax. right through the weapon pass’d. 109 . He by his ocean-going ships indeed Against Atrides nurses still his wrath. now left. stooping. Or woman. the eighth. The mettle of the chiefs we yet possess. This by the son of Telamon was borne Before his breast. the shield Of Hector pierc’d. poising. I now shall teach thee. Of sev’n-fold hides the pond’rous shield was wrought Of lusty bulls. The brazen cov’ring of the shield it struck. through six it drove its way With stubborn force. brave leader. hurl’d his pond’rous spear. In strength the mightiest of the forest beasts. Withdrawing then their weapons. above the sev’n Of tough bull’s-hide.” To whom great Hector of the glancing helm: ”Ajax. like lions fierce. And graz’d his neck. But Hector. then now begin the fight. yet drove not through the spear. And thro’ the well-wrought breastplate drove its way. Although Achilles of the lion heart. Arrested with rude shock the warrior’s course. And not a few. but in the seventh was stay’d. Yet are there those who dare encounter thee. shunn’d the stroke of death.

thy comrades and thy friends. we all have seen. and long-rob’d dames. Both valiant spearmen. Ajax to the Grecian camp. That lay upon the plain. dark. the one for Troy. bid that Hector speak those words: He challeng’d all our chiefs. with a millstone’s weight It crush’d the buckler. hereafter we may meet. and struck Full on the central boss. I shall not refuse. Backward he stagger’d.” To whom great Hector of the glancing helm: ”Ajax. cease we for to-day The fight. And so shall I. With his broad hand a pond’rous stone he seiz’d. till Phoebus rais’d him to his feet. behoves us yield to night. a silver-studded sword he gave.’” This said. The heralds. and with the spear. in Priam’s royal town. And most of all. Talthybius and Idaeus. Hector’s knees gave way. ’On mortal quarrel did those warriors meet. Rejoice the men of Troy.” Whom answer’d thus the son of Telamon: ”Idaeus. And hurl’d against the sev’n-fold shield. But make we now an interchange of gifts. and huge. and strength. since God hath giv’n thee size. and one with vict’ry crown. They parted. And skill. loud rang the brass: Then Ajax rais’d a weightier mass of rock And sent it whirling. Night is at hand. behoves us yield to night. and Heav’n Decide our cause. yet upon his shield Sustain’d. rich with crimson dye. well approv’d. that. With scabbard and with well-cut belt complete. Now had they hand to hand with swords engag’d. and thus Idaeus both with prudent speech address’d: ”No more. jagg’d. Yet parted thence in friendly bonds conjoin’d. of all the Greeks None is thine equal. let him begin: If he be willing.Yet did not Hector of the glancing helm Flinch from the contest: stooping to the ground. Had not the messengers of Gods and men. Between the chiefs they held their wands. That both the Trojans and the Greeks may say. Who shall with grateful pray’rs the temples throng. brave youths! no longer wage the fight: To cloud-compelling Jove ye both are dear. 110 . Ajax a girdle. Night is at hand. The other umpire for the brass-clad Greeks. giving to his arm Unmeasur’d impulse. interpos’d. So by the ships shalt thou rejoice the Greeks.

Fierce Mars has shed. Back to the sons of Atreus let us give 111 . Whose blood. Alive and safe. at Priam’s gate The Trojan chiefs a troubled council held. on Ilium’s height. and. They shar’d the social meal. ye Trojans. Since many a long-hair’d Greek hath fall’n in fight. escap’d from Ajax’ might And arm invincible. and the feast prepar’d.And Hector to the ranks of Troy return’d: Great was the joy when him they saw approach. Their labours ended. the dead From all the plain will draw. before. returning to our native land. thus the sage Antenor spoke: ”Hear now. The words I speak. behoves thee with the morn The warfare of the Greeks to intermit: Then we. a male of five years old. and said: ”Atrides. Then will we go. To Ajax then the chine’s continuous length. and ye other chiefs of Greece. lest on our defence The haughty Trojans should too hardly press. the mighty monarch gave. As honour’s meed. then fixing on the spits. Dardans. from the ships A little space remov’d. beside Scamander’s flowing stream. The carcase then they flay’d. But when to Agamemnon’s tents they came. beyond their hope preserv’d. with well-fitting gates. The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. and tow’rd the town They led him back. Then quickly build before it lofty tow’rs To screen both ships and men. the sagest counsel gave. while to the viewless shades Their spirits are gone.” He said. to guard Both men and chariots. The aged Nestor first his mind disclos’d. While to Atrides’ tent the well-greav’d Greeks Led Ajax. and all the Kings his words approv’d. Which op’ning. Meanwhile. That through the midst a carriage-way may pass: And a deep trench around it dig. The King of men to Saturn’s royal son A bullock slew. nor lack’d there aught. and Allies. Sever’d the joints. and cutting up. He who. glorying in his triumph gain’d. the promptings of my soul. with oxen and with mules. May to their children bear our comrades’ bones. Now thus with prudent speech began. and in the tow’rs Make ample portals. Roasted with care. and from the fire withdrew. and on the plain erect Around the pyre one common mound for all. will burn with fire: That we.

that success will crown our arms. ye Trojans. he sat. I am well content To give them all. cause of all this war. I come. A God in council. Who thus with winged words the chiefs address’d: ”Hostile to me. Dardans. to both the sons of Atreus. But further says. is thy speech. nor the woman will restore. But if in earnest such is thine advice. hear my answer. Who thus with prudent speech began. and said: ”Hear now. if from the deadly strife Such truce they will accord us as may serve To burn the dead. I reject The counsel. and next arose The godlike Paris. Now. and aged Priam next. Dardan’s son. And ask besides. he sat. The words of Paris. fair-hair’d Helen’s Lord. whate’er I hither brought To Troy from Argos. and one with vict’ry crown. The words I speak. and others add beside. Look to your watch. and others add beside. and the goods she brought. cause of all this war: The goods which hither in his hollow ships (Would he had perish’d rather!) Paris brought. let each man keep his guard: To-morrow shall Idaeus to the ships Of Greece. hereafter we may fight Till Heav’n decide. if ye be pleas’d to hear. the promptings of my soul: Now through the city take your wonted meal. bear The words of Paris. and Allies.” He said. and the gallant sons of Troy. 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. From Priam. though the gen’ral voice 112 .” Thus having said. obedient to his word. the virgin-wedded wife Of Menelaus.” This said.The Argive Helen. to bear. the ministers of Mars: And ’mid them all the clear-voic’d herald spoke: ”Ye sons of Atreus. For now in breach of plighted faith we fight: Nor can I hope. unless to my advice Ye listen. Thee of thy senses have the Gods bereft. Antenor. and they. But for the goods. Thy better judgment better counsel knows. arose. He will restore. Trojans. and ye chiefs of Greece.

or Helen’s self. Heap’d up their dead upon the fun’ral pyre. I nought demur. at length Uprose the valiant Diomed. and some to bring the dead. with loud applause. Shedding hot tears. for burial of the dead.” He said. they too. thou hast heard what answer give The chiefs of Greece–their answer I approve. ”Let none from Paris now propose to accept Or goods. and his message gave: Then all in haste their sev’ral ways dispers’d.” Thus he: they all in silence heard. he will not restore: Then bids me ask. Nor loud lament. For fuel some. Hard was it then to recognize the dead. Then burnt with fire. and to the ships return’d. Then to Idaeus Agamemnon thus: ”Idaeus. and back return’d to Troy. he came. in silence they. and stood In mid assembly. Jove! and guard the plighted truce. The speech of valiant Diomed confirm’d. with grief suppress’d. they plac’d them on the wains. when on the plain they met. But ere ’twas morn. Trojans and Dardans there in council met Expecting sat. Be witness. 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. Heap’d up their dead upon the fun’ral pyre. and around it rais’d Upon the plain one common mound for all. For fuel some. while daylight strove with night. and back To Ilium’s walls Idaeus took his way. by Priam’s high command. and some to bring the dead. About the pyre a chosen band of Greeks Had kept their vigil. and said. But for the truce. But when the gory dust was wash’d away. till from the Grecian camp Idaeus should return. and one with vict’ry crown. a child may see That now the doom of Troy is close at hand. Then burnt with fire. Was heard. The well-greav’d Greeks. with grief suppress’d. 113 . From out the ocean’s smoothly-flowing depths Climbing the Heav’ns. the sons of Greece. no shame it is to grace With fun’ral rites the corpse of slaughter’d foes.” He said: and heav’nward rais’d his staff. The Greeks too from their well-mann’d ships went forth.Of Troy should bid him. The sun was newly glancing on the earth.

Thus labour’d thro’ the night the long-hair’d Greeks: The Gods. and in the tow’rs Made ample portals with well-fitting gates. 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. With toil and pain. All night the long-hair’d Greeks their revels held. and men shall lightly deem Of that which I and Phoebus jointly rais’d. what words are these? This bold design to others of the Gods. 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. With wonder view’d the mighty work. and by Euneus sent. That through the midst a carriage-way might pass: Then dug a trench around it. the ev’ning meal. other some with hides. the Grecian work was done. for great Laomedon. Nor to the Gods have paid their off’rings due! Wide as the light extends shall be the fame Of this great work. This wall shall by the waves be broken through. but. some with brass. far as light extends. Of wine. and joyous wax’d the feast. Of feebler hands. And all the boasted work of Greece o’erwhelm. And so in Troy. Whom fair Hypsipyle to Jason bore. and dug a trench around. his speech began: ”O Father Jove. by tents.” To whom in wrath the Cloud-compeller thus: ”Neptune. in all the wide-spread earth Shall men be found. or slaves. For Atreus’ sons. a shapeless ruin. all the other Greeks Hasten’d to purchase. and some With gleaming iron. deep and wide. assembled in the courts of Jove. Might cause alarm. They slew. Cattle. and shar’d. And sink.And built in front a wall. and pow’r less great than thine. Earth-shaking King. in the sea: O’er the wide shore again thy sands shall spread. The sun was set. From Lemnos’ isle a num’rous fleet had come Freighted with wine. Earth-shaking King. the son of Jason had despatch’d A thousand measures. and thus Neptune.” Amid themselves such converse held the Gods. And in the trench a palisade they fix’d. with lofty tow’rs To screen both ships and men. apart from all the rest. the Trojans and Allies: But through the night his anger Jove express’d 114 .

THE SECOND BATTLE. AND THE DISTRESS OF THE GREEKS. male or female. Juno and Minerva prepare to aid the Grecians. the promptings of my soul. The time of seven-and-twenty days is employed from the opening of the poem to the end of this book. The words I speak. the earth o’erspread. That so these matters I may soon conclude. The night puts an end to the battle. They kindle fires through all the field. Diomed relieves him. 115 . to prevent the enemy from re-embarking and escaping by flight. And Jove. (the Greeks being driven to their fortifications before the ships. one God I find Presuming or to Trojans or to Greeks To give his aid. and affrights the Greeks with his thunders and lightnings. Or to the gloom of Tartarus profound. ARGUMENT. ”Hear. Hector continues in the field. with ignominious stripes Back to Olympus shall that God be driv’n. from the rest apart. if they assist either side: Minerva only obtains of him that she may direct the Greeks by her counsels. until libations due Had first been pour’d to Saturn’s mighty son. pale they turn’d with fear: To earth the wine was from the goblets shed. and pass the night under arms. Then lay they down. but in vain. The scene here (except of the celestial machines) lies in the field toward the sea-shore. Jupiter assembles a council of the deities. in saffron robe.With awful thunderings. and all ye Goddesses. of all the Gods A council held upon the highest peak Of many-ridg’d Olympus. are excellently described. and carried off. If. Let none among you. but are restrained by Iris.) and gives orders to keep the watch all night in the camp. and those of Hector. and threatens them with the pains of Tartarus. whose exploits. sent from Jupiter. they his speech attentive heard. the lightning’s Lord. The armies join battle. he himself Address’d them. The acts of Teucer. dare To thwart my counsels: rather all concur. Nestor alone continues in the field in great danger. and sought the boon of sleep. Nor dar’d they drink. who is at length wounded by Hector. Jupiter on Mount Ida weighs in his balances the fates of both. all ye Gods. Juno endeavours to animate Neptune to the assistance of the Greeks. Now morn. BOOK VIII.

” He said.” To whom the Cloud-compeller. To Ida’s spring-abounding hill he came. Urg’d the fleet coursers. and they. There will I hurl him. confounded by his words. Son of Saturn. the lowest abyss beneath the earth. and all. smiling. my child. your mighty master. in pride Of conscious strength. Both Gods and Goddesses. nothing loth. But yet some saving counsel may we give. King of Kings. thus: ”Be of good cheer. With. Beneath the shades as far as earth from Heav’n. Leave them suspended so in middle air: So far supreme my pow’r o’er Gods and men. and veil’d with clouds around. and with floor of brass. and ocean. Pallas. Lest in thine anger thou destroy them quite. Of swiftest flight. I could raise. Then on the topmost ridge he sat. the golden lash he grasp’d. Strive as ye may. And binding round Olympus’ ridge the cord. The earth itself. and arm’d them for the fight. Well do we know thy pow’r invincible. But if I choose to make my pow’r be known. the Greeks throughout their tents in haste Despatch’d their meal. Condemn’d to hopeless ruin.Far off. Jove. they flew Midway betwixt the earth and starry heav’n. And to the crest of Gargarus. yet will not thwart thee of thy wish. apply: Yet would ye fail to drag from Heav’n to earth. 116 . A golden cord let down from Heav’n. that all may know. a sacred plot was there. Make trial if ye will. and straight the brazen-footed steeds. said: ”O Father. wild nurse Of mountain beasts. At length the blue-ey’d Goddess. unwillingly I speak. Whereon his incense-honour’d altar stood: There stay’d his steeds the Sire of Gods and men Loos’d from the car. Since such is thy command. from the fight. and looking down. all in gold Himself array’d. Yet deeply grieve we for the warlike Greeks. In silence sat. your strength. with manes of flowing gold. and ye all shall know In strength how greatly I surpass you all. and mounting on his car. so sternly did he speak. survey’d The Trojan city. Meantime. gates of iron. Of curious work. He harness’d to his chariot. and the ships of Greece. we stand aloof.” He said.

Alone remain’d. Nor either Ajax. where close behind the head First springs the mane. When in the midst they met. [2] Then loud he bade the volleying thunder peal From Ida’s heights. aged prop of Greece. Gerenian Nestor. and plac’d in each The fatal death-lot: for the sons of Troy The one. then had the old man paid The forfeit of his life. His horse sore wounded by an arrow shot By godlike Paris. and rolling in the dust.On th’ other side the Trojans donn’d their arms. forth pour’d the crowd Of horse and foot. While yet ’twas morn. kept their ground. and wax’d the youthful day. the deadliest spot of all. and pale with terror shook. Thick flew the shafts. down sank the lot Of Greece. Amid the rout down came the flying steeds Of Hector. Laertes’ godlike son. th’ Eternal Father hung His golden scales aloft. 117 . The other steeds in dire confusion threw. and the furious might Of mail-clad warriors. and free the struggling horse. coward-like. down to the ground. fair-hair’d Helen’s Lord: Just on the crown. and loud the clamour rose. then plunging forward. together rush’d Bucklers and lances. but when the sun had reach’d The middle Heav’n. Then not Idomeneus. but with stern resolve. and rose to Heav’n. Why fliest thou. but. good at need. in the stubborn fight. By Hector’s self. bossy shield on shield Clatter’d in conflict. and ’mid the Grecian ranks He hurl’d his flashing lightning. And loudly shouting. with the shaft Fix’d in his brain. on Ulysses call’d: ”Ulysses sage. The gates all open’d wide. while high aloft Mounted the Trojan scale. at the sight Amaz’d they stood. In numbers fewer. madden’d with the pain He rear’d. And while old Nestor with his sword essay’d To cut the reins. Then held them by the midst. and fast the people fell On either side. The arrow struck him. The mighty Agamemnon. The valiant Diomed his peril saw. guided by no timid hand. loud the clamour rose: Then rose too mingled shouts and groans of men Slaying and slain. the other for the brass-clad Greeks. the earth ran red with blood. nor Atreus’ son. ministers of Mars. For wives and children. amid the throng. and he against his will. to strive. By hard necessity constrain’d.

And in thy flight to the aim of hostile spears Thy back presenting? stay. And urg’d the horses. Leave to th’ attendants these. and like a flock of lambs. his spear Tydides threw. Yet struck not Hector. Eniopeus. And to the ships pursued his hurried way. Thy vigour spent. and prove How swift my steeds. Had not the Sire of Gods and men beheld. for Archeptolemus. And from his limbs the vital spirit fled. and here with me From this fierce warrior guard the good old man. the brave Thebaeus’ son. Beside the nipple. From those of Tros descended. And good Eurymedon. the fiery bolt Before Tydides’ chariot plough’d the ground. But in the front. and helpless too thy charioteer. but stout Ulysses heard him not. scour the plain. from the car he fell. My noble prize from great AEneas won. And slow thy horses. while mine we launch Against the Trojan host. Then fearful ruin had been wrought. 118 . was Hector’s grief. and Nestor his advice obey’d: The two attendants. Hector soon they met: As on he came. through the breast transfix’d. Brave son of Iphitus. Remain’d undaunted. Deep. perforce he left to seek A charioteer. Yet him. that Hector’s self May know how strong my hand can hurl the spear. by old Nester’s car He stood. these youthful warriors press thee sore. Fierce flash’d the sulph’rous flame. for his comrade slain. and with the weight of years Oppress’d. his horses took. and whirling round Beneath the yoke th’ affrighted horses quailed. The aged Nestor took the glitt’ring reins. mount my car.” He said. And with an awful peal of thunder hurl’d His vivid lightning down. valiant Sthenelus. or in pursuit or flight. he quickly found. Tydides. though griev’d. While on Tydides’ car they mounted both. nor wanted long his steeds A guiding hand. And to his hands the glitt’ring reins transferr’d.” He said. and thus the aged chief address’d: ”Old man. The startled horses swerving at the sound. Who held the reins. though alone. but his charioteer. The adverse hosts been coop’d beneath the walls. and deeds Untold achiev’d. And bade him mount his swiftly-flying car.

and ’mid the general rout. and wisely dost thou speak. Then to the Trojans Hector call’d aloud: ”Trojans. and hide my shame!” To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: ”Great son of Tydeus. Hector at their head. Whose husbands in the dust thy hand hath laid. to flight He turn’d his horses. at Jove’s command. If so he will. the triumph may be ours. from this day forth. or from Trojan warriors’ wives. Shalt be their scorn! a woman’s soul is thine! Out on thee. and see me basely fly. in sign Of vict’ry swaying to the Trojan side. frighten’d girl! thou ne’er shalt scale Our Trojan tow’rs.From Nestor’s hand escap’d the glitt’ring reins.’ Thus when he boasts. That Jove from us his aiding hand withholds? This day to Hector Saturn’s son decrees The meed of vict’ry. oh what words are these! Should Hector brand thee with a coward’s name. my hand shall work thy doom. The men of Troy their murd’rous weapons show’r’d. and ye Dardans. 119 . thrice.” He said. on some future day. amid the councillors of Troy Hector may say. and Lycians. And flowing cups: but thou.” Thus he. old man. quit ye now like men. And. see’st thou not. cannot o’errule The will of Jove. From Ida’s height the thunder peal’d. ’Before my presence scar’d Tydides sought the shelter of the ships. so much the mightier he. how brave soe’er. But this the bitter grief that wrings my soul: Some day.” Whom answer’d thus the valiant Diomed: ”Truly. fam’d In close encounter. Loud shouted Hector of the glancing helm: ”Tydides. No credence would he gain from Trojan men. and confront his foe: Thrice thus he doubted. Tydides. With shouts of triumph. For man. and greatly was Tydides mov’d To turn his horses. on the flying crowd. and with lib’ral portions grac’d. Nor in thy ships our women bear away: Ere such thy boast. plac’d on high At banquets. trembling. gape earth. Or Dardan. heretofore the warrior Greeks Have held thee in much honour. thus to Diomed he spoke: ”Turn we to flight.

Put forth your speed. Then give we them the vict’ry. together should combine To put to flight the Trojans. and. By noble Hector. of solid gold. AEthon and Lampus. With grateful off’rings rich thine altars crown.” Such was his pray’r. so much the stronger he. bewilder’d by the smoke. Our horses easily can overleap. Scarce worthy notice. See’st thou unmov’d the ruin of the Greeks? Yet they in AEgae and in Helice. if we all Who favour Greece. till great Olympus quak’d. And from the shoulders of Tydides strip His gorgeous breastplate. and the trench that they have dug. and led 120 . whose praise extends to Heav’n. that we may make our prize Of Nestor’s shield.” Such converse held they. hopeless to withstand My onset. be mindful ye.Put forth your wonted valour. rash of speech. On Ida’s summit to digest his wrath. And when I reach the ships. in anger. methinks this very night Would see the Greeks embarking on their ships. Her husband. To have at hand the fire. now repay the care On you bestow’d by fair Andromache. before e’en I. Was closely throng’d with steeds and buckler’d men. all the space meanwhile Within the trench. she spoke: ”O thou of boundless might. between the tow’r and ships. And thus to Neptune. Eetion’s royal daughter. while they themselves shall fall An easy prey. Earth-shaking God. Its handles. thou. Neptune thus replied: ”O Juno. bear in mind How she with ample store of provender Your mangers still supplied. and itself. brave as Mars. in those wretched walls that put their trust. he might be left alone.” He said. disaster to the Greeks. but Juno on her throne Trembled with rage. and restrain All-seeing Jove. for I know That in his secret counsels Jove designs Glory to me. wherewith the ships We may destroy. Fools. what words are these! I dare not counsel that we all should join ’Gainst Saturn’s son. from her hands the wine-cup took. and thus with cheering words address’d His horses: ”Xanthus. work of Vulcan’s hand: These could we take. mighty God. Podargus.” To whom.

But for a hundred Trojans in the field. of such glory robb’d? Yet ne’er. his people’s safety vouch’d. when. The midmost. Confiding in their strength. Where to the Lord of divination. Yet to this pray’r at least thine ear incline. The lance of Diomed. base cowards. who at each extreme. coop’d in narrow space. with a sign. but as he turn’d. through his chest was driv’n. The choicest off’rings burning still on each. He sent an eagle. Jove. with courage fresh Assail’d the Trojans. feasting on the flesh Of straight-horn’d oxen. whence to shout to either side. 121 .By Jove to vict’ry. He turn’d his car for flight. In Lemnos’ isle. Hector. Agelaus. In hopes to raze the well-built walls of Troy. Or of Achilles. vain-glorious braggarts as ye were. behind his neck. Between the shoulders. drove his car Across the ditch. before Tydides. Have I unheeded pass’d thine altar by. The Greeks were wont their solemn rites to pay. who soon will wrap our ships in fire. Nor be by Trojans utterly subdued. O Father Jove! what sov’reign e’er hast thou So far deluded. Who in his talons bore a wild deer’s fawn: The fawn he dropp’d beside the holy shrine. The son of Phradmon. Who now had burnt with fire the Grecian ships. And. and your flowing cups Crowning with ruddy wine. The sign from Heav’n they knew. Grant that this coast in safety we may leave. and the fight renew’d. struck. Then none of all the many Greeks might boast That he. Or to the tents of Ajax Telamon. and Jove. had moor’d their ships. not one of you. with pity. Greeks. loud and clear: ”Shame on ye. noblest bird that flies. But Juno bade Atrides haste to rouse Their fainting courage. Or for two hundred. saw his tears. On his broad hand a purple robe he bore. deem’d himself a match: Now quail ye all before a single man. And stood upon Ulysses’ lofty ship.” He said. brave alone In outward semblance! where are now the vaunts Which once (so highly of ourselves we deem’d) Ye made. through the camp he pass’d. and mingled in the fight. on this disastrous voyage bent. His was the hand that first a crested chief. Thence to the Greeks he shouted.

A gift of honour. The ninth was Teucer. Eurypylus. terrible as Mars. fall. Behind the shield of Ajax Telamon Took shelter.” 122 . And Pallas. Or a fair woman who thy bed may share. and aim’d amid the crowd. though distant far. with their car and harness. son of Telamon. And in a warrior each has found its mark. Polyaemon’s son. And as he saw each Trojan. Shoot ever thus. wounded.” To whom in answer valiant Teucer thus: ”Most mighty son of Atreus. Ormenus. Euaemon’s noble son. Th’ Ajaces both. Next to Tydides. to Ajax close he press’d. Daetor. And godlike Lycophontes. and will make good my word: If by the grace of aegis-bearing Jove. if thou wouldst be the light And glory of the Greeks. though bastard. I in thy hands will place. And valiant Melanippus: all of these. with his well-strung bow Thinning the Trojan ranks. And Ophelestes. with whom Meriones. who. in dauntless courage cloth’d. This too I say. Atreus’ godlike sons. To highest fame let thine achievements raise. and loud his armour rang. with bended bow. Thence look’d he round. who first of all the Trojans fell By Teucer’s arrows slain? Orsilochus. Eight barbed arrows have I shot e’en now. And. and of thy sire. Unceasing. two brave steeds. Each after other. a tripod bright. with joy beheld. And Menelaus. Him Agamemnon. Teucer laid in dust. Conceal’d and safe beneath the ample targe. Ajax o’er him held his shield. I watch. second but to mine. Idomeneus. every chance to ply my shafts. good comrade. Ilium’s well-built walls we raze. And Amopaon. That savage hound alone defeats my aim. and in his house Maintain’d. standing at his side. why excite Who lacks not zeal? To th’ utmost of my pow’r Since first we drove the Trojans back. Agamemnon came. address’d him thus: ”Teucer. Or. Struck by his shafts. Say then. Who nursed thine infancy.Headlong he fell. His faithful comrade. Chromius. him. As to its mother’s shelt’ring arms a child.

Then Jove again the Trojan courage fir’d. ambitious of so great a prize: He miss’d his aim. 123 . from the car He fell. which Teucer struck Near to the shoulder. Yet this too miss’d. And to Cebriones. and. At Hector yet another arrow shot Teucer. then Hector leap’d Down from his glitt’ring chariot to the ground. Yet careful watches. And as he fell the vital spirit fled. call’d. as in a garden sinks A ripen’d poppy charg’d with vernal rains. through the breast his arrow struck. and fastens on his flank. and straight obey’d. And bore him. fleet of foot. Hector of the glancing helm Hurl’d the huge mass of rock. was Hector’s grief. And backward to the ditch they forc’d the Greeks. and from his hands let fall the bow. from the press withdrew. ambitious of so great a prize. Two faithful friends. the spot most opportune. in his hand A pond’rous stone he carried. a wedded bride Of heavenly beauty. they in terror fled. another shaft He shot. But o’er him spread in haste his cov’ring shield. upon his knees He fell. Yet him. And broke the tendon.At Hector. through the breast It struck. Castianeira bore. His fearful war-cry shouting. at Teucer straight he rush’d. He heard. Hector led them on. his arm Dropp’d helpless by his side. Deep. Then near at hand. He from his quiver chose a shaft in haste. Proud of his prowess. intent To strike him down. the charioteer Of Hector. by Phoebus turn’d aside. paralys’d. Slaying the hindmost. though griev’d at heart. for his comrade slain. Echius’ son. But Archeptolemus. his brother. deeply groaning. onward hurrying. Mecisteus. aside the startled horses swerv’d. the horses’ reins to take. but Priam’s noble son Gorgythion. as he spoke. where the collar-bone Joins neck and breast. And fitted to the cord. o’ertakes Or boar or lion. Down sank his head. object of his chase. but as he drew The sinew. So sank his head beneath his helmet’s weight. Not careless Ajax saw his brother’s fall. lest he turn to bay: So Hector press’d upon the long-hair’d Greeks. perforce he left. And as a hound that. Whom from AEsyme brought. And brave Alastor. to the ships. beside the nipple. Springs from behind.

here and there. Rages in wrath. But haste thee now.” She said: the white-arm’d Queen her word obey’d. royal Saturn’s child. prepare for us thy car. Refuse the Greeks our aid. brave child of aegis-bearing Jove. will unmov’d behold Us two advancing o’er the pass of war. by one subdued. Hector. great Goddess. pass’d at length the ditch and palisade. Within her father’s threshold dropp’d her veil 124 . With loss of many by the Trojans slain. with golden frontlets crown’d. Oft would his tears ascend to Heav’n. The son of Priam. who e’en now. The horses brought. Juno. And one to other call’d: and one and all With hands uplifted. child of aegis-bearing Jove. still thwarting all my plans. Can we. ev’n now. and oft From Heav’n would Jove despatch me to his aid. Before the ships they rallied from their flight. and touch’d His beard. One single man. on ev’ry side His flying coursers wheel’d. pray’d to all the Gods. with eyes that flash’d Awful as Gorgon’s. Sore wearied with the toils Eurystheus gave. he never had return’d In safety from the marge of Styx profound. Shall sate the maw of rav’ning dogs and birds. When to the narrow gates of Pluto’s realm He sent him forth to bring from Erebus Its guardian dog. the white-arm’d Queen. While Hector. Pallas. While to the house of aegis-bearing Jove I go. and his ear To Thetis lends. But if I then had known what now I know. To Pallas thus her winged words address’d: ”O Heav’n. the son of Priam. and pray’d him to avenge her son Achilles. who kiss’d his knees. Or if the flesh of Trojans. of pride unbearable. yet the time shall come when I Shall be once more his own dear blue-ey’d Maid. In his own country slain by Grecian hands. or as blood-stain’d Mars. 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. in this their sorest need. While Pallas. slain by Greeks.But. with pity mov’d. But that my sire. Forgetting now how oft his son I sav’d. and don my armour for the fight. by ill advice misled. He holds me now in hatred. To prove if Hector of the glancing helm. Juno.

and warn That farther they advance not: ’tis not meet That they and I in war should be oppos’d. From Ida’s heights the son of Saturn saw. weighty. At many-ridg’d Olympus’ outer gate She met the Goddesses. Forthwith spontaneous opening. swift Iris disappear’d. and stay’d their course. and will make it good: Your flying horses he will lame. the heav’nly messenger. And thus convey’d the sov’reign will of Jove: ”Whither away? what madness fills your breasts? To give the Greeks your succour. And ten revolving years heal not the wound Where strikes my lightning. But over-bold and void of shame art thou. thus bespoke: ”Haste thee. And. fill’d with wrath. Then Juno sharply touch’d the flying steeds. in her hand A spear she bore. long. work of her own hands. Juno less moves his wonder and his wrath. wherewith The mighty daughter of a mighty sire Sweeps down the ranks of those her wrath pursues. so shall Pallas learn What ’tis against her father to contend. can we 125 . Pallas.” Thus as she spoke. This too I say. swift Iris. ’tis still her wont to thwart. Whate’er I plan.” Thus he: from Ida to Olympus’ height The storm-swift Iris on her errand sped. Jove forbids. tough. Daughter of aegis-bearing Jove. Whate’er he plans. The cuirass donn’d of cloud-compelling Jove. And stood accoutred for the bloody fray. And thus he threatens. grated harsh The heavenly portals. Juno less moves my wonder and my wrath. shalt thou learn What ’tis against thy father to contend. To roll aside or close the veil of cloud. and break their chariot-wheels. If against Jove thou dare to lift thy spear. Who Heav’n and high Olympus have in charge. turn them back. and break your chariot-wheels. Then Juno thus to Pallas spoke: ”No more. ’tis still her wont to thwart. yourselves Dash from the car. guarded by the Hours. The golden-winged Iris. And ten revolving years heal not the wounds His lightning makes: so. and will make good my words: Their flying horses I will lame. Through these th’ excited horses held their way. themselves Dash from their car. The fiery car she mounted.Of airy texture.

Not all the Gods that on Olympus dwell Could turn me from my purpose. But ye were struck with terror ere ye saw The battle-field. and thus address’d them both: ”Pallas and Juno.For mortal men his sov’reign will resist. Yet deeply grieve we for the warlike Greeks. And such the pow’r of my resistless hand. The car they rear’d against the inner wall. Had I my lightning launch’d. whom your deadly hate pursues. and. ’twixt Greeks and Trojans. and backward turn’d her horses’ heads. Condemn’d to hopeless ruin: from the fight. Then on his golden throne all-seeing Jove Sat down.” She said. Live they or die. and on the stand Secur’d the car. as ’tis meet. but Juno’s breast Could not contain her rage. we stand aloof. and bear it in your minds.” So spoke the God. His own designs accomplishing. as each man’s fate may be. Neptune. wherefore sit ye thus In angry silence? In the glorious fight No lengthen’d toil have ye sustain’d.” 126 . unyok’d his steeds. beneath his feet Olympus shook. But this I say. amid th’ Immortals all. though inly wroth with Jove. the Goddesses Themselves meanwhile. And safely tether’d in the heav’nly stalls. Jove to Olympus. th’ immortal Gods’ abode. Ere long. but. sorrowing hearts on golden seats reclin’d. Juno and Pallas glances interchang’d Of ill portent for Troy. to slay The Trojans. Lest in thine anger thou destroy them quite. and from your car Had hurl’d ye down. and fearful deeds of war. The horses from the car the Hours unyok’d. No word they utter’d. on swiftly-rolling chariot borne. Yet answer’d not a word. Pallas indeed Sat silent. Since such is thy command. Juno and Pallas only sat aloof. But yet some saving counsel may we give. From Ida’s height return’d: th’ earth-shaking God. decides. no enquiry made. and thus she spoke: ”What words. and spread the cov’ring o’er. seated side by side. While he. dread son of Saturn. With. That brightly polish’d shone. to th’ abode of Gods. ye ne’er had reach’d again Olympus’ height. such my might. Jove knew their thoughts. dost thou speak? Well do we know thy pow’r invincible.

to the words Of godlike Hector listen’d: in his hand His massive spear he held. ”Hear me. for viler thing is none than thou. Whose glitt’ring point flash’d bright. that the livelong night. Though there thou wert to banishment consign’d. Lest. the war shall rage. To a clear space of ground. from corpses free. But on the Greeks thrice welcome. They from their cars dismounting. Bring bread from out our houses. and Allies. from the ships apart He led them. Drew o’er the teeming earth the veil of night. reluctant. To-morrow shalt thou see. I reck not of thy wrath. I should not heed. The Grecian ships and all the Greeks destroy’d: But night hath come too soon. in Tartarus profound. by the eddying river’s side. E’en till the dawn of day. Then yield we to the night. in narrow space. e’en by night. For Hector’s proud career shall not be check’d Until the wrath of Peleus’ godlike son Beside the ships be kindled. The Trojans saw. thrice invoked With earnest prayers.To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: ”Yet greater slaughter. and before them place Their needful forage. prepare the meal. stag-ey’d Queen of Heav’n. in the day When round Patroclus’ corpse. with hoop of gold Encircled round. the long-hair’d Greeks should seek 127 . on this he leant. Unyoke your horses. Such is the voice of destiny: for thee. now sunk beneath the ocean wave. and collect Good store of fuel. The sun. but thy reproaches hear Unmov’d. if so thou list. E’en by the vessels’ sterns. the luscious wine provide. I hop’d that to the breezy heights of Troy We might ere now in triumph have return’d. and illume the Heav’ns. and sav’d awhile The Grecian army and their stranded ships. and said. Dardans. the shades of darkness fell. but white-arm’d Juno answer’d not. day’s decline. twelve cubits long.” He said. The noble Hector then to council call’d The Trojan leaders. from the city bring Oxen and sheep. ye Trojans. uncheer’d by ray of sun Or breath of air. nor should I care Though thou wert thrust beneath the lowest deep Of earth and ocean. may broadly blaze Our num’rous watchfires. Wrought on the warrior Greeks by Saturn’s son. where Iapetus And Saturn lie.

All night they camp’d. and held in honour as a God. and all the Gods. But ere to-morrow’s sun be high in Heav’n. Wounded and bleeding in the dust shall lie. Phoebus. If he indeed my onset will await. The town by secret ambush be surpris’d.” Thus Hector spoke.O’er the broad bosom of the sea to fly. Brought bread from out their houses. Would to Heav’n I were as sure to be from age and death Exempt. E’en to their homes. as on board They leap’d in haste. in the absence of the men. is th’ advice I give. let careful watch Be set. and others too may fear To tempt with hostile arms the pow’r of Troy. To chase from hence these fate-inflicted hounds. Full of proud hopes. Nor undisturb’d. lest. triumphant. the mem’ry of a wound Receiv’d from spear or arrow. upon the pass of war. that the stripling youths And hoary-headed sires allot themselves In sev’ral watches to the Heav’n-built tow’rs. Now keep we through the night our watchful guard. as I am assur’d The coming day is fraught with ill to Greece. equipp’d in arms. As when in Heav’n. and frequent blaz’d their fires. bear his bloody spoils: To-morrow morn his courage will decide. And tether’d each beside their sev’ral cars: Next from the city speedily they brought Oxen and sheep. the Trojans shouted loud: Then from the yoke the sweating steeds they loos’d. Hopeful. valiant Trojans. if I augur right. The winds to Heav’n the sav’ry odours bore. Then let the sacred heralds’ voice proclaim Throughout the city. Upon their fleet our angry battle pour. He. And with the early dawn. and good store Of fuel gather’d. To kindle blazing fires. And what to-night your wisdom shall approve Will I. That so not unassail’d they may embark. Such. By fate sent hither on their dark-ribb’d ships. at morn. before the Trojans speak. Then shall I know if Tydeus’ valiant son Back from the ships shall drive me to the walls. but haply some may bear. Or I. in their houses each. the luscious wine procur’d. around the glitt’ring moon 128 . Charge too the women. And many a comrade round him. to Jove I pray. ’mid the foremost. or Pallas. wafted from the plain.

and the next following. who are accompanied by old Phoenix. and round each Sat fifty warriors in the ruddy glare. between the ships And Xanthus’ stream. wander’d to and fro. Ev’n to the gates of Heav’n is open’d wide The boundless sky. proposes to the Greeks to quit the siege. He orders the guard to be strengthened. This book. heart-struck. and waited for the morn. As when two stormy winds ruffle the sea. Diomed opposes this. but are rejected with roughness by Achilles. praising his wisdom and resolution. And ev’ry crag. 129 . and ev’ry jutting peak Stands boldly forth. very moving and pressing speeches. which is the twenty-seventh from the beginning of the poem. but the Greeks Dire Panic held. and Nestor seconds him. The ambassadors return unsuccessfully to the camp. the dark waves Rear high their angry crests. Agamemnon. Thus kept their watch. ARGUMENT. Champing the provender before them laid. and ev’ry forest glade. the Trojan watchfires blaz’d. the Trojans. companion of chill Fear. and a council summoned to deliberate what meabures were to be followed in this emergency. Their bravest struck with grief unbearable. They make. joy fills the gazing shepherd’s heart. BOOK IX. Barley and rye. each of them. the station of the Grecian ships. shines each particular star Distinct. and toss on shore Masses of tangled weed. So bright. Ulysses and Ajax are make choice of. so thickly scatter’d o’er the plain. from the hills of Thrace With sudden gust descending. and Nestor farther prevails upon him to send ambassadors to Achilles in order to move him to a reconciliation. after the last day’s defeat. and return to their country. THE EMBASSY TO ACHILLES. the tether’d horses stood Beside the cars. Agamemnon pursues this advice. Before the walls of Troy. Atrides.The stars shine bright amid the breathless air. such stormy grief The breast of ev’ry Grecian warrior rent. The scene lies on the sea-shore. and the troops betake themselves to sleep. A thousand fires burnt brightly. who notwithstanding retains Phoenix in his tent. take up the space of one night. Boreas and Zephyr.

and sail for home. Are close at hand. Hear then my counsel. the way is open. O King! Be not offended: once. Grievous. Yet I and Sthenelus. As is my right.” Thus he. he himself Spar’d not his labour. Dishonour’d. Weeping. Depart. Sadly they sat in council. noblest boon of Heav’n. arose. and with grievous loss of men. how justly so Is known to all the Greeks. both young and old. as some dark-water’d fount Pours o’er a craggy steep its gloomy stream.” The monarch spoke. Atreus’ son. the sons of Greece. 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. denies. Then with deep groans th’ assembled Greeks address’d: ”O friends! the chiefs and councillors of Greece. On thee the deep-designing Saturn’s son In diff’ring measure hath his gifts bestow’d: A throne he gives thee. in council: thou. who oft hath sunk the heads Of many a lofty city in the dust. for Heav’n is on our side. Such now appears th’ o’er-ruling sov’reign will Of Saturn’s son. but it seems He falsifies his word. they all in silence heard: In speechless sorrow long they sat: at length Rose valiant Diomed. for mighty is his hand. with the name Of coward branding me. will fight Till Troy be ours. 130 . and all unlook’d for. But valour. and ready to be launch’d. but not with proclamation loud. Yet will the other long-hair’d Greeks remain Till Priam’s city fall: nay. we two. And home return in safety. let us all agree Home to direct our course: since here in vain We strive to take the well-built walls of Troy. by his promise led I hop’d to raze the strong-built walls of Troy.And to the clear-voic’d heralds gave command To call. frustrate of my hope. Which from Mycenae follow’d thee in crowds. is the blow Which Jove hath dealt me. among the Greeks Thou heldest light my prowess. mixing with the chiefs. And yet will sink. though the rest Betake them to their ships. and thus he spoke: ”Atrides. higher far than all. Each sev’ral man to council. I thy folly must confront. and the ships. with loud applause. and bids me now Return to Argos.

Agamemnon. And Aphareus. His counsel take. As meet and seemly. set before them. Then for th’ assembled Elders in his tent An ample banquet Agamemnon spread. eminent thou art in war. Nestor’s son. Between the ditch and wall they took their post. not ev’n Atrides’ self. the Elders all. Two valiant sons of Mars. without the wall. When close beside our ships the hostile fires Are burning: who can this unmov’d behold? This night our ruin or our safety sees. and thus began: ”Tydides. Sev’n were the leaders. fell: The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. Outcast from kindred. to the feast invite: Thy tents are full of wine. Go fully through the whole. which Grecian ships O’er the wide sea bring day by day from Thrace. no Greek Can censure. when all are met. and there the meal prepar’d. and bold Ialmenus. This duty on the younger men I lay: Then. But now will I. yet dost thou to the Kings Sage counsel give. who gives the best advice. or gainsay.The speech of valiant Diomed confirm’d. Forth with their followers went th’ appointed guards. And In the council thy compeers in age Must yield to thee. and none my words May disregard. Great need we have of counsel wise and good. Meriones. and hearth is he Whose soul delights in fierce internal strife. that am thine elder far. But thou art young. and they. heard his speech. Then aged Nestor rose. Ascalaphus. and with each went forth A hundred gallant youths. and yet the end Thou hast not reach’d. thy present words. assenting.” He said. Creon’s son. thou thy part perform. They on the viands. For thou art King supreme. and let the sev’ral guards Be posted by the ditch. The princely Thrasymedes. Nor lack’st thou aught thy guests to entertain. But yield we now to th’ influence of night: Prepare the meal. with lances arm’d. and brave Deipyrus. There lit their fires. law. and for thine age mightst be My latest born. and object of debate. The aged Nestor first his mind disclos’d 131 . and well in season speak. And many own thy sway. And godlike Lycomedes.

nor will deny it. with costly gifts And soothing words. Sounder opinion none can hold than this. Lesbians. he confounds the Greeks. ’tis thine to hear And to determine.He who. Atrides. Of gold. and the high prerogative. With thee. as now Achilles hon’ring. To be thy people’s judge and counsellor. my discourse shall end. 132 . when some other chief Suggestions offers in the gen’ral cause: What counsel shall prevail. With thee begin: o’er many nations thou Hold’st sov’reign sway. Which I maintain. Sev’n women too. the sagest counsel gave. for his prize Thou took’st and still retain’st. dishon’ring him Whom ev’n th’ Immortals honour’d. but thou. as a host Is he whom Jove in honour holds. and add a solemn oath. by evil impulse led. we may his wrath appease. too truly thou recall’st my fault: I err’d. Now thus with prudent words began. But if I err’d. Ev’n from the day when thou. That day he captur’d Lesbos’ goodly isle. Who by their speed have many prizes won. her whom from his tent I bore away.” To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: ”Father. since Jove to thee hath giv’n The sceptre. and ever have maintain’d. and said: ”Most mighty Agamemnon. and pay An ample penalty. on the course renown’d. if ev’n yet. Following the dictates of thy wrathful pride. untouch’d by fire. King of men. twenty caldrons bright. but let us now Consider. ’Tis thine to speak the word. Didst to our bravest wrong. Sev’n tripods will I give. In beauty far surpassing all their sex: These will I give. Twelve pow’rful horses. didst bear The fair Briseis from Achilles’ tent Despite his anger–not by my advice: I fain would have dissuaded thee. depends on thee: Yet will I say what seems to me the best. who but so much possess’d As by those horses has for me been won. whom I selected for myself. and with them will I send The fair Briseis. before you all I pledge myself rich presents to bestow. Fain would I now conciliate him. before. Not empty-handed could that man be deem’d. ten talents. well skill’d in household cares. great King. Nor poor in gold.

Atrides. 133 . who. And with her will I add such wedding gifts. Of gold and brass. Iphianassa. No portion ask’d for. to Peleus’ house. while to Saturn’s son. Bring now the hallowing water for our hands. And twenty captives he himself shall choose. The dwellers there in flocks and herds are rich. nor held with her Such intercourse as man with woman holds. And if it be our fate to see again The teeming soil of Argos. All these shall now be his: but if the Gods Shall grant us Priam’s city to destroy. and Antheia’s pastures deep. To me submitting. And bid be silent. Beloved of Jove. and Ira’s grassy plains. Of heralds. so he his wrath remit: Then let him yield (Pluto alone remains Unbending and inexorable. Three daughters fair I have. and Laodice. and let them take. and thence Of all the Gods is most abhorr’d of men). he shall be My son by marriage. With countless heaps he shall a vessel freight. This will I do. and in honour held As is Orestes. when we divide the spoil. Of these. Hodius and Eurybates. That he have mercy. he shall take to wife. the mighty Ajax next: With them. All by the sea. As never man before to daughter gave. Ulysses sage. as in royal pow’r Superior far. we address our pray’r. and more advanc’d in age. Cardamyle. And Enope.” He said. Sev’n prosp’rous towns besides. All only less than Argive Helen fair. let them consent to go. and vine-clad Pedasus. And to his sceptre ample tribute pay. not unworthy are the gifts. Is rear’d at home in luxury and ease. AEpeia fair. shall honour him with gifts. my only son. and well his counsel pleas’d them all.” To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: ”Most mighty Agamemnon. whiche’er he will. 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.I ne’er approach’d her bed. as a God. King of men. Then first of all let Phoenix lead the way. And. by sandy Pylos’ bounds. And Pherae. Chrysothemis.

Part of the spoil he took. Achilles. swift of foot. set upon the board A larger bowl. attending. Despite my anger. Before the chief. he led them in. The envoys forward stepp’d. purple carpets o’er. Patroclus his commands obey’d. crown’d the bowls with wine. And many a caution aged Nestor gave. With rapid glance to each. amaz’d. of all the Greeks. and sang of warriors’ deeds. in silence and alone Patroclus sat. their chief they found His spirit soothing with a sweet-ton’d lyre. Atreus’ son. That he to gentle counsels would incline The haughty soul of great AEacides. where lay The warlike Myrmidons. When to the ships and tents they came. The youths. And stood before him. Then thus address’d Patroclus at his side: ”Son of Menoetius. And at their entrance rose Patroclus too: Waving his hand. Beside the many-dashing ocean’s shore They mov’d along. How best to soften Peleus’ matchless son. friends! as friends ye come: Some great occasion surely to my tent Hath brought the men who are. And holding still his lyre. from his couch.” Thus as he spoke. Ocean’s Earth-surrounding God. dearest to my heart. 134 . Leaving the seat whereon they found him plac’d. Ulysses chief. they pass’d.” He said. Addressed them: ”Welcome. upon Achilles fix’d His eyes. Soothing his soul.The heralds pour’d the water on their hands. awaiting till the song should cease. Ulysses first. Of curious work. when he destroy’d Eetion’s wealthy town. and stronger mix the wine. Then. and many a pray’r address’d To Neptune. and plac’d On couches spread with. from out the tent Of Agamemnon. And serve a cup to each: beneath my roof This night my dearest friends I entertain. their libations made. Achilles sprang. And in due order serv’d the cups to all. with silver band adorn’d. on this he play’d. when each with wine Had satisfied his soul.

great warrior. He prays. bewilder’d in the smoke. Up then! if in their last extremity Thy spirit inclines. impatient.And in the fire-light plac’d an ample tray. Automedon Held fast. and with them. And hung the spits above. spread the glowing embers out. put not forth thy might. 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. Facing the sage Ulysses. Until our dark-ribb’d ships be made their prey. The meat. Patroclus. we see. rages. while great Achilles carv’d the joints. Hector. to save. Grave doubts. give the Gods their honours due: He in the fire the wonted off’rings burnt: They on the viands set before them fell. And firmly trusting in the aid of Jove. and rising. Ajax to Phoenix sign’d: Ulysses saw The sign. and the flame Subsided. Jove too for them. resolv’d To the devouring flames to give the ships. to save the Greeks 135 . breaking through the lofty sterns. And when the fire burnt hotly. 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. If thou. prepar’d. with martial fury fir’d. for th’ approach of morn. So now in thine. with fav’ring augury Sends forth his lightning. The viands cook’d and plac’d upon the board. and we be fated here To perish. And pledg’d Achilles thus: ”To thee I drink. lest the Gods His threats fulfil. and lifted from the stand. the meat Achilles shar’d. And slay the crews. rich in fat. and bade his friend. he fix’d upon the spits: Patroclus kindled then a blazing fire. illustrious chief. From baskets fair Patroclus portion’d out The bread to each. And loud their boast that nought shall stay their hands. fill’d a cup with wine. then sprinkled o’er The meat with salt. As heretofore in Agamemnon’s tent. boastful of his strength. though late. And much my mind misgives me. And on it laid of goat’s flesh and of sheep’s A saddle each. A chine of well-fed hog. The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. nought he fears Or God or man. Achilles! nobly is thy table spread. sat the host On th’ other side the tent. Then. or see destroy’d our ships. resistless. far from Argos’ grassy plains.

’ Such were the words thine aged father spoke. The aged Peleus. e’en now. He ne’er approach’d her bed. yet. while I recount the gifts Which in his tent he pledg’d him to bestow. untouch’d by fire. All these shall now be thine: but if the Gods Shall grant us Priam’s city to destroy. With countless heaps a vessel shalt thou freight. And noble gifts. when to Atreus’ son He sent thee forth from Phthia. Pause for awhile. Sev’n women too. how he said. her whom from thy tent He bore away. Three daughters fair are his. For better far is gentle courtesy: And cease from angry strife. In beauty far surpassing all their sex. Of gold. Who by their speed have many prizes won. whom he selected for himself. his only son. And twenty captives thou thyself shalt choose. Chrysothemis. Iphianassa. and Laodice. and with them will he send The fair Briseis. who but so much possess’d As by those horses has for him been won. who. Listen to me. well skill’d in household cares. All only less than Argive Helen fair. and add a solemn oath. From Agamemnon shalt thou bear away. in the course renown’d. ’My son. 136 . That day thou captur’dst Lesbos’ goodly isle. Of gold and brass.Sore press’d by Trojan arms: lest thou thyself Hereafter feel remorse. remember now thy father’s words. twenty caldrons bright. And if it be our fate to see again The teeming soil of Argos. so thou thy wrath remit. ten talents. and in honour held As is Orestes. when we divide the spoil. and let thine anger cool. and ease. Dear friend. if so they will. Nor poor in gold. Sev’n tripods promis’d he. Twelve pow’rful horses. Lesbians. Juno or Pallas have the pow’r to give. the boon of strength. the evil done Is past all cure. thou mayst be His son by marriage. Not empty-handed could that man be deem’d. that so the Greeks The more may honour thee. But thou thyself thy haughty spirit must curb. both young and old. Which thou hast now forgotten. nor held with her Such intercourse as man with woman holds. Is rear’d at home in luxury. These will he give. then thou reflect betimes How from the Greeks to ward the day of doom.

On me nor Agamemnon. Brings to her callow brood the food she takes. Who nobly fight. and Ira’s grassy plains. And. my spoils receiv’d. And many a bloody day have labour’d through. be importun’d. Atreus’ son. so thou thy wrath remit. By this man and by that. on Trojan soil: From all of these abundant stores of wealth I took. and vine-clad Pedasus. No portion ask’d for. sage in council. And with her will he add such wedding gifts. Nor others shall prevail. thou shalt take to wife. By whom thou shalt be honour’d as a God: For great the triumph that thou now mayst gain. Engag’d in battle on your wives’ behalf. will honour thee with gifts. yet let thy pity rest On all the other Greeks. of all Our ships contain. 137 . He. can rival him in arms. Eleven more by land. Alike the idlers and the active die: And nought it profits me. Him as the gates of hell my soul abhors. AEpeia fair. thus sore bested. But as a bird. though day by day In constant toil I set my life at stake. Like honours gain the coward and the brave.” Whom answer’d thus Achilles. and in his pride And martial fury deems that none. But if thou hold Atrides in such hate. to Peleus’ house.Of these whiche’er thou wilt. For he is near at hand. Whose outward words his secret thoughts belie. and Antheia’s pastures deep. All by the sea. Twelve cities have I taken with my ships. Cardamyle. though ill she fare herself. as a God. since nought is gain’d By toil unceasing in the battle field. by sandy Pylos’ bounds. safe beside his ships. I must frankly speak My mind at once. And Pherae. E’en Hector’s self is now within thy reach. As never man before to daughter gave. but share with those who skulk. And to thy sceptre ample tribute pay. Him and his gifts. All these he gives. son Of great Laertes. and all to Agamemnon gave. my fix’d resolve declare: That from henceforth I may not by the Greeks. Hear then what seems to me the wisest course. So I through many a sleepless night have lain. The dwellers there in flocks and herds are rich. And Enope. Sev’n prosp’rous towns besides. swift of foot: ”Heav’n-born Ulysses.

why do Greeks with Trojans fight? Why hath Atrides brought this mighty host To Troy. Let him not seek my aid. My lusty crews plying the vig’rous oar. my vessels spread O’er the broad bosom of the Hellespont. When hitherward I took my luckless way. nor beyond the Oak And Scaean gates would venture. And brass. I know him now. To him then speak aloud the words I send. And am not to be won. solace of his bed! But say then. let him devise. and deceiv’d. And in the trench hath fix’d a palisade. of ruddy gold. Cloth’d as he is in shamelessness! my glance. love And cherish each his own? as her I lov’d E’en from my soul. He bore away. To other chiefs and Kings he meted out Their sev’ral portions. and iron hoar The share assign’d me. 138 . If that thou care to see. Now. With thee. And dug a trench around it. and they hold them still. But as with Hector now no more I fight. though captive of my spear. and keeps my cherish’d wife. wide and deep. Not far without the walls would Hector range His line of battle. since he once hath robb’d me. From me.A few divided. Who boast the praise of sense and virtue. There did I leave abundant store of wealth. Well! let him keep her. hath built a lofty wall. and women fair. And launch’d upon the main. And if th’ Earth-shaker send a fav’ring breeze. if yet he hope Some other Greek by treach’rous wiles to cheat. Save Atreus’ sons alone? or do not all. To-morrow morn. Ulysses. there indeed He once presum’d to meet me. thyself shall see. but my chiefest prize The monarch Agamemnon. hand to hand. and the other Kings. And from my onset narrowly escap’d. Thither from hence I bear. Himself who gave. Three days will bear us home to Phthia’s shore. but the most retain’d. Nor so the warrior-slayer Hector’s might Can keep in check. How best from hostile fires to save his ships. if not in fair-hair’d Helen’s cause? Of mortals are there none that love their wives. And all the Gods. Atreus’ son. with insult takes away. He hath completed many mighty works Without my aid. from me alone of all the Greeks. and freighted well my ships. my off’rings made to Jove. while I was in the field. That all may know his crimes.

round the walls of Troy I wage the war. Will I a daughter wed. let him choose some other Greek. and see my native land. Atreus’ son. May weigh with life. And aged Peleus’ wealth in peace enjoy. and would he proffer me Tenfold or twentyfold of all he has. yet ne’er will I By Agamemnon be prevail’d upon. at will. But should the Gods in safety bring me home. I by my Goddess-mother have been warn’d. Egyptian. of nobler blood than mine. or all the gold Sent to Orchomenos or royal Thebes. For not the stores which Troy. and spurn. Or ever may be his. yet her e’en so I wed not. nor his acts. Nor e’er of Agamemnon. himself I hold At a hair’s worth. The Archer-God. My glory all is gone. His gifts I loathe. The silver-footed Thetis. I ne’er shall see my home. enough! I pass him by. that o’er me A double chance of destiny impends: If here remaining. through each of which With horse and car two hundred warriors march: Nay. Till I have paid him back my heart’s offence. ere came the sons of Greece. But then undying glory shall be mine: If I return. and in works renown’d As Pallas. they say. and noble steeds: But when the breath of man hath pass’d his lips. I share no more his counsels. whom Jove hath robb’d of sense. And Greece can boast of many a lovely maid. not were she fair As golden Venus. in rock-built Pythos holds. In Hellas or in Phthia. contain’d In peaceful times. Nor strength nor foray can the loss repair. and wrong’d. Nor all the treasures which Apollo’s shrine.All brazen as he is. At Peleus’ hands I may receive a wife. he dare not meet. again He shall not cozen me! Of him. Who boasts her hundred gates. blue-ey’d Maid. treasurehouse of countless wealth. And tripods may be gain’d. were his gifts in number as the sand. Or dust upon the plain. Some fitting match. daughters fair Of chiefs who hold their native fortresses: Of these. a wife I may select: And ofttimes hath my warlike soul inclin’d To take a wedded wife. a fitting bride. but length of life 139 . of oxen and of sheep Successful forays may good store provide. He hath deceiv’d me once.

the aged Phoenix spoke. How then. on which attends renown. if so he will: For not by force will I remove him hence. and ratified. And with the morrow he with me shall sail And seek our native land. I yielded. Amyntor. when from Greece I fled Before my angry sire. their present scheme. and death be long deferr’d. confounded by his words. 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. And sage debate. son Of Ormenus.Shall then be mine. and thine acts to guide. and thine acts to guide. To vex th’ old man. can I consent To part. though Heav’n should undertake my age To prompt thy language. my father’s concubine. though Heav’n should undertake my age To wipe away. That day when he in Agamemnon’s cause From Phthia sent thee. of lofty Troy Ye see not yet the end. great Achilles. 140 . If others ask’d my counsel. suspecting. that upon his knees No child. he. on him relying Her people all with confidence are fill’d.’ Go then. they all. oft she pray’d me to seduce.” He said. by me begotten. and vig’rous youth restore. her my father lov’d. so fierce thy wrath. dear boy. a fair-hair’d concubine Cause of the quarrel. and on the Furies call’d His curse to witness. My anger unappeas’d. I should say. And by her love estrang’d. Me then he sent. on returning home Thy mind is set. Th’ infernal King. despis’d his wife. Alone? whom with thee aged Peleus sent. To prompt thy language. dear boy. inexperienc’d yet In all the duties of confed’rate war. and sleep to-night. can I consent To part. so sternly did he speak. ’Homeward direct your course. At length. For greatly fear’d he for the ships of Greece: ”If. In silence heard. on my head A curse invok’d. avails them nought. dear boy. and awful Proserpine. all-seeing Jove O’er her extends his hand. So not from thee. So not from thee. nor canst thou be induc’d To save the ships from fire. can I remain behind. in tears. But Phoenix here shall stay. e’er should sit: His curse the Gods have heard. instructor of thy youth. Such as I boasted. My mother.

Achilles. such pains I took. one in the vestibule Before my chamber door. Achilles. Who kindly welcom’d me. But thou. and roasted o’er the burning coals. and many a steer They slew. strength. And set before my mind the public voice. That thou mightst be the guardian of mine age. as thou art I made thee. when mortals have transgress’d. by sacrifice and pray’r. Such care I had of thee. And on the bounds of Phthia bade me dwell. Until at length to Phthia’s fruitful soil. my spirit brook’d not. A father shows. or fail’d To do aright. in virtue. to Peleus’ realm I came. Achilles.Then would I fain have slain him with the sword. The fires meanwhile Burnt constant: one beneath the porch that fac’d The well-fenc’d court. he gave me ample rule. For they. though my friends And kinsmen all besought me to remain. and by my hand Thy food were cut. rival of the Gods. his well-belov’d. They sing’d. Through all the breadth of Hellas then I fled. And drank in many a cup the old man’s wine. And lightly vaulted o’er the court-yard fence. The tenth dark night My chamber’s closely-fitting doors I broke. By turns relieving guards. may be sooth’d. And o’er the Dolopes hold sov’reign sway. Pray’rs are the daughters of immortal Jove. Nine nights they kept me in continual watch. He gave me wealth. And many a goodly sheep. and with such love As to his only son. And often. The bosom of my dress with wine was drench’d. Libations and burnt-off’rings. with fat o’erlaid. Had not some God my rising fury quell’d. then thee I made. and many swine. By guards alike and servant maids unmark’d. curb thy noble rage. rival of the Gods. 141 . The odium I should have to bear ’mid Greeks. Such. the cup were tender’d thee. or in the house be fed. But longer in my angry father’s house To dwell. my son. A heart implacable beseems thee not. Excelling thee. Mother of flocks. The Gods themselves. his gen’rous gifts bestow’d. no son Of mine I e’er might see. Rememb’ring that by Heav’n’s decree. may yet be mollified. Till on my knee thou satt’st. from my soul I lov’d thee. If branded with the name of patricide. in thy childish helplessness. honour. nor wouldst thou with others go Or to the meal. Thee too.

One case I bear in mind. strong And swift of foot. There laid he prostrate many a stately tree. And. The other Gods their hecatombs receiv’d. but still retain’d His vehement enmity. and here. So huge he was. ’mid friends. That many another brave man’s heart hath sway’d. But who rejects. and. Time was. and sternly casts them off. and many a youth 142 . Diana’s shrine alone no off’rings deck’d. and make their pray’r That Ate follow him and claim her dues. and by words appeas’d. To Saturn’s son they go. in times long past. How all occurr’d. smaller force had not avail’d. Which OEneus’ vineyard haunting. slew. I could not ask That thou thy cherish’d anger shouldst discard. This curse of war the golden-throned Queen Diana sent. This have we heard. Him who with honour welcomes their approach. or o’erlook’d. Discredit not their mission. that with AEtolia’s warlike bands Round Calydon the Acarnanians fought With mutual slaughter. of all the Greeks. these to save the town. heal her wounds. so fierce. nor their words. And in her wrath the arrow-darting Queen A savage wild-boar sent. And aid the Greeks. following. Then to the daughters of immortal Jove. dealing woe to man. the men thou lov’st the best. And not in later days. They greatly aid. in anger that from her OEneus the first-fruits of his field withheld. They plod in Ate’s track. show the like respect. will I at length recite. their anger might be still By gifts averted. how great so-e’er their need. hath sent To pray thine aid. and more Hath promis’d. none could blame thy wrath. If to thy tent no gifts Atrides brought. and wrinkled. with blossom and with fruit. Till now. that how-so-e’er might rage Their hostile feuds. Do thou. wrought him harm. With root and branch. But now large off’rings hath he giv’n. The Acarnanians burning to destroy. I grant thee. In praise of men in ancient days renown’d. son of OEneus. the sin was great. With youths and dogs from all the neighbouring towns Collected. outstrips their laggard pace. while Ate. and of feeble sight. Neglected. Him Meleager. o’er all the earth Before them flies: they. and hear him when he prays. Achilles. with gleaming tusks. With promises of more.But halt.

The tow’rs by storm assaulted. he nurs’d His wrath. (Marpessa her. When he to anger yielded. who against Apollo’s self For the neat-footed maiden bent his bow. Pluto and awful Proserpine. And pray’d to Heav’n above. and at the portals clos’d He knock’d in vain. bore To Idas. he withdrew To Cleopatra fair. A fierce contention then the Goddess rais’d. Rival of Alcyon’s melancholy fate. the town in flames: Then Meleager’s beauteous wife. Gloom-haunting Goddess. So long the Acarnanians far’d but ill. at length. resenting thus his mother’s curse. the thousand ills Recall’d. she her brother’s death bore hard. Nor dar’d. In mem’ry of the tears her mother shed. Althaea. With her. The richest land in lovely Calydon. But sterner his rejection of their suit. for tillage clear’d. The foe upon the tow’rs. In tears. Till to his very doors the war had reach’d. the nether pow’rs. Soon round the gates the din of battle rose. For the boar’s head and bristly hide. implor’d. 143 . his wedded wife. Down on her knees. despite the numbers of their host. which sometimes Swells in the bosom e’en of wisest men. a suppliant to his son. Upon the threshold of his lofty rooms Old OEneus stood. The friends he valued most. Yet they too fail’d his fix’d resolve to shake. and with her hands Beating the solid earth. When by far-darting Phoebus forc’d away). Her parents call’d the child Alcyone. from the depths Of Erebus Erinnys heard her pray’r. Of fifty acres: half for vineyard meet. strongest man of all who then Were living. Evenus’ daughter. Incens’d against his mother. While warlike Meleager kept the field. Maintain their ground before the city walls. And half of fertile plain. retiring from the field. His sisters and his brother join’d their pray’rs.Had by his tusks been laid upon the bier. her bosom wet with tears. between The Acarnanian and th’ AEtolian bands. which on a captur’d town attend. dark and stern of heart. and lov’d the best. beseeching him. Death on her son invoking. A fruitful plot they bade him set apart. then his aid Th’ AEtonian Elders and the sacred priests With promises of great reward implor’d.

our ships on fire. rev’rend sire. 144 . But not an equal share of honour gain. behoves us bear Our tidings. And equal honours shalt thou share with me. unsolicited. Depart we now. all unwelcome as they are. This too I say. And on soft couch repose. that without delay The rest might leave the tent. List’ning to the tale. These shall our message bear. yet he gain’d not. Wherewith we honour’d him above the rest. the city burnt with fire. Nor reeks he of his old companions’ love. and donn’d his glitt’ring arms.The slaughter’d men. then thus began Ajax.” He said. and of my kingdom half. swift of foot: ”Phoenix. and again He took the field. If thou hereafter. to prepare A bed for Phoenix. to-morrow morn Will we determine or to sail or stay.” Whom answer’d thus Achilles. The slayer may remain in peace at home. His spirit was rous’d within him. may be aton’d. Back to the chiefs awaiting our return. come. though he sav’d. my second father. the godlike son of Telamon: ”Ulysses sage. Achilles hath allow’d his noble heart To cherish rancour and malignant hate. By payment of a fine. and with his eyebrows gave a sign In silence to Patroclus. The rich reward they once were pledg’d to give. My love for thee perchance may turn to hate: My friend should honour him who honours me. nor let thy God Turn thitherward thy thoughts. and bear it in thy mind: Disturb me not with weeping and complaints. my honour comes From Jove. for this way our discourse Can lead to no result. Laertes’ high-born son. Thus did his act from doom th’ AEtolians save Spontaneous. The helpless children and deep-bosom’d dames A prey to strangers. take the gifts. stay thou the while. The battle join. whose will it is that I should here Remain beside the ships. while I retain Breath in my lungs and vigour in my limbs. the Greeks thou mayst protect. Thine aid will less be priz’d. And as a God be honour’d by the Greeks. But be not thou like him. But come with me. if him thou love. Relentless he! a son’s or brother’s death. Such honours move me not. To do Atrides grace.

and fain would claim to be. withhold his aid?” 145 . Without offence hast thou thy message giv’n. Achilles to his lov’d companion gave. Insulting. houseless vagabond. uprising. And for a single girl! we offer sev’n. The chiefs. Meanwhile Patroclus bade th’ attendant maids Prepare a bed for Phoenix. renown’d Ulysses. they obey’d. will pause. and bear my answer back: No more in bloody war will I engage. King of men. in wrathful mood. Of all the Greeks. And. thy best and dearest friends. There slept th’ old man. Diomede fair. enquir’d: ”Tell me. respect Thy hearth. swift of foot: ”Illustrious Ajax. whene’er I think How Agamemnon. Or still. held me forth to public scorn. On th’ other side Patroclus lay. And by his side. But go ye now. Within the tent’s recess Achilles slept. ’mid th’ assembled Greeks. the other will forego. valiant as he is. from Lesbos captive brought. I think That Hector. Daughter of Phorbas. son of Telamon. But fury fills my soul. whom. your ships enwrapp’d in fire.” Whom answer’d thus Achilles. And rugs. and Enyes’ rock-built fort. Shall reach the quarters of the Myrmidons. The forfeiture receiv’d. to the ships return’d. pledg’d them one by one In golden goblets. Ere he assail my ship and tents. remember that beneath thy roof We stand.” Thus he: they each the double goblet rais’d. with him The graceful Iphis. when Scyros’ isle He captur’d. Priam’s godlike son. When to Atrides’ tent the envoys came. Surpassing fair. What says he: will he save our ships from fire. We now bespeak thy courtesy. deputed by the gen’ral voice Of all the host. O’er slaughter’d Greeks. his just revenge. But thou maintain’st a stern. and waited for the morn. As some dishonour’d. and other gifts to boot. pride of Greece. to the Gods their due libations pour’d.The debt discharg’d. Till noble Hector. and linen light and fine o’erspread. then their tidings ask’d. Ulysses leading. And quickly laid the bed with fleeces warm. First Agamemnon. obdurate mood.

he counsels others. due libations pour’d. THE NIGHT ADVENTURE OF DIOMED AND ULYSSES. When his own spirit shall prompt. Homeward to turn. the distress of 146 . or Heav’n inspire. For not by force will he remove him hence. King of men. turn we to our rest. so he says. and all the chiefs with loud applause His speech confirm’d. He bids thee with the other chiefs concert The means thy people and thy ships to save. His anger is not quench’d. if so he will. then. here before you stand Ajax and both the heralds. according to his will. But hear ye all. they all in silence heard. since here of lofty Troy We see not yet the end. Amaz’d. and now Thine offers will have tenfold swoll’n his pride. Outspoke at length the valiant Diomed: ”Most mighty Agamemnon. And seek their native land. Her people all with confidence are fill’d. and sought the boon of sleep. And when the rosy-finger’d morn appears. and do as I advise: Refresh’d with food and wine (for therein lie Both strength and courage). Would that thou ne’er hadst stoop’d with costly gifts To sue for aid from Peleus’ matchless son. Then laid them down. King of men. Thyself among the foremost. ARGUMENT. so stern the message that he bore. Such was his language. Before our ships both horse and foot array. and will confirm my words. so will’d the chief. To go or stay: he then will join the fight.To whom again Ulysses. Old Phoenix left we there.” He said. all-seeing Jove O’er her extends his hand. Each to his sev’ral tent they all withdrew. sage. Upon the refusal of Achilles to return to the army. stout of heart: ”Most mighty Agamemnon. Nay more. Who with me went. but fiercer still It glows. But leave we him. on him relying. with bold hearts. And menaces himself at early dawn To launch his well-trimm’d vessels on the main. That with the morrow he with him may sail.” Ulysses thus. Long time in silence sat the chiefs of Greece. grave men. thy gifts and thee alike he spurns. For he before was over-proud.

But not on Agamemnon. and seize the famous horses of that prince. In night-long slumbers lay the other chiefs Of all the Greeks. On Menelaus weigh’d an equal dread. to confer. From him they are informed of the situation of the Trojans and auxiliary forces. who were lately arrived. the fair-hair’d Juno’s Lord. Flashes the lightning. to learn their posture. In their passage they surprise Dolon. 147 . and there. sweet slumber fell. He rose. The same night continues. then o’er his shoulders threw. awaking the leaders. Tawny and vast. His spirit within him sinking. the watchfires saw. the scene lies in the two camps. Thus as he mus’d. Upon the ships he look’d. with which they return in triumph to the camp. and thence of pipes and flutes He heard the sound. deep groan’d his mighty heart. They call a council of war. and Diomed. On the plain He look’d. Atreus’ son. and busy hum of men. Menelaus. Or op’ning wide the rav’nous jaws of war.Agamemnon is described in the most lively manner. and contriving all possible methods for the public safety. So Agamemnon from his inmost heart Pour’d forth in groans his multitudinous grief. are employed in raising the rest of the captains. Diomed undertakes the hazardous enterprise. whom Hector had sent on a like design to the camp of the Grecians. bringing in its train Tempestuous storm of mingled rain and hail Or snow. and o’er his body drew his vest. Ulysses. and the Thracians. but passes through the camp. far advanc’d before the walls of Troy. then grasp’d his pond’rous spear. son of Neleus. alarm’d. a lion’s skin. With Nestor. and discover their intentions. and makes choice of Ulysses for his companion. And by the roots his hair in handfuls tore To Jove on high. Nestor. If they some scheme in council might devise To ward destruction from the Grecian host. Nor on his eyes that night had slumber sat. by winter sprinkled o’er the fields. Down reaching to his feet. the wisest course appear’d. By various cares oppress’d. BOOK X. He takes no rest that night. Which. and determine to send scouts into the enemy’s camp. And underneath his well-turn’d feet he bound His sandals fair. As when from Jove. Blaz’d numberless. kill Rhesus with several of his officers. by gentle sleep subdued. and particularly of Rhesus. and men of Greece. They pass on with success.

And welcome was his presence to the King. my noble brother. to each his name And patronymic giving. Then on his head his brazen helmet plac’d. good brother? seek’st thou one The Trojan camp to spy? I greatly fear That none will undertake the task. if we hope the Greeks And Grecian ships from ruin to preserve. for his son Commands the watch. Then valiant Menelaus first began: ”Why thus in arms. and ask to rise. To meet his brother went he forth. How in one day one man has wrought such loss As Hector. I the while Will Nestor rouse. and wait thy coming. where’er thou go’st.” To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: ”Great need. and instruct the guard. or to them Thy message give. And bold defiance to the Trojans giv’n. had come to Troy. For never have I seen. and urge that he with us The outposts visit. alone To spy the movements of the hostile camp In the dark night: stout-hearted he must be. or heard men tell. As we shall long in bitter mem’ry keep. Haste thou amid the ships. dear to Jove. yet not the son Of God or Goddess. lest haply we might fail To meet.” He said: and Menelaus answer’d thus: ”What wouldst thou have me do then? here remain With them. on the Greeks has wrought. Round his broad chest a panther’s skin he threw. who. and follow in thy steps?” Him answer’d Agamemnon. Crossing the wat’ry waste. To Hector’s off’rings most his soul inclines. And in his brawny hand a lance he bore. have we both Of sagest counsels. and hither bring Idomeneus and Ajax. pay to each 148 . Such deeds hath he achiev’d. in his cause. with him Meriones. But thou. Him by the ship he found. The follower of the King Idomeneus: To them by pref’rence hath this charge been giv’n.Lest ill befall the Greeks. for in the camp are many paths. as a God rever’d. of Greece The mighty monarch. King of men: ”Remain thou here. Since turn’d against us is the mind of Jove. To him they best will listen. in act to arm. each sev’ral man Address. such havoc made.

and Phyleus’ noble son. and on his elbow propp’d. because these eyes of mine Sweet slumber visits not. But if thou wilt. The foe is close at hand. by cares of war Oppress’d. Should all be summon’d. I wander thus. Tydides. and vigour in my limbs. by toil and sleep o’erpow’r’d. nor in silence come. beside him lay his arms. King of men. ”Most mighty Agamemnon. For him are toil and danger yet in store. We like the rest must share the load of toil. The King to aged Nestor took his way: Him by his tent and dark-ribb’d ship he found On a soft couch. In the dark night. neglectful of their watch. nor keeps my mind Its wonted firmess. when other mortals sleep? Seek’st thou some mule broke loose. Know me for Agamemnon. nor are we sure He may not hazard e’en a night attack. Together to the outposts let us go. Much for the Greeks I fear. For nought to age’s weakness would he yield. two lances. others too. while I retain Breath in my lungs. On whom hath Jove. His shield. When to the battle. He question’d thus Atrides: ”Who art thou. nor bear thee haughtily. Raising his head. arm’d.All due respect. The guard repose. Gladly will I attend thee. beyond the lot of men. pride of Greece. since thou too know’st not sleep. spearman bold. Not all the hopes that Hector entertains Shall by the Lord of counsel be fulfill’d. Ajax the swift. And see if there. King of men: ”O Nestor! son of Neleus.” His brother thus with counsels wise dismiss’d.” To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied. Ulysses sage. Which Jove assigns to all of mortal birth. my limbs beneath me shake. Laid grief that ne’er shall end. I am ill at ease. or comrade lost? Speak. And leaps my troubled heart as tho’ ’twould burst My bosom’s bounds. and harass’d by the woes of Greece. Atreus’ son. If but Achilles of his wrath repent. he led his troops. to call in haste 149 . and ’twere well that one Across the camp should run. what wouldst thou here?” To whom thus Agamemnon. That wand’rest through th’ encampment thus alone. and a glitt’ring helm: There lay the rich-wrought belt the old man wore.

rous’d. Be not offended. Come then. But now. soon the voice his senses reach’d. with point of sharpen’d brass. and guard Shall find them. such the stress that now Weighs down our army. I must blame. not from indolence. and with them took his way. and round his body wrapped his vest. and I have sent him on To call those very men whom thou hast nam’d. Gerenian Nestor from his slumbers first Ulysses. Sometimes. Imploring aid. I own. Then took his spear. to fight or fly. And highly honour’d. nor can any Greek Justly refuse his summons to obey. dear to me as Menelaus is.” He said. And through the camp prepar’d to take his way. and downy pile. he lags behind. Loud shouting. And o’er his shoulders clasp’d a purple cloak. his broad shield across his shoulders thrown. Or want of sense. nor takes His share of labour. with ample folds. sage as Jove in council. and Idomeneus. And others let us call. ”Then none can blame him. But. and came To visit me. Waiting from me an impulse to receive. through the camp. I needs must say) He sleeps. Then on his feet his sandals fair he bound. there my orders were to meet. Laertes’ godlike son. reserve thy blame.” He said. 150 . for we. In the dark night to wander thus alone?” To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: ”Ulysses sage. King of men: ”For other times. beside the gates. and him they found beside his arms. Then. To Diomed.” To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied. with whom ’tis meet That we should counsel take. come thou then with us. Came forth again. Forth from his tent he came. old man. With all the chiefs he should be busied now.The godlike Ajax. and leaves the toil to thee alone. Ulysses to the tent return’d. and thus he spoke: ”What cause so urgent leads you. Doubled. but still regarding me. nor near at hand. that thus (Though thou shouldst take offence. the son of Tydeus. next They went. before me he was up. Theirs are the farthest ships. in this our utmost need.” To whom thus Agamemnon.

old man! no labour seems For thee too hard.” To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: ”True. As round a sheepfold keep their anxious watch The dogs. To all the Greeks. Good sons indeed I have. and Phyleus’ noble son. thus answer’d Diomed: ”Beshrew thy heart. his comrades slept around.” He said. and all alert beside their arms. And touched him with his foot. are there not younger men To run about the camp. and full of wisdom are thy words. good youths. When to the guard they came. loud the clamours rise Of men and dogs. So from their eyes was banish’d sleep. and thus in tone Reproachful spoke: ”Arouse thee. friend. the chance of life or death.” 151 . Tawny and dark. Tydeus’ son! Why sleep’st thou thus all night? or know’st thou not That on the very margin of the plain. He went. a lion’s hide. who might well my message bear. And little space between the camps is left?” Quick rous’d from sleep. the warrior round his shoulders threw. Down reaching to his feet. has come Down from the mountain. And if thou pity me. For on a razor’s edge is balanc’d now. and took his pond’rous spear. but on wakeful watch Intent. and thus address’d With cheering words the captains of the guard: ”Watch ever thus. Do thou then go (for thou my younger art). A gay-wrought carpet roll’d beneath his head. And close beside the ships the Trojans lie.Without his tent. their spears Stood upright. all sleep is banish’d thence. The old man saw. not sunk in sleep Found they the leaders. Gerenian Nestor close behind him stood. the burnish’d brass Like Heav’n’s own lightning. old man. still plainward turning At ev’ry movement in the Trojan camp. flashing far around. who in the neighbouring thicket hear Some beast. that. and followers brave And many. on the butts. who watch’d Through that disastrous night. thyself arouse Ajax the swift. nor be surpris’d By slumber. Stretch’d on a wild bull’s hide the chief repos’d. bold in search of prey. But great is now the stress that lies on Greece. and with him brought the chiefs. lest the foe a triumph gain. arous’d. well-pleas’d. Their heads upon their bucklers laid. and summon all The sev’ral chiefs? thou dost too much.

whose enduring heart For ev’ry deed of valour was prepar’d. the Trojan camp To enter? there some straggler he might take. if they mean Here by the ships to hold their ground. from corpses clear. and there the conf’rence held. With him to penetrate the Trojan camp. and said: ”Tydides. Then rose the valiant Diomed. spearman bold. and many chiefs to Diomed Proffer’d companionship. or back. The deep-dug ditch they cross’d. his decision less. Atreus’ son. Choose thou thine own companion. self-confident. so close at hand. The two Ajaces. and ample his reward. and high should be His place at banquets and at solemn feasts. high as Heav’n in all men’s mouths Would be his praise.This said. went Meriones. Or in the camp itself some tidings gain. Sated with vict’ry. and at her foot a lamb. ministers of Mars. he cross’d the ditch. more of confidence.” He said. one before other sees The better course. and said: ”Nestor. Where two combine. and ev’n though one alone The readiest way discover. admitted to the conf’rence. and eagerly Stood forth the son of Nestor. Yet were one comrade giv’n me. King of men. And stout Ulysses. Where Hector from the slaughter of the Greeks Turn’d back. Of all the many here that proffer aid 152 . but all the chiefs in silence heard. For ev’ry captain of a ship should give A coal-black ewe. and sat them down Upon an open space. whom thou wilt. and Nestor’s noble son. stood forth at once. to the council call’d: With them. Rose Agamemnon. and with him went The Grecian leaders. comrade dearest to my soul. that heart is mine. and hither scatheless bring His tidings. I should go With more of comfort. What are their secret counsels. to the town retire. The royal Menelaus. Stood forth Meriones. I dare alone Enter the hostile camp. This could he learn. yet would be His judgment slower. when Ev’ning spread her veil around: There sat they down. Gerenian Nestor first took up the word: ”O friends! is any here with heart so bold Who dares.” He said. A prize beyond compare.

son of Ormenus. Thus with accoutrements and arms supplied. a simple casque. But go we. prov’d In ev’ry danger. and to Pallas dear. Well wrought within. and a sword. How can I pass the sage Ulysses by? Of ready wit. nor from respect To persons leave the better man behind. on the right. and said.” Whom answer’d thus Ulysses. Not though the purest royal blood were his. And take the worse. The youthful warrior Thrasymedes gave To Diomed a two-edg’d sword (his own Had in the ship been left) and ample shield. but heard the cry.Him whom thou deem’st the best. 153 . night wanes fast. with num’rous straps secur’d. A bow. scatter’d here and there By skilful hand. and well-fill’d quiver. Autolycus Gave to Amphidamas. Meriones to sage Ulysses gave. Spoil of his pillag’d house. Such as is worn by youths to guard their head. through the gloom They saw it not indeed. And on th’ outside. nor exaggerated praise Bestow on me. the midst with felt was lin’d. Then on his brows a leathern headpiece plac’d. he again Gave to his son. This from Amyntor. and both prepar’d to don their arms. I should not fear. And on his brows a leathern headpiece plac’d. from whom It now encircled sage Ulysses’ brow. by Pallas sent. the morn is near: The stars are high in Heav’n. by him accompanied. nor def’rence show to rank. with wild boars’ gleaming tusks Profusely garnish’d. They left their brother chiefs. Amphidamas To Molus. a heron. one third alone remains.” He said. ”If my companion I may freely choose. To pass through fire. Without or peak or plume. and safely both return. pledge of friendship. nor censure. So far in prudence he surpasses all.” In fear for Menelaus thus he spoke: Then answer’d valiant Diomed. stout of heart: ”Tydides. Rose. and took their way. Then close beside their path. Cytheran chief. Autolycus from Eleon bore away. for thou speak’st To those who know me all for what I am. and of the night Two thirds are spent. and dauntless courage. Who in Scandea dwelt. Meriones.

There was one Dolon in the Trojan camp. to his endless praise.” Thus Hector spoke. now Befriend me. on they far’d Through the deep dead of night. undaunted. the nightly watch neglect. thou Wast with him. that for a rich reward A noble work will undertake? A car And two strong-collar’d horses. and learn if still They keep their wonted watch. and left behind. But great. Such as the Trojans long may bear in mind. not fair of face. who. best of all That can be found within the Grecian lines. hear. The godlike Tydeus. To whom his prudent speech he thus address’d: ”Who is there here. An envoy. Upon Asopus’ banks the mail-clad Greeks. We may return. as with my father erst. and thine arm was his defence: So be thou now with me. untam’d. Smooth was the message which to Thebes he bore. like lions twain. Then on thine altar will I sacrifice A yearling heifer. child of Jove. but all in silence heard. The leaders and the councillors of Troy. in the Trojan camp. And. with triumph crown’d. and blacken’d gore. ’Mid slaughter. did Hector leave The chiefs to rest. worn with toil. Who thus to Hector and the Trojans spoke: 154 . when to Thebes he went. now. some great exploit achiev’d. Shall he receive.” Thus as they pray’d. rich in gold And brass. broad of brow. Goddess. corpses. meditate retreat. thus the brave Tydides pray’d: ”My voice too. in advance. were the deeds That with thine aid he wrought. Then. by our arms Subdued and vanquished. Shall dare approach the ships. their devotions ended. their pray’r the Goddess heard. and me defend. and tip her horns with gold. for. Goddess.” Him following. thou child Of aegis-bearing Jove.The fav’ring sign with joy Ulysses hail’d. And be with me. who still hast stood In ev’ry peril at my side. but all to conf’rence call’d. The herald’s son. whose eye My ev’ry movement sees. grant that safe. Nor. And thus to Pallas pray’d: ”Hear me. or. but swift of foot. his mission ended. Whereon no yoke hath mortal ever laid: Her will I give. Eumedes. arms. Amid five sisters he the only son.

we then with sudden rush May seize him. though unfulfill’d the oath. at the sound he stopp’d. By Hector sent. The crowd of men and horses left behind. if to play The spy about the ships. he. and in his hand A jav’lin. where all the chiefs Debate in council. And swore to him: ”Be witness Jove himself. and swear That I the horses and the brass-bound car Shall have.” Thus saying. beside the road They crouch’d. Briskly he mov’d along. on his head A cap of marten’s fur. Turn we aside. The Lord of thunder. and to Tydides said: ”See.”Hector. a glorious prize. Deeming that from the Trojan camp they came.” He said. or less. and to night address’d His active limbs. the city cutting off his flight. Thyself except. or rob the dead. hasten’d by. And from. with dauntless courage I will dare Approach the ships. or if he outstrip us both By speed of foot. from the camp where some one this way comes. A grisly wolf-skin o’er it. For thee they are reserv’d. from the camp he took his way. the boast of Peleus’ matchless son: Not vain shall be my errand. shall e’er those horses drive. to order his return. may urge him tow’rd the ships. 155 . all unconscious. right through the camp I mean to pass To Agamemnon’s tent. Straight to the Grecian ships. his bow across his shoulders slung. ’mid the dead. and Hector took his royal staff. But hold thou forth thy royal staff. With what intent I know not. or to fight or fly. The hope to Dolon fresh assurance gave. For foes he knew them. Driving him still before us with our spears.” Thus Hector swore. that no Trojan man. But when such space was interpos’d as leave Between the sluggish oxen and themselves [3] A team of mules (so much the faster they Through the stiff fallow drag the jointed plough). but never thence Destin’d to bring th’ expected tidings back. they rush’d in hot pursuit. nor deceive Thy hopes. Ulysses first Mark’d his approach. and bring thee tidings sure. and let him pass us by A little way. Forthwith. Within a spear’s length when they came. They rush’d upon him.

and threw his spear. in tears: ”Spare but my life. hard are they 156 . could he learn That in the Grecian ships I yet surviv’d. above his shoulder flew The polish’d lance. or I hurl my spear. lest haply from the walls Some other might anticipate his blow. well practis’d in the chase. fresh vigour Pallas gave To Diomed. Ent’ring your hostile camp.” To whom Ulysses. Close by the guard. With fiery zeal. In woodland glade. Tydides then with threat’ning gesture cried. that thought to win The horses of Achilles. with panic paralys’d: His teeth all chatt’ring. and quiver’d in the ground. If I assail thee. Through the dark night he sent me. to learn if still Ye keep your wonted watch. meditate retreat. but tell me truly this. deep-designing. and brass. when other mortals sleep? Com’st thou perchance for plunder of the dead? Or seek’st upon our ships to play the spy. of escape from death. That flies before them. and small thy chance. screaming.” He said.” To whom Ulysses thus with scornful smile: ”High soar’d thy hopes indeed. off’ring as my prize Achilles’ horses and his brass-bound car. ”Stop. Tydides and Ulysses. How is ’t that tow’rd the ships thou com’st alone. For ample stores I have of gold. or hare. unflagging. strain’d to catch The flying Dolon. and enjoin’d. Sudden he stopp’d. and of these my sire Would pay a gen’rous ransom. from the camp cut off. of my better mind Hector beguil’d me. By Hector sent? or of thine own accord?” Then Dolon thus–his knees with terror shook– ”With much persuasion. he thus. nor let the fear of death Disturb thy mind. panting. my life I can redeem. And he himself but second honours gain. thus: ”Be of good cheer. your nightly watch neglect. but by design It struck him not. In the still night. pale with fear he stood. stout of heart. But when the fugitive approach’d the ships. And well-wrought iron. strain to catch. or by our arms Subdued and vanquish’d. And worn with toil. they came up And seiz’d him in their grasp.And as two hounds. With falt’ring accents. so those two. With glist’ning fangs. some pricket deer. unflagging.

But take me now in safety to the ships. Ere ye return. for th’ Allies. But tell me truly this. Where left’st thou Hector. And the Maeonians with their horsehair plumes. New come. The Caucons. Not one is station’d to protect the camp. the Phrygian cavalry. when here thou cam’st. His armour golden. the Goddess-born. A marvel to behold! it seems not meet For mortal man. to the town return?” Whom Dolon answer’d thus. Due caution exercise: but. 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. among themselves. And see if I have told you true.” To whom in answer sage Ulysses thus: ”Say now. Or leave me here in fetters bound. the son of Eioneus. the farthest off. Hector. near Ilus’ tomb. but for th’ immortal Gods. and the bold Pelasgians next.” 157 . of gigantic size. A watch is kept. On Thymbra’s side the Lycians’ lot has fall’n. and to the Trojans leave the watch. Eumedes’ son: ”Thy questions all true answers shall receive. that so. Around the Trojan fires indeed. Save for Achilles’ self. and they. But for the guards thou speak’st of. or back. perforce. The Paeon archers and the Leleges. noble chief. ye may approve my words. no steeds that e’er I saw For size and beauty can with his compare: Whiter than snow. Eumedes’ son: ”To this too will I give ye answer true. the Thracians lie: Rhesus their King. and swifter than the wind. Since nor their children nor their wives are near. where sleep they? with the Trojans mix’d. But why of these enquire? if ye intend An inroad on the camp. Sated with vict’ry. sits In conf’rence. Or separate? explain. or no. apart from all. far apart.” Whom answer’d Dolon thus. with those who share his counsels. Sleeps in the midst. The Mysians brave. that I may know. With gold and silver is his chariot wrought. Next to the sea the Carian forces lie.For mortal man to harness or control. They sleep.

his horses ready stood. No farther trouble shalt thou cause the Greeks. Tydides. Beside him stood his coursers fleet. The cap of marten fur from off his head They took. these Ulysses held aloft. in order due. describ’d. then with reeds. to thee. and as Tydides’ sword 158 . and said. they might haply miss the spot. And as a lion on th’ untended flock Of sheep or goats with savage onslaught springs. Surrounded by his warriors. though good thy tidings. In triple rows.To whom thus Diomed with stern regard: ”Dolon. Now then. For if we now should let thee go. or do thou the men Despatch. these our gifts. their reins Suspended to the chariot’s topmost rail: Ulysses mark’d him as he lay. conduct us now. The Thracian camp and Thracian steeds to gain. and to my care the horses leave. And thus to Pallas pray’d. hope not thou. their arms Beside them on the ground. whom we slew. his head was roll’d in dust. great Goddess. He set a mark. and as the suppliant sought in vain To touch his beard. lest in the gloom of night Returning. And jav’lin. Harness’d and yok’d. Then on they pass’d thro’ arms and blacken’d gore.” He said.” Thus as he spoke. these the steeds. to ’scape the doom of death.” He said: and Pallas vigour new inspir’d. and the bow unstrung. through his throat. amid the tamarisk scrub Far off he threw the trophies. That right and left he smote. again In after times thou mightst our ships approach. There found they all by sleep subdued. or open enemy: But if beneath my hands thou lose thy life. the wolf-skin. To us by Dolon. Both tendons sev’ring. Rhesus slept. Of all th’ Immortals on Olympus’ height. who gave the spoil: ”Receive. drove his trenchant blade: Ev’n while he spoke. and by the side of each. put forth thy might. Ev’n so Tydides on the Thracians sprang. the earth was red with blood. And twigs new broken from the tamarisk boughs. Once in our hands. beseems it not To stand thus idly with thine arms in hand: Loose thou the horses. imploring. dire were the groans Of slaughter’d men. ”This is the man. As secret spy. Till twelve were slain. Our off’rings first we give. And reach’d the confines of the Thracian camp.

the while. 159 . that perchance The horses. And said. He groan’d as on his comrade’s name he call’d: Then loud the clamour rose. their destin’d goal. and with his bow (For whip was none at hand) he drove them forth. lov’d of Heav’n. Ulysses by the feet Drew each aside. Meantime arriv’d where Hector’s scout they slew. remain’d behind. Painfully breathing. A thirteenth victim to his sword was giv’n. Musing what bolder deed he yet might do. and wild uproar. They marvell’d at the deeds. To draw away. lest. urg’d to speed. or. thou shouldst need to fly. The Thracian councillor. Meanwhile Ulysses sage the horses loos’d. He gather’d up the reins. the Trojan camp he sought. And Rhesus’ kinsman. nothing loth. then mounted quick. With anger fill’d. but marvell’d more How they who wrought them had escap’d unscath’d. for by Pallas’ art. whereon the arms were laid. reflecting. from sleep arous’d. But while he mus’d. The son of OEneus standing o’er his head. and in Ulysses’ hand The bloody trophies plac’d. And mounted straight the car. and welt’ring in their blood. betimes Of thy return. beside him Pallas stood. for as yet they knew them not. they flew. lifted high in air. ”Bethink thee. Tydides from the car Leap’d to the ground. They tow’rd the ships their rapid course pursued. and his friends Gasping in death. Tydeus’ son. a moment check’d His eager steeds. He saw that night. And tow’rd the ships. as in an evil dream. But when Tydides saw the sleeping King.” She said. the heav’nly voice he recogniz’d. Where late had stood the horses. of Trojans thronging round. Nor idle watch Apollo kept. urg’d on The fiery horses. when the vacant space he view’d.Gave each to death. might refuse to pass The corpses. Awaking. startled. Ulysses touch’d The horses with his bow. if some other God Should wake the Trojans. who saw Tydides o’er the plain by Pallas led. Ulysses. he. Whether the seat. To bear it off in triumph on the car. and. Then softly whistling to Tydides gave A signal. Unspeakable. Or on the Thracians farther loss inflict. good Hippocoon.

’Tis not my wont. the best of all his band. that met you by the way. and o’er the ditch the horses drove. to spy our camp. where stood. First with strong halters to the rack. Bestow’d them. Ulysses then The bloody spoils of Dolon stow’d away In the ship’s stern. Then.Nestor first heard the sound. The sweat wash’d off. Ulysses and brave Diomed May bring those horses from the Trojan camp. Whose King the valiant Diomed hath slain. 160 . And by the Trojan chiefs. The horses they secur’d. rejoicing. enquiring. they wash’d away the sweat. and with him went The other chiefs. But these. hurrying. radiant as the beams of light? Among the Trojans day by day I move. and friendly words. child of aegis-bearing Jove. E’en better horses could have giv’n than these. his own swift-footed steeds. And Pallas. Am I deceiv’d. High-fed with corn. but horses such as these I never saw.” He scarce had ended. strikes mine ear. pride of Greece. they sought the polish’d bath.” He said. some God hath giv’n them. sure. and all their limbs Anointed freely with the lissom oil. ”O friends. and in the ocean waves Themselves refresh’d. loves you both. renown’d Ulysses. Gerenian Nestor first. the Cloud-compeller. to the sea Descending then. till fitting sacrifice To Pallas might be offer’d. by the bath restor’d. so great their pow’r. old warrior though I be. or is it true? methinks The sound of horses. A scout too have we slain. when themselves appear’d. said: ”Tell me.” To whom again the sage Ulysses thus: ”O Nestor. And from the car descended: welcom’d back With cordial grasp of hands. through the camp. and knees had dried. Which on their necks. are Thracians. Exulting in their prize. son of Neleus. Had they so will’d. Grant Heav’n. and thighs. Arriv’d at Diomed’s well-order’d tent. by Hector sent. The leaders and the councillors of Greece. pride of Greece. Whence come these horses? from the Trojan camp? Or hath some God. the Gods. Yet much I fear our bravest may have met With some disaster ’mid the crowd of foes. and cried. old man. For Jove. To lag behind. And with him twelve. newly come.

Agamemnon bears all before him. fourteenth. AND THE ACTS OF AGAMEMNON. leads the Grecians to battle. Upon Ulysses’ lofty ship she stood.Sat down to breakfast. thence to shout to either side. Or of Achilles. in the other wing of the army. is pierced with an arrow by Paris. and from flowing bowls In Pallas’ honour pour’d the luscious wine. Patroclus in his return meets Eurypylus also wounded. with its various actions and adventures. To mortals and Immortals bringing light. 161 . 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. is extended through the twelfth. who is encompassed by the Trojans. ARGUMENT. Nestor entertains him in his tent with an account of the accidents of the day. Juno. while Jupiter. wounded. and part of the eighteenth books. Or to the tents of Ajax Telamon. Confiding in their strength. and Minerva. tending to put Patroclus upon persuading Achilles to fight for his countrymen. And dearer to their hearts than thoughts of home Or wish’d return. Hector prepares the Trojans to receive them. and the same day. and assists in that distress. give the signals of war. Ulysses and Diomed put a stop to him for a time. and in the utmost danger. having armed himself. till Menelaus and Ajax rescue him. THE THIRD BATTLE. This book opens with the eight-and-twentieth day of the poem. and carried from the fight in Nestor’s chariot. He then makes a great slaughter of the enemy. till the king should be wounded. and in accents loud And dread she call’d. Hector comes against Ajax. There stood the Goddess. had moor’d their ships. but that hero alone opposes multitudes and rallies the Greeks. and Hector is commanded by Jupiter (who sends Iris for that purpose) to decline the engagement. being wounded by Paris. and a long recital of some former wars which he had remembered. When to the ships of Greece came Discord down. who at each extreme. Agamemnon. seventeenth. BOOK XI. In the meantime Machaon. sixteenth. The scene lies in the field near the monument of Ilus. thirteenth. but the latter. fifteenth. and retire from the field. and fix’d in ev’ry breast The fierce resolve to wage unwearied war. became the battle-field. or at least to permit him to do it clad in Achilles’ armour. The midmost. Now rose Aurora from Tithonus’ bed. with dire portents of war. Despatch’d from Jove.

Fasten’d with silver clasps. Around it ran ten circling rims of brass. his triple head. Forthwith they order’d. full-siz’d. In sign of many a warrior’s coming doom. loudly shouting. Who sent from Heav’n a show’r of blood-stain’d rain. Ten bands were there inwrought of dusky bronze. themselves. in arms accoutred. they lin’d the ditch. with horsehair plumes. A Gorgon’s head. Polydamas. the silver scabbard shone. Hector’s self. First on his legs the well-wrought greaves he fix’d. with aspect terrible. And. Four-crested. each his charioteer. The Trojan chiefs were gather’d. And on the belt a dragon. giv’n by Cinyras In pledge of friendship. for in Cyprus’ isle He heard the rumour of the glorious fleet About to sail for Troy. his ample chest A breastplate guarded. as a God 162 . twice ten of shining tin: Of bronze six dragons upwards tow’rds the neck Their length extended. double-peak’d. Was wrought. from the warrior’s head. in the centre. And loud. the clamour rose. a little space between: But Jove with dire confusion fill’d their ranks. and turn’d on ev’ry side.Atrides. well-prov’d in fight. Then took two weighty lances. and sought with gifts To win the favour of the mighty King. one of dusky bronze. Meanwhile upon the slope. Advanc’d before the cars. three on either side: In colour like the bow. sallied forth. Twelve of pure gold. With twenty bosses round of burnish’d tin. On foot. ere early dawn. Follow’d the cars. Sprung from a single neck. bright flash’d The golden studs. To stay his car beside the ditch. wrought in bronze. tipp’d with brass. with Fear and Flight encircled round: Depending from a silver belt it hung. Then on his brow his lofty helm he plac’d. That nodded. Soon to the viewless shades untimely sent. which Saturn’s son Plac’d in the clouds. 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. a sign to mortal men: Then o’er his shoulder threw his sword.-fearful. Twin’d his lithe folds. next his shield He took. AEneas. well-wrought. call’d the Greeks To arms: himself his flashing armour donn’d. With golden baldrick fitted. beneath the plain.

the slayers and the slain. all in brass. and fast the trusses fall. the youthful Acamas. like wolves. Rush’d to the onset. He heeded not their anger. Them left he there. Beheld. heav’nly fair. but withdrawn Apart from all. So now in front was Hector seen. First sprang the monarch Agamemnon forth. And. While yet ’twas morn. while those. Yet all the cloud-girt son of Saturn blam’d. his people’s guard. and all the brain Was shatter’d. And brave Bienor slew. in pride of conscious strength. As in the corn-land of some wealthy Lord The rival bands of reapers mow the swathe. Antenor’s three brave sons. he. So Greeks and Trojans mow’d th’ opposing ranks. and hasten’d in pursuit 163 . their bare breasts gleaming white. of the heav’nly pow’rs She only mingled with the combatants. Agenor’s godlike presence. and as amid the clouds Shines forth the fiery dog-star. to stay the weapon’s point. The others all were absent. Polybus. Who will’d the vict’ry to the arms of Troy. Goddess dire. his friend and charioteer. for each Amid Olympus’ deep recesses built. The flash of arms. in the forest’s deep recess. Thick flew the shafts. And. nor aught avail’d The brass-bound helm. but between his brows The monarch’s spear was thrust. they. In front was seen the broad circumference Of Hector’s shield. and now Pass’d to the rear. with the chief. Stripp’d of their arms. and wearied with the toil Of felling loftiest trees. Survey’d the walls of Troy. Anon beneath the cloudy veil conceal’d. and wax’d the youthful day. Prepare their food. Then Grecian valour broke th’ opposing ranks. Nor these admitted thought of faint retreat. he fell. As each along the line encourag’d each. Repos’d in gorgeous palaces. the ships of Greece. forward as he rush’d. with aching arms Turn with keen relish to their midday meal. and fast the people fell On either side: but when the hour was come When woodmen. serene. But still made even head. down-leaping from the car. bright and clear. His burnish’d arms like Jove’s own lightning flash’d. Barley or wheat. rejoicing.In rev’rence held. Discord. Oileus. Through helm and bone it pass’d. Stood forth defiant. exhorting.

with gentle words. While. Agamemnon. and one legitimate. Though close at hand she be. Known to him both. Seduc’d by Paris’ gold and splendid gifts. and tears. avail them aught. Sons of Antimachus (’twas he who chief. But all ungentle was the voice they heard In answer. who counsel gave. with a lion’s bound. When noble Menelaus came to Troy With sage Ulysses. our sire Antimachus Possesses goodly store of brass and gold. and bath’d in sweat. Through the thick coppice and the forest flies. drove Through Isus’ breast his spear. These of their armour he despoil’d in haste. Both on one car. Priam’s sons. and hurl’d him from his car. Advis’d the restitution to refuse Of Helen to her Lord). Themselves in terror of the warlike Greeks. and with a spear-thrust through his breast 164 . Atreus’ son. swift of foot. till for ransom freed. the bastard held the reins: Beside him stood the gallant Antiphus. Both on one car. And well-wrought iron. Panting. ”If indeed ye be the sons Of that Antimachus. when thither captive brought From Ida by Achilles. nor can their dam. Redeem our lives. suppliant. imploring. Pay now the forfeit of your father’s guilt.” He said. the King assail’d. ”Give quarter. To slay them both. as ambassadors. for he had seen them oft Beside the ships. So dar’d no Trojan give those brethren aid. the monster’s rush. As when a lion in their lair hath seiz’d The helpless offspring of a mountain doe. bewilder’d there they stood. as they fed their flocks on Ida’s heights. And breaks their bones with ease. Them. For she herself by deadly terror seiz’d.Of Antiphus and Isus. and bold Hippolochus. The mighty monarch. his weighty sword Descended on the head of Antiphus Beside the ear. Peisander next. could he hear That in the Grecian ships we yet surviv’d. in the car. Achilles once had captive made. nor suffer their return. upon them sprang The son of Atreus. and of these he fain Would pay a noble ransom. but from their hands had dropp’d The broider’d reins.” Thus they. They clasp’d his knees. A bastard one. and bound With willow saplings. and with strong teeth Crushes their tender life.

athwart the pass of war. more welcome sight To carrion birds than to their widow’d wives. While from the plain thick clouds of dust arose Beneath the armed hoofs of clatt’ring steeds. foot on foot. Atrides urg’d their flight. and where the thickest throng Maintain’d the tug of war. Slaying the hindmost. Down leap’d Hippolochus. So forward and so fierce he bore his spear. And dust. midway o’er the plain. fast falls the copse Prostrate beneath the fire’s impetuous course. of guiding hands bereft. urging still the Greeks to arms. Still slaying. they in terror fled: Some headlong. Some o’er the open plain were yet dispers’d. But as he near’d the city. backward he fell. ancient son of Dardanus. So these the monarch Agamemnon chas’d. and fac’d the foe’s assault. by eddying winds Hither and thither borne. Soon on the Trojans’ flight enforc’d they hung. the Trojans fled. But Hector. by a lion scatter’d wide. And on her entrails gorging. As heifers. At dead of night. And tow’rd the fig-tree. But when the Scaean gates and oak were reach’d. Atrides’ hand Hurl’d from their chariot many a warrior bold. Jove withdrew. but Atreus’ son Severing his hands and neck. Still on Atrides press’d. And on the monarch Agamemnon press’d. and stood beneath The lofty wall.Peisander dash’d to earth. and blood. the Sire of Gods and men From Heav’n descended. and horse on horse. Destroying. Was many an empty car at random whirl’d By strong-neck’d steeds. laps her blood. As when amid a densely timber’d wood Light the devouring flames. Straining to gain the town. on one descends The doom of death. the Greek pursuit With eager shouts exciting. his unconquer’d hands With carnage dyed. amid the throng Sent whirling like a bowl the gory head. and. And here and there. her with his pow’rful teeth He seizes. from the fray and din of war. thither he flew. her neck first broken. So thickly fell the flying Trojans’ heads Beneath the might of Agamemnon’s arm. on the topmost height Of Ida’s spring-abounding hill he sat: 165 . all fly. And with him eager hosts of well-greav’d Greeks. These left he there. past the tomb Of Ilus. rends. Stretch’d on the plain they lay. While loudly shouting. and carnage. They made a stand. backward some.

Iphidamas. sage as Jove In council. who on Olympus dwell. to none content to cede The foremost place. Who first oppos’d to Agamemnon stood. Loud. and address’d him thus: ”Hector. rose the battle-cry. And stood beside him. she found. With brandish’d jav’lins urging to the fight. Antenor’s gallant son. Raging. and Darkness spread her hallowing shade. Stalwart and brave. struck By spear or arrow. opposed they stood. In line of battle rang’d. As to the ships shall bear him. But urge the rest undaunted to maintain The stubborn fight. But urge the rest undaunted to maintain The stubborn fight. Priam’s son.” Thus he. obedient to his word. and Darkness spread her hallowing shade. 166 . to Troy. but should Atrides. was Agamemnon seen. struck By spear or arrow. He from the battle keep himself aloof. he the Universal Lord Sends thee by me this message. and dealing death amid the ranks.” Swift-footed Iris said. and dealing death among the ranks. and to Hector bear From me this message. to his car withdraw. that as long As Agamemnon in the van appears. Say now. ere the sun Decline. He shall from me receive such pow’r to slay. to his car withdraw. bid him. Hither and thither passing through the ranks. ye Nine. in fertile Thracia bred. Back roll’d the tide.And while his hand the lightning grasp’d. 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. Thou from the battle keep thyself aloof. Thou shalt from him receive such pow’r to slay As to the ships shall bear thee. at his bidding. and disappear’d. But from his chariot Hector leap’d to earth. but should Atrides. From Ida’s heights swift-footed Iris sped: Amid the horses and the well-fram’d cars The godlike Hector. And in the front. thou son of Priam. ere the sun Decline. Of all the Trojans and their fam’d Allies. he thus To golden-winged Iris gave command: ”Haste thee. swift Iris. Raging.

But when Antenor’s eldest-born beheld. and came himself on foot to Troy. from the marriage straight Embarking. Him Agamemnon of his arms despoil’d. but when tidings came Of Grecian warfare. as by the feet he drew His father’s son. Antenor’s sons. Yet from the combat flinch’d he not. striking on his belt.Mother of flocks. th’ observ’d of all men. That owned his sway. ev’n upon the corpse Of dead Iphidamas. Atrides miss’d his aim. first he gave A hundred steers. he slept The iron sleep of death. and slack’d his limbs in death. beneath the elbow’s bend. Beneath the bossy shield the monarch thrust His brass-clad spear. and to wife Gave him his daughter. fair Theano’s sire. these on Percote’s shore He left. And to the crowd of Greeks the trophies bore. Who now confronted Atreus’ godlike son. struck off his head: So by Atrides’ hand. and promis’d thousands more Of sheep and goats from out his countless flocks. unperceiv’d by Atreus’ godlike son. in his infant years. yet unpossess’d. Standing aside. then Iphidamas Beneath the breastplate. Far from his virgin-bride. falling in his country’s cause. The point. with twelve beaked ships he sailed. And. and slack’d his limbs in death. Coon. away. When near they drew. bitt’rest grief His eyes o’ershadow’d. There. then on his neck Let fall his sword. 167 . Then near approaching. Still in his house retain’d him. His spear diverging. then with his pow’rful hand The monarch Agamemnon seiz’d the spear. Though bought with costly presents. Iphidamas. Strove with strong hand to drive the weapon home: Yet could not pierce the belt’s close-plaited work. Writh’d with the pain the mighty King of men. like lead. And drove right through the weapon’s glitt’ring point. In his own palace rear’d. for his brother’s fate. he struck him with his spear. him. and when he reach’d The perfect measure of his glorious youth. Was bent. Through the mid arm. nor quail’d: But grasping firm his weather-toughen’d spear On Coon rush’d. And tow’rd him drew. Invoking all the bravest to his aid. unhappy he. encounter’d by the silver fold. His grandsire Cisseus. and with a lion’s strength Wrench’d from his foeman’s grasp. And as he drew the body tow’rd the crowd.

stern as blood-stain’d Mars. and endless honour gain. But loud and clear he shouted to the Greeks: ”O friends. the chiefs and councillors of Greece.” 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. and ye Dardans fam’d In close encounter. Then through the crowded ranks. who first. the Lord of counsel. through the day Wills not that I the battle should maintain. Mounting his car he bade his charioteer Drive to the ships. Yours be it now our sea-borne ships to guard: Since Jove. and battles with the hurricane.” He said: and swiftly to the ships were driv’n His sleek-skinn’d coursers. as when the west wind drives The clouds. died. 168 . As from the field their wounded Lord they bore: But Hector. with dust their flanks. and AEsumnus. and then Autonous. by Lucina sent. himself in front advanc’d. To Trojans and to Lycians call’d aloud: ”Trojans and Lycians. As when a woman in her labour-throes Sharp pangs encompass. the nameless crowd He scatter’d next. Fell on the masses as a whirlwind falls. Opites. who last. And massive stones. Illustrious Hector. While the hot blood was welling from his arm. with spear and sword. son Of Clytus. Assaeus first. and stanch’d the blood. Whom Jove had will’d to crown with honour. With foam their chests were fleck’d. and Jove on me Great glory hath shed. as he saw the King retire. Lashing with furious sweep the dark-blue sea. ev’n so keen The pangs that then Atrides’ might subdued. Say then. he held his furious course. Who rules o’er child-birth travail. for sore his spirit was pain’d. now headlong on the Greeks Urge your swift steeds. Keen anguish then Atrides’ might subdued. quit ye now like men. Dolops. But when the wound was dry. on the Greeks So cheer’d the valiant Trojans Priam’s son. to the shades were sent. and Opheltius. Bent on high deeds. from the field Their bravest has withdrawn. All these the chiefs of Greece. and brave Hipponous. Put forth your wonted valour. Agelas And Orus.Their doom accomplish’d. by Hector’s hand. nothing loth they flew.

Stripp’d of their armour. And to the rescue. he sprang. Those two. had not Ulysses thus To Diomed. the Trojans scatt’ring. The Trojan columns following. These left they there. Through the left breast transfix’d: Ulysses’ hand His charioteer. not unmov’d 169 .Before the clearing blast of Notus driv’n. slew. valiant Diomed. while he himself Rush’d ’mid the throng on foot. and high aloft. So thick and furious fell on hostile heads The might of Hector. the Cloud-compeller.” He said. should we thus relax Our warlike courage? come. he. gave the Greeks. and met his doom. The gale. The son of Tydeus. of strength and life at once bereft. True friend! if Hector of the glancing helm Our ships should capture. great were our disgrace. smote. careering. while Ulysses slew Hippodamus. stand by me now. with a shout. would fain at home Have kept them from the life-destroying war: But they. son of Tydeus. not to us. ill-advis’d. These two. had in th’ attendants’ charge His horses left far off. Then with his spear Tydides through the loins Agastrophus. time again to breathe. and Greeks beside their ships had fall’n In shameful rout. the brave Molion. Hector’s quick glance athwart the files beheld. and bold Hyperochus. call’d: ”Why. whereto to fly: But. by adverse fate impell’d to seek Their doom of death. his warning voice despis’d. turning so to bay. But brief will be the term of our success. Then turning. wills the victory. flings the ocean spray. But to the Trojans. each party slaught’ring each. and still endure. o’er all In lore prophetic skill’d. the son of Paeon. Since Jove. held His even scale. No car had he at hand.” Whom answer’d thus the valiant Diomed: ”Beside thee will I stand. Now had fearful deeds Been done. From Hector flying. and from his car Thymbraeus hurl’d. The big waves heave and roll. no more to share the fight. the son of Tydeus. Sons of Percotian Merops. from Ida’s height beholding. spread confusion ’mid the crowd: As turn two boars upon the hunter’s pack With desp’rate courage. A car they seiz’d which bore two valiant chiefs. Thus Jove.

and the helmet from his head. trusting to thy bow alone. As bleating goats upon a lion. Dardan’s son.” He said. poising. There crouching. And thus bespoke Ulysses at his side: ”On us this plague. and ’scap’d the doom of death Then thus. look. vile hound. hast thou escap’d. And others seek on whom my hap may light. Tydides cried: ”Yet once again. amid the clash of spears. his stalwart hand Propp’d on the ground. but beside the stone That mark’d where men of old had rais’d a mound To Ilus. Drove ’mid the crowd. with threat’ning spear. Joyous he laugh’d.” To whom. for the visor’d helm. it touch’d Thy very life! so should our Trojans lose Their panic fear. meanwhile from thee I turn. Thy doom was nigh. Tydides’ dexter foot Right through it pierc’d. and pinn’d it to the ground. Phoebus. Himself it reach’d not. if a guardian God I too may claim. three-plated. this mighty Hector. stay’d its force. unmov’d. deep buried in thy flank. Yet backward Hector sprang amid the crowd. But ere Tydides. Hector reviv’d. Attain’d from far the spot whereon he fell.The valiant Diomed his coming saw.” He said. but. the valiant Diomed: ”Poor archer. And on his knees he dropp’d. Paris. Apollo’s gift. on Hector’s head it struck His helmet’s crest. and turn’d him of his arms to strip The son of Paeon. from his shoulders broad The buckler. Vile sland’rer and seducer! if indeed Thou durst in arms oppos’d to me to stand. falls: Yet stand we firm. and mounting quick his car. brass encount’ring brass. hurl’d his pond’rous spear. but thee thy God hath sav’d. When I shall end thee. He from the breast of brave Agastrophus Had stripp’d the corslet. and. Against the son of Tydeus bent his bow. and boldly meet the shock. 170 . and thus in tones of triumph cried: ”Thou hast it! not in vain my shaft hath flown! Would that. and from his hiding place Sprang forth. and not in vain His arrow launch’d. following up his spear. When Paris bent his bow. while darkness veil’d his eyes. fair-hair’d Helen’s Lord. the ancient chief. Well mayst thou pray! We yet shall meet again. And not in vain. to whom. who now on thee with dread.

Nought would avail thy arrows and thy bow: And now, because thy shaft hath graz’d my foot, Thou mak’st thine empty boast: I heed thee not, More than a woman or a puny child: A worthless coward’s weapon hath no point. ’Tis diff’rent far with me! though light it fall, My spear is sharp, and whom it strikes, it slays. His widow’s cheeks are mark’d with scars of grief, His children orphans; rotting on the ground, Red with his blood, he lies, his fun’ral rites By carrion birds, and not by women paid.” Thus while he spoke, Ulysses, spearman bold, Drew near, and stood before him; he, behind, Sat down protected, and from out his foot The arrow drew; whereat sharp anguish shot Through all his flesh; and mounting on his car He bade his faithful charioteer in haste Drive to the ships, for pain weigh’d down his soul. Alone Ulysses stood; of all the Greeks Not one beside him; all were panic-struck: Then with his spirit, perturb’d, he commun’d thus: ”Me miserable! which way shall I choose? ’Twere ill indeed that I should turn to flight By hostile numbers daunted; yet ’twere worse Here to be caught alone; and Saturn’s son With panic fear the other Greeks hath fill’d. Yet why, my soul, admit such thoughts as these? I know that cowards from the battle fly; But he who boasts a warrior’s name, must learn, Wounded or wounding, firmly still to stand.” While in his mind and spirit thus he mus’d, Onward the buckler’d ranks of Trojans came, And, to their harm, encircled him around. As when a boar, by dogs and stalwart youths Attack’d, the shelt’ring thicket leaves, and whets The tusks that gleam between his curved jaws; They crowd around, though ring his clatt’ring tusks, And, fearful though it be, await his rush: So crowded round Ulysses, dear to Jove, The Trojans; he, with brandish’d spear aloft, Sprang forth, and through the shoulder, from above, Deiopites wounded: Thoon next He slew, and Ennomus; then with his spear Chersidamas, in act to quit his car, Thrust through the loins below his bossy shield: Prone in the dust, he clutch’d the blood-stain’d soil. From these he turn’d; and wounded with his spear Charops, the high-born Socus’ brother, son 171

Of Hippasus; then forward sprang, to aid His brother, godlike Socus; close he stood Before Ulysses, and address’d him thus: ”Far-fam’d Ulysses, as in arms, in wiles Unwearied, thou this day o’er both the sons Of Hippasus, two mighty warriors slain, And of their armour spoil’d, shalt make thy boast, Or by my spear thyself shalt lose thy life.” He said, and on the shield’s broad circle struck: Through the bright shield the sturdy weapon drove, And through the rich-wrought baldrick, from the ribs Tearing the flesh away; but Pallas seiz’d, And turn’d it from the vital parts aside. The wound, Ulysses knew, was not to death, And back he drew, and thus to Socus cried: ”Ill-fated thou! thy doom hath found thee now; Me hast thou hinder’d from the war awhile; But thee to swift destruction and dark death, This day I doom: great glory, of thee subdued, Shall I obtain, and Hades take thy soul.” Thus he: and Socus, turning, sought to fly; But as he turn’d him round, Ulysses’ spear Behind his neck, between the shoulder blades Was driv’n, and through his chest; thund’ring he fell, And o’er his fall Ulysses, vaunting, thus: ”Socus, thou son of warlike Hippasus, Here hast thou found, nor couldst escape, thy doom. Ill-fated thou! nor sire’s nor mother’s hand Shall gather up thy bones, but carrion birds O’er thee shall flap their baleful wings, and tear Thy mangled flesh; for me, whene’er I die The sons of Greece will build my fun’ral pile.” From out his flesh, and from the bossy shield, The spear of Socus, as he spoke, he drew; And as he drew it forth, out gush’d his blood, With anguish keen. The Trojans, when they saw Ulysses’ blood, with clam’rous shouts advanc’d Promiscuous; he, retiring, shouted loud To call his comrades; loud as head of man Could bear, he shouted thrice; and thrice his shout The warlike Menelaus heard, and thus To Ajax, standing by his side, he spoke: ”Ajax, thou Heav’n-born son of Telamon, Great chief of men, methinks I hear the voice Of stout Ulysses, as though left alone, And in the stubborn fight cut off from aid, 172

By Trojans overmaster’d. Haste we then, For so ’twere best, to give him present aid. Brave though he be, yet left alone, I fear Great cause we Greeks may have to mourn his loss.” He spoke, and led the way; the godlike chief Follow’d his steps: Ulysses, dear to Jove, Surrounded by the Trojan host they found, As hungry jackals on the mountain side Around a stag, that from an archer’s hand Hath taken hurt, yet while his blood was warm And limbs yet serv’d, has baffled his pursuit; But when the fatal shaft has drain’d his strength, Thirsting for blood, beneath the forest shade, The jackals seize their victim; then if chance A hungry lion pass, the jackals shrink In terror back, while he devours the prey; So round Ulysses, sage in council, press’d The Trojans, many and brave, yet nobly he Averted, spear in hand, the fatal hour; Till, with his tow’r-like shield before him borne, Appear’d great Ajax, and beside him stood. Hither and thither then the Trojans fled; While with supporting arm from out the crowd The warlike Menelaus led him forth, Till his attendant with his car drew near. Then Ajax, on the Trojans springing, slew Doryclus, royal Priam’s bastard son; Next Pyrasus he smote, and Pandocus, Lysander, and Pylartes; as a stream, Swoll’n by the rains of Heav’n, that from the hills Pours down its wintry torrent on the plain; And many a blighted oak, and many a pine It bears, with piles of drift-wood, to the sea So swept illustrious Ajax o’er the plain, O’erthrowing men and horses; though unknown To Hector; he, upon Scamander’s banks Was warring on the field’s extremest left, Where round great Nestor and the warlike King Idomeneus, while men were falling fast, Rose, irrepressible, the battle cry. Hector, ’mid these, was working wondrous deeds, With spear and car, routing th’ opposed youth; Yet had the Greeks ev’n so their ground maintain’d, But godlike Paris, fair-hair’d Helen’s Lord, Through the right shoulder, with a three-barb’d shaft, As in the front he fought, Machaon quell’d: For him the warrior Greeks were sore afraid Lest he, as back the line of battle roll’d, Might to the foe be left; to Nestor then 173

Idomeneus address’d his speech, and said: ”O Nestor, son of Neleus, pride of Greece, Haste thee to mount thy car, and with thee take Machaon; tow’rd the vessels urge with speed The flying steeds; worth many a life is his, The skilful leech, who knows, with practis’d hand, T’ extract the shaft, and healing drugs apply.” He said: Gerenian Nestor at the word Mounted his car, Machaon at his side, The skilful leech, sage AEsculapius’ son: He touch’d his horses; tow’rd the Grecian ships, As was his purpose, nothing loth, they flew. To Hector then Cebriones, who saw Confus’d the Trojans’ right, drew near, and said: ”Hector, we here, on th’ outskirts of the field, O’erpow’r the Greeks; on th’ other side, our friends In strange confusion mingled, horse and man, Are driv’n; among them Ajax spreads dismay, The son of Telamon; I know him well, And the broad shield that o’er his shoulders hangs; Thither direct we then our car, where most In mutual slaughter horse and foot engage, And loudest swells, uncheck’d, the battle cry.” He said, and with the pliant lash he touch’d The sleek-skinn’d horses; springing at the sound, Between the Greeks and Trojans, light they bore The flying car, o’er bodies of the slain And broken bucklers trampling; all beneath Was plash’d with blood the axle, and the rails Around the car, as from the horses’ feet, And from the felloes of the wheels, were thrown The bloody gouts; yet on he sped, to join The strife of men, and break th’ opposing ranks. His coming spread confusion ’mid the Greeks, His spear awhile withheld; then through the rest, With sword, and spear, and pond’rous stones he rush’d, But shunn’d the might of Ajax Telamon. But Jove, high thron’d, the soul of Ajax fill’d With fear; aghast he stood; his sev’nfold shield He threw behind his back, and, trembling, gaz’d Upon the crowd; then, like some beast of prey, Foot slowly following foot, reluctant turn’d. As when the rustic youths and dogs have driv’n A tawny lion from the cattle fold, 174

Watching all night, and baulk’d him of his prey; Rav’ning for flesh, he still th’ attempt renews, But still in vain: for many a jav’lin, hurl’d By vig’rous arms, confronts him to his face, And blazing faggots, that his courage daunt; Till, with the dawn, reluctant he retreat: So from before the Trojans Ajax turn’d, Reluctant, fearing for the ships of Greece. As near a field of corn, a stubborn ass, Upon whose sides had many a club been broke, O’erpow’rs his boyish guides, and ent’ring in, On the rich forage grazes; while the boys Their cudgels ply, but vain their puny strength, Yet drive him out, when fully fed, with ease: Ev’n so great Ajax, son of Telamon, The valiant Trojans and their fam’d Allies, Still thrusting at his shield, before them drove: Yet would he sometimes, rallying, hold in check The Trojan host; then turn again to flight, Yet barring still the passage to the ships. Midway between the Trojans and the Greeks He stood defiant; many jav’lins, hurl’d By vig’rous arms, were in their flight receiv’d On his broad shield; and many, ere they reach’d Their living mark, fell midway on the plain, Fix’d in the ground, in vain athirst for blood. Him thus, hard press’d by thick-thrown spears, beheld Eurypylus, Euaemon’s noble son. He hasten’d up, and aim’d his glitt’ring spear; And Apisaon, Phausias’ noble son, Below the midriff through the liver struck, And straight relax’d in sudden death his limbs. Forth sprang Eurypylus to seize the spoils: But godlike Paris saw, and as he stoop’d From Apisaon’s corpse to strip his arms, Against Eurypylus he bent his bow, And his right thigh transfix’d; the injur’d limb Disabling, in the wound the arrow broke. He ’mid his friends, escaping death, withdrew, And to the Greeks with piercing shout he call’d: ”O friends, the chiefs and councillors of Greece, Turn yet again, and from the doom of death Great Ajax save, hard press’d by hostile spears: Scarce can I hope he may escape with life The desp’rate fight; yet bravely stand, and aid The mighty Ajax, son of Telamon.” Thus spoke the wounded hero: round him they With sloping shields and spears uplifted stood: 175

Ajax to meet them came; and when he reach’d The friendly ranks, again he turn’d to bay. So rag’d, like blazing fire, the furious fight. Meanwhile the mares of Neleus, drench’d with sweat, Bore Nestor and Machaon from the field; Achilles saw, and mark’d them where he stood Upon his lofty vessel’s prow, and watch’d The grievous toil, the lamentable rout. Then on his friend Patroclus from the ship He call’d aloud; he heard his voice, and forth, As Mars majestic, 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, Peleus’ son?” To whom Achilles, swift of foot, replied: ”Son of Menoetius, dearest to my soul, Soon, must the suppliant Greeks before me kneel, So insupportable is now their need. But haste thee now, Patroclus, dear to Jove: Enquire of Nestor, from the battle field Whom brings he wounded: looking from behind Most like he seem’d to AEsculapius’ son, Machaon; but his face I could not see, So swiftly past the eager horses flew.” He said: obedient to his friend’s command, Quick to the tents and ships Patroclus ran. They, when they reach’d the tent of Neleus’ son, Descended to the ground; Eurymedon The old man’s mares unharness’d from the car, While on the beach they fac’d the cooling breeze, Which from their garments dried the sweat; then turn’d, And in the tent on easy seats repos’d. For them the fair-hair’d Hecamede mix’d A cordial potion; her from Tenedos, When by Achilles ta’en, the old man brought; Daughter of great Arsinous, whom the Greeks On him, their sagest councillor, bestow’d. Before them first a table fair she spread, Well polish’d, and with feet of solid bronze; On this a brazen canister she plac’d, And onions, as a relish to the wine, And pale clear honey, and pure barley meal: By these a splendid goblet, which from home Th’ old man had brought, with golden studs adorn’d: Four were its handles, and round each two doves Appear’d to feed; at either end, a cup. 176

Scarce might another move it from the board, When full; but aged Nestor rais’d with ease. In this, 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, and whitest barley meal, And of the draught compounded bade them drink. They drank, and then, reliev’d the parching thirst, With mutual converse entertain’d the hour. Before the gate divine Patroclus stood: The old man saw, and from his seat arose, And took him by the hand, and led him in, And bade him sit; but he, refusing, said: ”No seat for me, thou venerable sire! I must not stay; for he both awe and fear Commands, who hither sent me to enquire What wounded man thou hast; I need not ask, I know Machaon well, his people’s guard. My errand done, I must my message bear Back to Achilles; and thou know’st thyself, Thou venerable sire, how stern his mood: Nay sometimes blames he, where no blame is due.” 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, by arrow or by spear Sore wounded, all our best and bravest lie? The valiant son of Tydeus, Diomed, Pierc’d by a shaft; Ulysses by a spear, And Agamemnon’s self; Eurypylus By a sharp arrow through the thigh transfix’d; And here another, whom but now I bring, Shot by a bow, from off the battle field: Achilles, valiant as he is, the while For Grecian woes nor care nor pity feels. Waits he, until our ships beside the sea, In our despite, are burnt by hostile fires, And we be singly slain? not mine is now The strength I boasted once of active limbs. O that such youth and vigour yet were mine, As when about a cattle-lifting raid We fought th’ Eleans; there Itymoneus I slew, the son of brave Hyperochus, Who dwelt in Elis; and my booty drove. He sought to guard the herd; but from my hand A jav’lin struck him in the foremost ranks: He fell, and terror seiz’d the rustic crowd. 177

as many wide-spread herds of goats. and all our bravest slain. Yet so. and to the Gods Due off’rings made. These we dispos’d of soon. the others all were gone. Large spoils retain’d. I of these Alone was left. th’ Epeians treated us With insult. Whence over-proud. but when the third day rose. intent To raze its walls. and e’en my horses hid. Collected thus. King of men. Bootless. and much it gladden’d Neleus’ heart. to arm Neleus forbade. these we drove By night. A herd of oxen now. Three hundred. by Pallas’ grace A name I gain’d above our noblest horse. with. with their shepherds. horse and foot.Abundant store of plunder from the plain We drove: of horned cattle fifty herds. but me. Train’d to the course. which around. their army was encamp’d. four horses. The might of Hercules in former years Had storm’d our town. When Pallas from Olympus’ heights came down In haste. Back in all haste. for to him Large compensation was from Elis due. Our foes return’d. and high-handed violence. The foals of many running with their dams. the Pylians’ leading men Division made: for Elis ow’d us much. and his acts. Neleus’ city. and num’rous flock Of sheep. these Augeas. untutor’d in the arts of war. The city of Thryum. And thrice so many golden-chesnut mares. Such wrongs we few in Pylos had sustain’d. Deeming me yet unripe for deeds of war. But eager all for fight. Twelve gallant sons had Neleus. To Pylos. Far off. Th’ old man his words resenting. albeit on foot. by Alpheus’ banks. Detain’d. the rest among the crowd He shar’d. that none might lose his portion due. th’ old man selected for himself. 178 . the clear-voic’d heralds call’d For all to whom from Elis debts were due. As many flocks of sheep. th’ extremest verge Of sandy Pylos. The plain already they had overspread. in numbers. as many droves Of swine. Yet boys. and bade us all prepare for war. That I. He for the Tripod at th’ Elean games Had sent to run. and grieving for their horses’ loss. them the Molion twins. though new to war. On no unwilling ears her message fell. is a lofty mound. such prize had won. When morn appear’d. with their cars. and bade the drivers home return.

remorse shall touch his soul. And each in arms upon the river’s brink Lay down to rest. Veil’d in thick cloud. I onward rush’d. His eldest daughter’s husband. I slew. For we. Chief of their horsemen. as ’mid Gods. by troops of footmen quickly join’d. remember now th’ injunctions giv’n By old Menoetius. he fell. there Pallas bade us turn. Then Jove great glory to the Pylians gave. had I slain. by midday. to o’erruling Jove our off’rings made. To Pallas. Stay’d we our steeds. Hard by Arene. Had not th’ Earth-shaking God. Bold spearman. expecting morn. ’Mid men. th’ Epeians brave Fled diverse. who all the virtues knew Of each medicinal herb the wide world grows. yet hereafter. Mulius. Such once was I ’mid men. and gath’ring up the scatter’d arms. In order’d ranks we took our ev’ning meal. We reach’d. I first a warrior slew. To Alpheus and to Neptune each a bull. I. while yet I was. when they saw their champion fall. all in arms. battle gave. Dear friend. and seiz’d his car. as sunlight overspread the earth. But when the Pylians and th’ Epeians met. And fifty cars I took. For o’er the wide-spread plain we held pursuit. the Greeks Back from Buprasium drove their flying cars To Pylos. the Pylian horse. their mighty sire. on the town’s destruction bent. Encamp’d. Thence in all haste advancing. foremost in the fight. term’d the Mound. when the Greeks Have perish’d all. a heifer fair. To Jove and Pallas praying. withdrawn them from the field. Him. Stood ’mid the foremost ranks. of Jove. with my brass-tipp’d spear. Minyis by name. Then saw they mighty deeds of war display’d. Slaying. as on he came. the Molions. and the rock Olenian. flowing to the sea. There the last man I slew. of Nestor.There is a river. magnifying all the name. Then Actor’s sons. Augeas’ son-in-law. and Alesium. The yellow-hair’d. There. Agamede. when from Phthian land 179 . With the dark whirlwind’s force. Alpheus’ sacred stream. blue-ey’d Maid. Where we. and left. Nor till corn-clad Buprasium. two men in each Fell to my spear. for close beside us lay Th’ Epeians. Now to himself alone Achilles keeps His valour. rushing to his car. and bit the bloody dust.

” Thus he. he will. Actor’s son. old Peleus bade his son To aim at highest honours. within. Or message by his Goddess-mother brought From Jove. do thou with prudent words And timely speech address him. and from a golden bowl O’er the burnt-off’ring pour’d the ruddy wine. Patroclus’ spirit within him burn’d. and stir his soul.’ ”Such were the old man’s words. The Trojans. obey. If haply he will hear thee. may forsake the field. We two. and thyself within the house. Toil-worn. and advise And guide him. for little pause has yet been theirs. Menoetius there we found. 180 . Scar’d by his likeness. I began My speech. but thou hast let His counsel slip thy mem’ry. Heard all his counsel. to the well-built house Of Peleus we on embassy had come. and bade us sit. while ye were busied with the flesh. yet ev’n now Speak to Achilles thus. Thou art in years the elder. Fresh and unwearied. With food and wine recruited. surpris’d. Menoetius. worn and battle-wearied men. And took us by the hand. Then let him bid thee to the battle bear His glitt’ring arms. he in strength Surpasses thee. Achilles rose. To thee this counsel gave: ’My son. from our ships and tents. and surpass His comrades all. While in the court-yard aged Peleus slew. and who knows But by the grace of Heav’n thou mayst prevail? For great is oft a friend’s persuasive pow’r. much sage advice Your elders gave. And breathing-time afford the sons of Greece. And tow’rd Achilles’ tent in haste he sped. and Laertes’ godlike son. Achilles.He sent thee forth to Agamemnon’s aid: I. Throughout Achaia’s fertile lands to raise The means of war. ’Achilles is by birth above thee far. let him send thee forth With all his force of warlike Myrmidons. ye with ease may drive To their own city. restrain him. That thou mayst be the saving light of Greece. Dispensing all the hospitable rites. And to the Lord of thunder offer’d up A fatten’d steer. Stood at the gate. to his good. if so the men of Troy. But if the fear of evil prophesied.’ he said. and urg’d ye both to join the war: Nor were ye loth to go.

halting from the battle-field. For Podalirius and Machaon both. justest of the Centaurs. the wounded warrior led Within the tent. prop of Greece.But. running. There met him. with his dagger. And where were built the altars of the Gods. their onset grows. But save me now. There cut the arrow out. have the Greeks. as Ulysses’ ship he pass’d. Euaemon’s Heav’n-born son. Still do the Greeks ’gainst Hector’s giant force Make head? or fall they. hast learn’d. Heav’n-born Patroclus. and from the wound With tepid water cleanse the clotted blood: Then soothing drugs apply.” To whom again Menoetius’ noble son: ”How may this be? say. from the thigh Cut out the biting shaft. pounded in his hands. and lead me to the ships. while from his grievous wound Stream’d the dark blood. and passing his supporting hand Beneath his breast. Menoetius’ noble son with pity saw. Where was the Council and the Justice-seat. but all must perish by their ships: For in the ships lie all our bravest late. thou. of healing pow’r. far from friends and native home. brave Eurypylus. then as he lay reclin’d. by Trojan hands. And deeply sorrowing thus address’d the chief: ”Woe for the chiefs and councillors of Greece! And must ye. Eurypylus. By spear or arrow struck. ’tis said. The other on the plain still dares the fight. Of aid. yet ev’n so I will not leave thee in this weary plight. he. yet firm was still his soul. one lies wounded in the tents. From Chiron. and from the wound With tepid water cleans’d the clotted blood. Sent by Gerenian Nestor. Then.” He said. Shot through the thigh. th’ attendant saw. a root applied 181 . Our leeches. Eurypylus: ”No source. With tidings to Achilles. hour by hour. Glut with your flesh the rav’ning dogs of Troy? Yet tell me this. vanquish’d by his spear?” To whom with prudent speech. Heav’n-born Eurypylus. And fiercer. Which from Achilles. and spread The ox-hide couch. Himself requiring sore the leech’s aid. his head and shoulders dank With clammy sweat. Patroclus. What must I do? a messenger am I.

which appeared on the left hand of the Trojans. and Heptaporus.Astringent. and stanch’d the blood. embark’d. and enters at the head of his troops. Rhodius. Nine days against the wall the torrent beat. and Simois. who victoriously pursue the Grecians even to their ships. and Priam’s city untaken stood. Polydamas advises to quit their chariots. when some were slain. To guard their ships. and manage the attack on foot. and Peleus’ son his wrath Retain’d. and having divided their army into five bodies of foot. So long the Grecian wall remain’d entire: But of the Trojans when the best had fall’n. which all his pain Allay’d. and continues the attack. The Greeks having retired into their entrenchments. Thus o’er the wounded chief Eurypylus Watch’d in his tent Menoetius’ noble son. begin the assault. anodyne. But to the Gods no hecatombs had paid. but it proving impossible to pass the ditch. and AEsepus. the wound was dried. This Hector opposes. And Jove sent rain continuous. That they the ships and all the stores within Might safely keep. and round it dug the ditch. THE BATTLE AT THE GRECIAN WALL. The Trojans follow his counsel. Granicus. Where helms and shields lay buried in the sand. Sarpedon makes the first breach in the wall: Hector also. Scamander’s stream divine. that the wall 182 . ARGUMENT. Of Greeks. and thence not long endur’d. Then Neptune and Apollo counsel took To sap the wall by aid of all the streams That seaward from the heights of Ida flow. Caresus. And a whole race of warrior demigods: These all Apollo to one channel turn’d. casting a stone of a vast size. Nor the broad wall above. against the will of Heav’n The work was done. had ta’en their homeward way. BOOK XII. after many actions. Hector attempts to force them. While Hector liv’d. And Greeks. in which. some yet surviv’d. Rhesus. But hand to hand the Greeks and Trojans fought. Nor longer might the ditch th’ assault repel. which Greeks had built. But upon the signal of an eagle with a serpent in his talons. Polydamas endeavours to withdraw them again. When the tenth year had seen the fall of Troy. forces open one of the gates.

swift he turns. while they in close array Stand opposite. for the wide ditch Withheld them. high-thund’ring. there to descend And from our cars in narrow space to fight Were certain ruin. and we again be driv’n 183 . led on the stream. If it be indeed The will of Jove. Where best to break the circling ranks.Might sooner be submerg’d. fought. here and there. and us to aid. And brave Allies. or lion. Now by fast-flowing Hellespont dispers’d. laid. His trident in his hand. ’Tis crown’d with pointed stakes. while Neptune’s self. to confound The Greeks in utter rout. Urg’d his companions on to cross the ditch: The fiery steeds shrank back. in vain we seek to drive Our horses o’er the ditch. As when. ’tis hard to cross. with logs and stones. The wall destroy’d. but on foot they burn’d To make th’ attempt. but meanwhile Fierce rag’d the battle round the firm-built wall. o’er all the shore he spread A sandy drift. By Hector scar’d. Essay the passage. and frequent shoot their darts. in future days. and. and all ye other chiefs of Troy. Thick-set and strong. stood Upon the topmost brink. and thus Polydamas. as ever. A boar. but firm he stands With suicidal courage. and them behind Is built the Grecian wall. to valiant Hector spoke: ”Hector. Such were. snorting. Who with the whirlwind’s force. where’er He makes his rush. to be the works Of Neptune and Apollo. which there the sons of Greece Had planted. Turns on his foes. and bade the streams return To where of old their silver waters flow’d. I should rejoice that ev’ry Greek forthwith Far from his home should fill a nameless grave. Nor yet his spirit quails. with well-wheel’d car attach’d. Laborious. Scarce might a horse. amid the crowd. Washing away the deep foundations. And at the top with sharpen’d stakes were crown’d. But should they turn. in his pride of strength. fell minister of Dread. by the Greeks. by dogs and hunters circled round. the circling ranks give way: So Hector. And frequent clatter’d on the turrets’ beams The hostile missiles: by the scourge of Jove Subdued. to repel th’ invading foes. easy nor to leap nor cross: For steep arose on either side the banks. the Greeks beside their ships were hemm’d. Approaching near.

stout AEneas led The fourth. Nor long. Escap’d from death. son of Hyrtacus. Hear then my counsel. the noble Hector when they saw. Such were our loss. And Hector sprang. Anchises’ son. The nest division was by Paris led. Hard by Arisba. If that their doom be nigh. Asius was the third. Sarpedon held The chief command. refus’d His horses and his charioteer to leave. for Hector left. then gave command Each to his own attendant. and Acamas. the third By Helenus. Antenor’s sons. the son of Hyrtacus. The other Trojans and renown’d Allies The words of wise Polydamas obey’d: But Asius. his counsel pleas’d.” Thus spoke Polydamas. and brave Deiphobus. Then parting. With them advancing to assail the ships. with their sev’ral chiefs. The best and bravest. they who long’d the most To storm the wall. To guard the horses. All arm’d. and ourselves on foot.Back from the ships. Delay’d the other chiefs. interlac’d their shields of tough bull’s-hide. form’d in order of attack. and deem’d the Greeks Would. from off his car. one of lesser note. and fight beside the ships. Two sons of Priam. Archilochus With him. and for his comrades chose Asteropaeus. let us all agree With our attendants here upon the bank To leave our horses. fall before their ships. in arms. and hurried down the ditch. With them Cebriones. These. press on where Hector leads. With eager step advanc’d. the Greeks. and the warlike might Of Glaucus. Both skill’d alike in ev’ry point of war. In five divisions. save himself. unconscious! from before those ships. unresisting. that scarce a messenger Would live to bear the tidings to the town Of our destruction by the rallied Greeks. and Alcathous. Blind fool. Asius. Of the far-fam’d Allies. these o’er all the rest he held Pre-eminent in valour. who brought His tow’ring fiery steeds from Selles’ stream. with horses and with car Triumphant. will make no stand. to the breezy heights of Troy 184 . Who o’er them all superior stood confess’d. Round Hector throng’d. and bold Polydamas. by the ditch To keep the chariots all in due array. Agenor.

and OEnomaus. And Thoon. but fall amid their ships. As on the mountain side two tow’ring oaks. two warriors of the prime. Deucalion’s son. Await th’ approaching din of men and dogs. Maintain’d defensive warfare. Iamenus. upon the mountain side. which the boist’rous wind. As wintry snow-flakes. Their warders held them open’d wide. Which many a day have borne the wind and storm. Pirithous’ son. before the gates they found Two men. undaunted. Their bull’s-hide shields uplifted high. stubbornly they fought. Then sideways rushing. On th’ other side. advanc’d Against the well-built wall. nor deem’d they that the Greeks Would hold their ground. Acamas The son of Asius. and friends above: For from the well-built tow’rs huge stones were hurl’d By those who for themselves. two sons Illustrious of the spear-skill’d Lapithae: Stout Polypoetes one. Thither he bent his course. what way the Greeks With horse and chariot from the plain return’d. As when two boars. with. And heard the cry of Greeks in panic fear. But when they saw the wall by Trojans scal’d. Ripp’d from the roots. with clamours loud Follow’d his troops. spreads fast and close O’er all the surface of the fertile earth: So thick. The weapons flew. Firm rifted by their strong continuous roots: So in their arms and vigour confident Those two great Asius’ charge. With whom Leonteus. So clatter’d on those champions’ brass-clad breasts The hostile weapons. met. 185 . loud clash their clatt’ring tusks. thick they fell. on helm and bossy shield With grating sound the pond’rous masses rang.He never shall return. He tow’rd the left inclin’d. before the gates to fight. ill-omen’d fate O’ershadowing. Orestes. Till to the huntsman’s spear they yield their lives. from Grecian and from Trojan hands. shouts and wild uproar. Driving the shadowy clouds. their tents and ships. flying from the plain. Little they knew. those within to save the ships Calling meanwhile on all the well-greav’d Greeks. Asius the King. Sprang forth those two. snap the wood around. and the gates Unguarded found by bolt or massive bar. dooms him by the spear to fall Of brave Idomeneus. Relying on their strength. to save Perchance some comrade. bold as blood-stain’d Mars: So stood these two before the lofty gates. That way he drove his horses.

” He said: but Jove regarded not his words. Smote. below the waist. but hard It were for me. and breathing still. and Ormenus he slew: Meantime Leonteus. huge of size. For. though two alone. That by some rocky pass have built their nests. So much on Hector’s triumph he was bent. to leftward of th’ astonish’d crowd. Abandon not their cavern’d home. on the blast was borne away. Nor stay’d the brazen helm the spear. or bees. the Greeks. onward as he rush’d. till they be or ta’en or slain. From these while they their glitt’ring armour stripp’d. Damasus. as he smote his thigh Thus spoke dismay’d the son of Hyrtacus: ”O Father Jove. who deem’d not that the Greeks Would stand our onset. Yet on the margin of the ditch they paus’d. Retire not. but wait Th’ attack. which dropp’d amid the crowd. Let fall his prey. Then screaming. as yellow-banded wasps. near the neck. Struck with unerring spear Hippomachus. perforce Fought for their ships. In quick succession to the ground he brought. Son of Antimachus. and boldly for their offspring fight. for around the wall A more than human storm of stone was pour’d On ev’ry side. fell to earth. and hand to hand he smote Antiphates. nor yet subdued. Round Hector throng’d. as they sought to cross. he. Then Pylon next. So from the gates these two. and resistless arms! But they. The bravest and the best. backward. Pirithous’ son. a sign from Heav’n Appear’d. whose point Went crashing through the bone. how hast thou lov’d our hopes To falsify. Orestes next. drawing from the sheath his trenchant sword. Iamenus. A soaring eagle in his talons bore A dragon. scion true of Mars. Alive. who the Grecian cause upheld. to paint Each sev’ral combat. and burn with fire the ships. through the brass-cheek’d helmet. that all the brain Was shatter’d. Dash’d through the crowd. and bold Polydamas. Like battle rag’d round th’ other gates.Then deeply groaning. Then. he. of blood-red hue. Fiercely the Lapithae sustain’d the war: Stout Polypoetes first. hard press’d. with godlike pow’r. For twisting backward through the breast he pierc’d His bearer. while all the Gods look’d on Indignant. who long’d the most To storm the wall. he fell. stung with pain. Menon. 186 .

Put we our trust in Jove’s eternal will. So would a seer. Nor to his nestlings bore th’ intended prey: So we. yet must I now Declare what seems to me the wisest course: Let us not fight the Greeks beside their ships. this sign from Heav’n Was sent. In council or in war. The best of omens is our country’s cause. But many a Trojan on the field should leave. or by thy craven words Turn back another Trojan from the fight. in their midst beheld The spotted serpent. And put our faith in birds’ expanded wings. to leftward of th’ astonish’d crowd: A soaring eagle.” This said. about to cross. with stern regard: ”Polydamas. Or to the left. For thus I read the future. Who fain wouldst have us disregard the word And promise by the nod of Jove confirm’d. nor care to look. then Jove. and tow’rd the morning sun. By the same road not scatheless should return. That private men should talk beside the mark. Worthy of public credit. no fear lest thou shouldst fall: Unwarlike is thy soul. the lightning’s Lord.” To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm Replied. of blood-red hue. well vers’d in augury.The Trojans. yet dropp’d him ere he reach’d his home. in council thou reprov’st me oft For good advice. e’en though our mighty strength should break The gates and wall. but study still Thine honour to exalt. 187 . if indeed To us. But if in earnest such is thine advice. nor firm of mood: But if thou shrink. Slain by the Greeks. it is not meet. while they their ships defend. Little of these I reck. dire portent of Jove: Then to bold Hector thus Polydamas: ”Hector. My spear shall take the forfeit of thy life. and shades of night. thou say’st. huge of size. bearing in his claws A dragon. he led the way. Of mortals and Immortals King supreme. shudd’ring. with joyous shouts They follow’d all. read this sign. Thee of thy senses have the Gods bereft. and put the Greeks to rout. If to the right. Alive. they fly. Why shouldst thou tremble at the battle strife? Though ev’ry Trojan else were doom’d to die Beside the ships. This speech of thine is alien to my soul: Thy better judgment better counsel knows.

the battlements Destroy’d. Driving the dust against the Grecian ships. urging to the fight. The gates had broken. if so the lightning’s Lord. Yet here is work for all! bear this in mind. to sustain the tow’rs. They raz’d the counterscarp. they. o’er all beside Is spread by Jove the heavy veil of snow. they thence hurl’d down A storm of weapons on the foe beneath. and the massive bar. ”Friends. And clatter’d loud through all its length the wall. So thickly new the stones from either side. That the high mountain tops. On hoary Ocean’s beach and bays they lie. they hop’d to storm the wall. Which quell’d their courage. but forward press. And ye of mod’rate or inferior strength. of beaten brass. When Jove. Imploring these. as a lion on a herd: His shield’s broad orb before his breast he bore. Commanding from the tow’r in ev’ry place Were seen th’ Ajaces. Nor yet the Trojans. the Lord of counsel. which th’ arm’rer’s hand 188 . By Greeks on Trojans hurl’d. Which. On their own strength. Though all are not with equal pow’rs endued. and manifests his pow’r: Hush’d are the winds. Grecians all. Th’ approaching waves their bound. ye who excel in war.From Ida’s heights a storm of wind sent down. Nor tow’rd the ships let any turn his face. fresh incitement. with levers undermin’d. and each Encourage each. And man’s productive labours of the field. But closely fencing with their bull’s-hide shields The broken battlements. And to the Trojans. And backward to his city chase the foe. and the projecting buttresses. by these on Greeks. Nor from the passage yet the Greeks withdrew. down on men His snow-storm sends. And lotus-cover’d meads are buried deep. and those in sterner tones Rebuking. sustain’d the war: Thick as the snow-flakes on a wintry day. and heav’nly signs relying. Well-wrought. and to Hector gave. may grant us to repel. who their warlike toil relax’d. the Greeks had fix’d Deep in the soil. These once withdrawn. Their force address’d to storm the Grecian wall. But Jove against the Greeks sent forth his son Sarpedon. By threats dismay’d. the flakes continuous fall. Olympian Jove. though by Hector led.” Thus they. with cheering words. and jutting crags.

from age and death for ever free. Strode onward. there he saw. his dauntless courage leads To assail the flock. Thou shouldst not see me foremost in the fight. If any chief might there be found. Of luscious flavour drink the choicest wine. by Xanthus’ banks. 189 . Of war insatiable. Of vineyard. for on his command. as a lion. Inspiring terror. prepar’d With dogs and lances to protect the sheep. burn’d Sarpedon to assail the lofty wall. Whom. nor yet could reach them with his voice. survivors of this war. which none may ’scape. But. or in the onset falls. and to Glaucus thus. that we May glory on others gain. The largest portions.Had beaten out. Where Lycians war. He thus equipp’d. fasting long. two jav’lins brandishing. continuous. and they. or they on us!” Thus he. mountain-bred. his speech address’d: ”Whence is it. their attack was made. With golden rods. springing to the midst. son of Peteus. And forward straight they led the Lycian pow’rs. Son of Hippolochus. th’ Ajaces twain. from the tent but newly come. Hard by. ’To no inglorious Kings we Lycians owe Allegiance. Not unattempted will he leave the fold. Glaucus. that in Lycian land We two at feasts the foremost seats may claim. Wounded by jav’lins hurl’d by stalwart hands: So. then on. 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. he bears his prey In triumph thence. He look’d around him to the Grecian tow’rs. all around. with dismay Observ’d their movement. prompted by his godlike courage. Nor would I urge thee to the glorious field: But since on man ten thousand forms of death Attend. Could live. But still their valour brightest shows. they on richest viands feed. And storm the ramparts. Menestheus. to save His comrades from destruction. And Teucer. though in well-guarded fold. and lin’d with stout bull’s-hide. nor Glaucus from his bidding shrank. And though the shepherds there he find. and the fullest cups? Why held as Gods in honour? why endow’d With ample heritage. are foremost in the fight!’ O friend! if we.

and back return in haste. at least Let Ajax. And batter’d gates. if it may be. At brave Menestheus’ tow’r. For like a whirlwind on the ramparts pour’d The Lycians’ valiant councillors and chiefs. within the wall Which lay. thus addresss’d Oileus’ son: ”Ajax. within the wall. And with him Teucer went. to th’ Ajaces. Undaunted now. so we best may hope To ’scape the death. skilled to draw the bow. While by Pandion Teucer’s bow was borne. brave Epicles. be spar’d.” Thus saying. Both. if it may be. From clatt’ring shields. be spar’d. to affront the war. While I go yonder. do thou and valiant Lyeomede Exhort the Greeks the struggle to maintain. They quickly join’d the fray. as ever. slew. Arriv’d. which else is near at hand. His herald. And with him Teucer. and loud arose The battle-cry. in the fight. son of Telamon. Of size prodigious. Thootes.” He said. But if ye too are hardly press’d. and straight obey’d. And with him Teucer. such tumult rose to Heav’n. The son of Heav’n-born Peteus craves your aid. leaders of the brass-clad Greeks. and standing near th’ Ajaces. now all at once assail’d: Before them fiercely strove th’ assaulting bands To break their way: he then Thootes sent. the herald heard. as ever. and horsehair-crested helms. which else is near at hand: So fierce the pressure of the Lycian chiefs. To aid their need. ”Haste thee. first Ajax Telamon Sarpedon’s comrade. Struck by a rugged stone. sore press’d they found the garrison. where stood the brass-clad Greeks. son of Telamon. He ran. which with both his hands 190 . skill’d to draw the bow. Undaunted now. To share awhile the labours of his guard. Both. the topmost of the parapet. in the fight. said: ”Ajaces. on th’ Ajaces call.Such was the din. So fierce the pressure of the Lycian chiefs. his father’s son.” He said: the mighty son of Telamon Consenting. Along the wall. craving aid. Ajax Telamon set forth. at least Let Ajax. But if they too are hardly press’d. so he best may hope To ’scape the death.

His soul on glory intent. that none might see. and by the King’s rebuke abash’d. and yielding to his force Down fell the block entire. he no longer brook’d the fray. Teucer. in a common field. E’en though he break the rampart down. As men are now. and shatt’ring all the skull. in hopes to hide From Grecian eyes his wound. and rallying quick. who will’d not that his son should fall Before the ships.” He said. the four-peak’d helm it broke. And downward hurl’d. 191 . nor could the warrior Greeks Repel the Lycians from the ground. with his spear he stabb’d. He. and life forsook his bones. Yet check’d his bold advance. the weapon pass’d not through. And loudly rang his arms of polish’d brass. Alcmaon. had made their footing good. but on with me! For work is here for many hands to do. This with an arrow struck the glitt’ring belt Around his breast. Crushing the bone. and with his spear Thrust at the shield. meanwhile. where they. on th’ other side Within the wall the Greeks their squadrons mass’d. how brave soe’er. like a diver. Sarpedon tugg’d. and back The weapon drew. As when two neighbours.A man in youth’s full vigour scarce could raise. With grief Sarpedon saw his friend withdraw. And triumph o’er him with insulting words. whence hung his pond’rous shield. Thestor’s son. where he saw his arm Unguarded. Then at the parapet. With fiercer zeal the Lycians press’d around Their King and councillor. Yet not relax’d his efforts. Lycians. Then forward Ajax sprang. to force A passage to the ships. Before the wall. Back from the wall he sprang. prostrate fell. To many at once the breach gave open way. the wall laid bare. thus your wonted might relax? ’Tis hard for one alone. following. Then were great deeds achiev’d. Thus to the warlike Lycians shouted loud: ”Why. with stalwart hand. he lifted it on high. from off the lofty wall The valiant Glaucus. nor thro’ the breach Could the brave troops of Lycia to the ships Their passage force. he. from the lofty tow’r Fell headlong down. but not the more withdrew. pressing to the fight. But Jove. Ajax and Teucer him at once assail’d. Struck with an arrow. the weapon turn’d aside. a little space Back he recoil’d.

Between them thus the rampart drew the line. and loudly on the Trojans call’d: ”On. O’er which the full-orb’d shields of tough bull’s-hide. And to the wall rush’d numberless. Nor might the bars within the blow sustain: This way and that the sever’d portals flew Before the crashing missile. Who full in front. the Greeks to flight were driv’n. Honest and true. valiant Trojans. Within defended by two massive bars Laid crosswise. Full on the middle dash’d the mighty mass. Close to the gate he stood. spoke. as men are now. stooping. and wrap their ships in blazing fires. he. As in one hand a shepherd bears with ease A full-siz’d fleece. So Hector tow’rd the portals bore the stone. on many more. e’en so. About the limits of their land contend. And lighter bucklers on the warriors’ breasts On either side they clove. Then Hector. exhorting. and with one cross bolt secur’d. to mete Her humble hire. and planting firm His foot. Which clos’d the lofty double-folding gates. within a narrow space. dark as night His low’ring brow. and scarce two lab’ring men. Nor yet. Till Jove with highest honour Hector crown’d. The hinges both gave way. with wool and weights in hand. So light it seem’d. scal’d The wall. But as a woman that for wages spins. The son of Priam. The strongest. bristling thick with spears. seiz’d a pond’rous stone That lay before the gates. On ev’ry side the parapet and tow’rs With Greek and Trojan blood were spatter’d o’er. they heard him all. by grace of Saturn’s son. the pond’rous stone Fell inwards. great Hector sprang within. widely gap’d the op’ning gates. In even balance holds the scales.Each line in hand. on! the Grecian wall Break down. So even hung the balance of the war.” Thus he. But he unaided lifted it with ease. from the ground could raise it up. Bright flash’d the brazen armour on his breast. on some who. But sharp above. ’twas broad below. turn’d. Their neck and back laid bare. and through their shields were struck. And load upon a wain. 192 . and many a wound The pitiless weapons dealt. to give his arm its utmost pow’r. and scarcely feels the weight. and swarm’d Upon the ramparts. the foremost. her children’s maintenance.

this occasions a conversation between these two warriors. concerned for the loss of the Grecians. The eight-and-twentieth day still continues. two jav’lins in his hand. Meriones. but goes first to rally the Trojans. IN WHICH NEPTUNE ASSISTS THE GREEKS. and Alcathous. and inspires those heroes to oppose him. repairs to seek another at the tent of Idomeneus. upon seeing the fortification forced by Hector (who had entered the gate near the station of the Ajaces). rejoins Polydamas. meets Ajax again. BOOK XIII. VOLUME II. Menelaus wounds Helenus and kills Peisander. He call’d aloud to scale the lofty wall. till. They heard. some scal’d the wall: Some through the strong-built gates continuous pour’d. in the form of one of the generals. no pow’r might meet That onset. encourages the other Greeks who had retired to their vessels. turning to the throng. he kills Othryoneus. then. Asius. Idomeneus signalizes his courage above the rest. and straight obey’d. He sprang. THE ACTS OF IDOMENEUS. Then to the Trojans.As through the gates. blaz’d his eyes with lurid fire. END OF VOLUME I. Hector still keeps his ground against the Ajaces. Several deeds of valour are performed. Deiphobus and AEneas march against him. the Gods except. THE FOURTH BATTLE CONTINUED. Polydamas advises to call a council of war: Hector approves his advice. assumes the shape of Calchas. and at length Idomeneus retires. The Trojans are repulsed in the left wing. While in confusion irretrievable Fled to their ships the panic-stricken Greeks. Neptune. ARGUMENT. and put a stop to Hector and the Trojans. and renews the attack. When Jove had Hector and the Trojans brought 193 . upbraids Paris. The Ajaces form their troops into a close phalanx. losing his spear in the encounter. who return together to the battle. being galled by the Locrian slingers and archers. The scene is between the Grecian wall and the sea-shore.

and the men who feed On milk of mares. he sat. and as he mov’d along. Nor deem’d he any God would dare to give To Trojans or to Greeks his active aid. the justest of mankind. Beneath th’ immortal feet of Ocean’s Lord Quak’d the huge mountain and the shadowy wood. swift flew the bounding steeds. and round their feet 194 . and deeply wroth with Jove. Pitying he saw. No careless watch the monarch Neptune kept: Wond’ring. Skimm’d o’er the waves. Of swiftest flight. he left them there to toil And strife continuous. he yok’d Beneath his car the brazen-footed steeds. and mounting on his car. Nor was the brazen axle wet with spray. all of gold. where he sat Aloft on wooded Samos’ topmost peak. When to the ships of Greece their Lord they bore. with manes of flowing gold. And thence the Greeks. which lies midway ’Twixt Tenedos and Imbros’ rocky isle: Th’ Earth-shaking Neptune there his coursers stay’d. turning his keen glance To view far off th’ equestrian tribes of Thrace. AEgae. Then down the mountain’s craggy side he pass’d With rapid step. from all the depths below Gamboll’d around the monsters of the deep. Imperishable. Loos’d from the chariot. where on the margin of the bay His temple stood. On Troy he turn’d not once his piercing glance. Samos of Thrace. The warlike Mysians. he view’d the battle. thence Hippemolgi term’d. Thither ascended from the sea. Three strides he took. the fourth. Down in the deep recesses of the sea A spacious cave there is. whence Ida’s heights he saw. there arriv’d. by Trojans overborne. all glitt’ring. and the ships of Greece. Acknowledging their King. the joyous sea Parted her waves.Close to the ships. And Priam’s city. and before them plac’d Ambrosial provender. the golden lash he grasp’d Of curious work. A peaceful race. he reach’d his goal. All clad in gold.

yourselves Firmly to stand. but from Ocean’s depths Uprose th’ Earth-shaker. And new-born vigour in my feet and hands. In hopes to take the ships. him first Departing. The well-greav’d Greeks their onset may defy. Who boasts himself the son of Jove most high. son of Priam.” Whom answer’d thus the son of Telamon: ”My hands too grasp with firmer hold the spear. and their limbs. And rous’d the fainting Greeks. and shouts and clamour hoarse. Like fire. Then to the Grecian army took his way. And with his sceptre touching both the chiefs. Meantime. nor should I fear 195 . led. Then like a swift-wing’d falcon sprang to flight. My spirit like thine is stirr’d. Though they in crowds have scal’d the lofty wall. th’ Ajaces first. and of a God ’Tis easy to discern the outward signs). as he went. That there they might await their Lord’s return. Our augur Heav’n-inspir’d. Fill’d them with strength and courage. I feel fresh spirit kindled in my breast. hath hither come To urge us to the war (no Calchas he. with active vigour strung. So from your swiftly-sailing ships ye yet May drive the foe. for well I mark’d His movements. To Calchas’ likeness and deep voice conform’d. knew Oileus’ active son. In likeness of a seer. fill’d with courage high. Hector. to save the Greeks: Elsewhere I dread not much the Trojan force. press’d the Trojans on. With furious zeal. 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. Yet greatly fear I lest we suffer loss. But may some God your hearts inspire. and cheer your comrades on. Circler of the Earth. leads. which none might break nor loose. and all the chiefs To slay beside them. or whirlwind. how bold soe’er he be. Circler of the Earth. he thus address’d: ”’Tis yours. Where that fierce.Shackles of gold. Themselves with ardour fill’d. since some one of th’ Olympian Gods.” So spake th’ Earth-shaker. Their feet and hands. Ajaces. by Hector. Discarding chilly fear. fiery madman. Though by Olympian Jove himself upheld. And thus the son of Telamon address’d: ”Ajax. I feel my feet Instinct with fiery life.

E’en though the mighty monarch. yet ’tis not for us Our courage to relax. Of safety desp’rate. And these are they. They saw. maintain the fight. Atreus’ son. And. To Leitus. If meaner men should from the battle shrink.” Such was their mutual converse. Embolden’d by our great commander’s fault. who. then indeed Our day is come. Who. Wide-ruling Agamemnon. Arouse ye then! A brave man’s spirit its vigour soon regains. scarce are brought to guard our ships. Uncertain. the helpless prey Of jackals. the other Greeks arous’d. Far from their city walls. they here and there. I might not blame them. from this remissness must accrue 196 . nor dar’d abide. meanwhile. A sight I never deem’d my eyes should see. Our ships assail’d by Trojan troops. And young Antilochus. feebly fighting. as they beheld The Trojan hosts that scal’d the lofty wall. the best and bravest of the host. that he hath wrong’d The son of Peleus. Meriones. to Teucer first he came. and from their eyes the teardrops fell. Should stand aloof thus idly. their wasted strength Recruited. as they joy’d In the fierce transport by the God inspir’d. son of Priam. Thoas. and wolves. That ye. No. pards. And slackness of the people. heartless. Dear friends. with him Offended. for their limbs were faint with toil. Deipyrus.With Hector. not an hour. ’tis not well. indignation fills my soul. brave warriors all. O Heav’n! a sad and wondrous sight is this. and grapple to the death. soon restor’d Their firm array. Neptune. be in truth Wholly to blame in this. by those Who heretofore have been as tim’rous hinds Amid the forest depths. Grecian youths! to you I look’d As to our ships’ defenders. fly: Such were the Trojans once. to be by Troy subdu’d. are beside them slain. to the ships withdrawn. and valiant Peneleus. the strength and arms of Greece. who now beside our ships. in his might Alone to meet. but that such as ye Should falter. but if ye Shrink from the perilous battle. unresisting. but th’ Earth-shaking God Amid their ranks appearing. And to the chiefs his winged words address’d: ”Shame on ye. And grief was in their hearts.

confronted by that phalanx firm. Backward. E’en to the sea. From Jove the Thund’rer. it rolls no more. arriving at the level plain. On loftiest deeds intent. stand ye firm! not long The Greeks. by many a stalwart hand. whose firm array nor Mars. On pour’d the Trojan masses. and loudly on the Trojans call’d: ”Trojans.” Thus Neptune on the Greeks. when constant rains The massive rock’s firm hold have undermin’d. and Lycians. Each other touch’d. so closely massed they stood. from its rocky bed Detach’d. Until. Deiphobus. and shield by shield o’erlaid. royal Juno’s Lord. ’mid the ships maintains the war. As some huge boulder. he a little space Withdrew. their eyes and minds Turn’d to the front. shall bar my way. the bravest all. in order due. from the foremost ranks. That nodded on the warriors’ glitt’ring crests. before my spear shall quail. and eager for the fray. Halts close before it. So Hector. Fierce is the struggle. and helm to helm. call’d: Then round th’ Ajaces twain were cluster’d thick The serried files. Anon. Buckler to buckler press’d. and by the wintry torrent’s force Hurl’d down the cliff’s steep face. Stave off his onset. while the sons of Greece. But soon. And man to man. Its headlong impulse check’d. With giant bounds it flies. and ye Dardans fam’d In close encounter. in his pride of strength Hector has forc’d the gates and massive bars.Yet greater evils. still it hurries on. Nor spirit-stirring Pallas might reprove: For there. to force his murd’rous way. If from the chief of Gods my mission be. threat’ning now through ships and tents. reproving. in act to hurl. but with gen’rous shame And keen remorse let each man’s breast be fill’d. With thrust of sword and double-pointed spears. advanc’d With airy step. And raging. protected by the shield: 197 . the horsehair plumes above. in the van Hector straight forward urg’d his furious course. His shield’s broad orb before him borne. The son of Priam. the crashing wood Resounds beneath it. were drawn The spears. methinks. Waited the Trojan charge by Hector led: Spear close by spear. though densely mass’d.” His words fresh courage rais’d in ev’ry breast.

maintain’d the fight. hastening to the fight: Thund’ring he fell. nor miss’d his mark. Scatt’ring its tender foliage on the ground. Forth Teucer sprang to seize the spoil. at whom. Him Teucer with his lance below the ear Stabb’d. who lov’d him as a son. conspicuous from afar. and. the shield’s broad orb Of tough bull’s-hide it struck. Snatch’d from the sharp-fang’d dogs’ protecting care: So. but pressing on his bossy shield Drove by main force beyond where lay the dead: Them both the Greeks withdrew. Priam’s bastard child. th’ Ajaces twain Lifted on high. which in his tent remain’d. While. Himself he reach’d not. the son of Telamon. The son of Actor. to seek Another spear. He saw. A warrior slew. and drew back the weapon. down he fell. Then tow’rd the ships he bent his steps.At him Meriones with glitt’ring spear Took aim. shunn’d the brazen death A little space. For near the head the sturdy shaft was snapp’d. In former days. With Priam dwelt. as two lions high above the ground Bear through the brushwood in their jaws a goat. He fell. As by the woodman’s axe. Falls a proud ash. but he Back to his comrades’ shelt’ring ranks withdrew. Return’d to Troy. but through the breast it struck Amphimachus. and of its armour stripp’d 198 . and loud his armour rang. He in Pedaeus dwelt. Hector aim’d his glitt’ring spear. and loud his burnish’d armour rang. spearman skill’d. bore away Amid the ranks of Greece Amphimachus. all in dazzling brass Encas’d. Griev’d at his baffled hopes and broken spear. in hopes to seize The brazen helm. but Ajax met Th’ advance of Hector with his glitt’ring spear. on some high peak. but pass’d not through. Advancing. Then forward Hector sprang. ere came the sons of Greece. Yet from before his breast Deiphobus Held at arm’s length his shield. for much he fear’d The weapon of Meriones. Imbrius. ’mid wild uproar. stooping. th’ Athenian chiefs Stychius and brave Menestheus. that fitted well the brow Of brave Amphimachus. the son of Cteatus. fill’d with warlike rage. The rest. Lord Of num’rous horses. There Teucer first. and had to wife Medesicaste. But when the well-trimm’d ships of Greece appear’d. rever’d by all. the son of Mentor. and there.

And ills preparing for the sons of Troy. Straight donn’d Idomeneus his armour bright: Two spears he took. from this day’s fight who shrinks. and lofty Calydon: ”Where now. as a God rever’d. and flinching from the war: Yet by th’ o’erruling will of Saturn’s son It seems decreed that here the Greeks should fall. Which. May blame be cast. the warrior King. But we the bravest need not fear to meet. Idomeneus. if in aught we two may serve: E’en meaner men. Then. and Oileus’ son. Idomeneus: ”Thoas. for his grandson slain. and like a ball Sent whirling through the crowd the sever’d head. and.” To whom Earth-shaking Neptune thus replied: ”Idomeneus. thy work Remit not now. But haste thee. Wounded behind the knee. but newly brought. 199 . In Pleuron reign’d. his comrade’s death. The voice assuming of Andraemon’s son. Thoas. Leaving a comrade. as a sign to men. may he from Troy return No more. as thyself art ever staunch. Are all the vaunting threats. Nor hanging back. but rouse each sev’ral man. courage gain. But. and to the strife of men return’d. And in the dust at Hector’s feet it fell. on none. eager to rejoin the fray. Him met Idomeneus. from the battle field. Griev’d at Amphimachus. Cut from the tender neck. so freely pour’d Against the Trojans by the sons of Greece?” To whom the Cretan King. but here remain to glut the dogs. And far from Argos lie in nameless graves. If such there be.The corpse of Imbrius. we all our duties know. like the lightning’s flash. Nor see I one by heartless fear restrain’d. through the tents of Greece And ships he pass’d. don thine arms. fierce anger fill’d The breast of Neptune.” He said. Borne by his comrades. to the leech’s care He left him. Nor slow the laggards to reprove. Within his well-constructed tent arriv’d. the hand of Jove Hurls downwards from Olympus’ glitt’ring heights. Who o’er th’ AEtolians. the Greeks encouraging. sage Cretan chief. great need is now To hasten. Whom by his tent th’ Earth-shaking God address’d. united. so far as I may judge.

the Cretan King: ”Of spears.” To whom Idomeneus. For should we choose our bravest through the fleet To man the secret ambush. I come to seek a spear.” Whom answer’d thus the sage Meriones: ”Idomeneus. for. where is manifest The diff’rence ’twixt the coward and the brave. and breastplates polish’d bright. and chatter all his teeth: The brave man’s colour changes not. his armour bright. to seek a spear he came. or one. whene’er is heard the battle cry. But changing still. the Cretan King: ”What need of this? thy prowess well I know. The spoil of Trojans slain. his follower brave.” Whom answer’d thus the sage Meriones: ”Nor are my tent and dark-ribb’d ship devoid Of Trojan spoils. e’en now I broke Against the shield of brave Deiphobus. For ’mid the foremost in the glorious strife I stand. the ambush ent’ring. but they are far to seek. Nor deem I that my hand is slack in fight. And crested helms. Why com’st thou here. Flash’d. surest test Of warriors’ courage. no fear He knows. and leav’st the battle field? Hast thou some wound receiv’d. Thou there mayst find against the polish’d wall. My deeds by others of the brass-clad Greeks May not be noted. To whom Idomeneus: ”Meriones. well thou know’st I better love the battle than the tent. and bossy shields. Close to the tent. from foot to foot he shifts. if haply such Within thy tent be found. (The coward’s colour changes. for with my foes ’Tis not my wont to wage a distant war.” To whom Idomeneus. comrade dear. Expecting death. Swift-footed son of Molus. if thou list.Whose dazzling radiance far around is thrown. as the warrior ran. all his pray’r Is that the hour of battle soon may come) 200 . but thou know’st them well. in the fight. And in his bosom loudly beats his heart. That which I lately bore. Thence have I store of spears. Him met Meriones. the brass-clad Cretans’ King. nor his soul Within his breast its even balance keeps. or twenty. to the field To summon me? unsummon’d. whereof the pain Subdues thy spirit? or com’st thou.

eager for the fray. or on the left. and ’mid the shipping throw the torch.E’en there. and there select thy spear. Thither where he directed. Now when. And quickly learn if we on others’ heads Are doom’d to win renown. the bane of men. Idomeneus. 201 . They two. E’en for his courage ’twere a task too hard. good too in the standing fight. who shakes the bravest warrior’s soul. but on thy breast. in front. Th’ Ajaces both.” He said: and. Their might to conquer. by earthly food sustain’d. Meriones. Valiant as Mars. Terror. Shouldst thou from spear or sword receive a wound. methinks. his spear selected straight. and eager for the fray. And. from Thrace. attended thus. if Saturn’s son himself Fire not.” To whom Idomeneus. unfearing son. Our onset should be made. Then on the left let us our onset make. Not on thy neck behind. say if on the right. though with him In speed of foot he might not hope to vie. By spear or pond’rous stone assailable. scarce surpass’d By Peleus’ son Achilles. or they on ours. But come. Of mortal birth. nor on thy back Would fall the blow. the Cretan chief: ”Others there are the centre to defend. and Teucer. For there. who scorn might justly move: Haste to my tent. in dazzling arms array’d: Then thus Meriones his chief address’d: ”Son of Deucalion. Brave as he is. As Mars. of the Greeks Best archer. led the way. goes forth to war. These may for Hector full employment find. one side With vict’ry crowning. brave as Mars. In hand to hand encounter. so to battle went Those leaders twain.” He said: and from the tent Meriones. Or on the centre of the gen’ral host. rejoin’d his chief. prolong we not this idle talk. Great Ajax Telamon to none would yield. nor hear alike The pray’rs of both the combatants. And burn the ships. Or haughty Phlegyans arm. Like babblers vain. most succour need the Greeks. and resistless hands. against the Ephyri. Attended by his strong. Still pressing onward ’mid the foremost ranks. thy courage none might call in doubt.

swift of foot. Idomeneus Struck with his glitt’ring spear. The fairest of his daughters sought to wed. but glory to confer On Thetis and her noble-minded son. nor aught avail’d His brazen breastplate. which none might break or loose. Dire evil then on mortal warriors brought The diverse minds of Saturn’s mighty sons: To Hector and the Trojans Jove design’d. Him. the Greeks. Neptune. with rallying cries. Calling the Greeks to aid. Cassandra. And rag’d beside the ships the balanc’d fight. on th’ other side. the brazen gleam Dazzled the sight. their birth the same. Wielded with dire intent. his promise trusting. the first. not pain. So was the fight confus’d. mighty deeds He promis’d. Then. For them before the Trojan host o’erborne He saw with grief. fought for Troy. could gaze. 202 . who but of late Came from Cabesus on the alarm of war. Equal the rank of both. And he. And breastplates polish’d bright. The aged Priam listen’d to his snit. Clandestine rising from the hoary sea. through the middle thrust. Nor ventur’d Neptune openly to aid The cause of Greece. In secret still the army’s courage rous’d. No portion asked. when the dust lies deepest on the roads. stern of heart indeed were he. Bristled the deadly strife with pond’rous spears. Who on that sight with joy. by flashing helmets cast. In honour of Achilles. and glitt’ring shields Commingling. and in the throng Each man with keen desire of slaughter burn’d. though his hair was grizzl’d o’er with age. Idomeneus. but cloth’d in mortal form. welcomed as a guest in Priam’s house. Before the boist’rous winds the storm drives fast. marching with proud step. And high at once the whirling clouds are toss’d. This way and that they tugg’d of furious war And balanc’d strife. from before the walls of Troy In their despite to drive the sons of Greece. And slew Othryoneus. yet not utterly He will’d to slay before the walls of Troy The Grecian host. on the Trojans sprang. in dazzling arms appear’d. As. the Greeks inspir’d. where many a warrior fell. But Jove in wisdom. To give the vict’ry. and deeply wroth with Jove.Like blazing fire. as in years. The straining rope. Inspiring terror. And. Around him throng’d.

His death-cry utt’ring. The horses seiz’d. and o’er him flew the spear: Yet harsh it grated. hurl’d Against Idomeneus his glitt’ring spear: The coming weapon he beheld. Atrides’ fairest daughter. nor shall we Be found illib’ral of our bridal gifts. but he. Or lofty pine. clutch’d the blood-stain’d soil. stood his charioteer. And give thee here to wed. but to the rescue came Asius. For some proud ship. son of Hippasus. and seizing by the foot the slain. Nor dar’d. it struck. glancing from the shield. escaping from the foemen’s hands. then shouting loud. if thou indeed Wilt make thy words to aged Priam good. from Argos brought. He fell. the noble Nestor’s son. Deiphobus exclaim’d: 203 . above all mortal men I hold thee in respect. Come then. Bewilder’d. which on the mountain top. from the well-wrought chariot. He. gasping. Hypsenor. Dragg’d from the press. To turn his horses: him. right through the weapon pass’d. Deiphobus. With hides and brazen plates encircled round. the woodman’s axe hath hewn: So he. Who promis’d thee his daughter in return: We too would offer thee a like reward. approaching. In boastful tone. nor aught avail’d His brazen breastplate. They breath’d upon his shoulders. close below the heart. Beneath his chin. if with us Thou wilt o’erthrow the well-built walls of Troy. before the car and horses stretch’d. conceal’d he stood: Beneath he crouch’d. Nor bootless from that stalwart hand it flew. helpless. For Asius’ death Deep griev’d. Antilochus.” He said. And by two rods sustain’d.Thund’ring he fell: the victor vaunting cried: ”Othryoneus. or poplar tall. eagerly He sought to reach Idomeneus. through his gullet drove the spear. And straight relax’d his limbs. himself on foot before his car: So close his charioteer the horses held. But through the midriff. fell. Preventing. Antilochus Beneath the waistband struck. as falls an oak. and shunn’d: Beneath the ample circle of his shield. and from the Trojan ranks Drove to the Grecian camp. through the middle thrust. on board our ocean-going ships Discuss the marriage contract.

A bane to thee. Deiphobus? are three for one An equal balance? where are now thy boasts? Come forth.” He said. Thus as he mus’d. far extends my rule In wide-spread Crete. methinks. And deeply groaning bore him to the ships. and Trojans all. in beauty. There Mars its course arrested. He Minos. vaunting. guardian chief of Crete. or alone the venture try. And o’er him spread the cover of his shield. himself to fall. having sav’d the Greeks. or shun the spear. Harshly it grated. skill. son Of Echius. Then with shouts Of triumph. the brazen mail it broke. The eldest of his daughters had to wife. thyself to me oppos’d. still burning o’er some Trojan soul To draw the gloomy veil of night and death. The noblest man through all the breadth of Troy. my great progenitor. two trusty friends. As I have found him fellowship. Or. my friend. Hippodamia.”Not unaveng’d lies Asius. Then high-born AEsuetes’ son he slew. O’er all. indignant. I stand.” He said. and Alastor. or a lofty tree. Alcathous. by her parents both. Without the pow’r to fly. thy sire. the wiser course appear’d 204 . All her compeers surpassing. begot. his active limbs restrain’d. wife of one. thus Idomeneus: ”How now. Mecistheus. he. Or to retreat. heard his boast. Noble Deucalion was to Minos born. Meanwhile. Anchises’ son-in-law. whom now our ships have brought. Nor did Idomeneus his noble rage Abate. and doubtful stood Deiphobus. belov’d. Which with convulsive throbbings shook the shaft. yet amid his grief His comrade not forgetting. Him Neptune by Idomeneus subdued. Which oft had turn’d aside the stroke of death. the Greeks. Chief. of Antilochus the manly soul Was stirr’d within him. with joy Thro’ Hades’ strongly-guarded gates may pass. while through his breast Idomeneus His weapon drove. Seal’d his quick eyes. I to Deucalion. Fix’d as a pillar. rais’d the slain. the spear-point quiv’ring in his heart. up he ran. He stood. and mind. unworthy my descent From Jove. sever’d by the spear: He fell. and summon to his aid The Trojans. if here. And learn. he.

did he th’ encounter shun. swift of foot. bristles his back. and his tusks He whets. Deipyrus. he thus addressed his speech: ”Aid me. to these. and the friends he saw around He summon’d to his aid. as ’mid the press Each aim’d at other.” He said. if rev’rence for the dead Can move thy soul. obtain. as flocks of sheep From pasture follow to their drinking-place The lordly ram. AEneas’ spirit was rous’d. in thy father’s house. well pleas’d the shepherd sees. as stands a mountain-boar Self-confident. Ascalaphus. proudly eminent 205 . dire was the clash of brass Upon the heroes’ breasts. one in heart. approaching. But firmly stood. and the bloom Of youth is his. swift in fight. my friends! alone I stand. Behind the crowd. AEneas to his aid Summon’d his brother chiefs. Deiphobus. or I. following whom Came on the gen’ral crowd. Then o’er Alcathous hand to hand was wag’d The war of spears. So pleas’d. cowardlike. thy sister’s husband aid: Haste we to save Alcathous. as our spirit. To whom Deiphobus. Tried warriors all. for him. sagest councillor of Troy. When thou wast little. thus: ”AEneas. The spear-renown’d Idomeneus hath slain. withheld The public honour to his valour due.” He said. their bucklers slop’d Upon their shoulders. Behoves thee now. Great glory now should he. and. Nurs’d thee with tender care. all beside him stood. and fill’d With martial rage he sought Idomeneus. him he found apart. Antilochus and Aphareus. and brave Meriones. that in some lonely spot Awaits the clam’rous chase. but now. the crown of human strength. Awaiting. and Agenor. on men and dogs prepar’d to rush: So stood the spear-renown’d Idomeneus. he thought. Nor. for he was still at feud With godlike Priam.To seek AEneas. If. and dread The onset of AEneas. Mighty to slay in battle. On th’ other side. who. The onset of AEneas. our years were but the same. His eyes with fire are flashing. And Paris. who of old. AEneas saw the gath’ring crowd.

Stood forth two mighty warriors, terrible As Mars, AEneas and Idomeneus, Their sharp spears wielding each at other’s life. First at Idomeneus AEneas threw His spear; he saw, and shunn’d the brazen point; And vainly from his stalwart hand dismiss’d, AEneas’ spear stood quiv’ring in the ground. Idomeneus in front, below the waist, OEnomaus struck; the weighty spear broke through The hollow breastplate, and th’ intestines tore; Prone in the dust he fell, and clutch’d the ground. Forthwith Idomeneus from out the corpse The pond’rous spear withdrew; yet could not strip His armour off; so thickly flew the spears. Nor did his feet retain their youthful force, His weapon to regain, or back to spring. Skill’d in the standing fight his life to guard, He lack’d the active pow’r of swift retreat. At him, retiring slow, Deiphobus, Still fill’d with anger, threw his glitt’ring spear: His aim he miss’d; but through the shoulder pierc’d Ascalaphus, a valiant son of Mars; Prone in the dust he fell, and clutch’d the ground. Nor knew the loud-voic’d, mighty God of War That in the stubborn fight his son had fall’n; On high Olympus, girt with golden clouds, He sat, amid th’ Immortals all, restrain’d, By Jove’s commands, from mingling in the war. How hand to hand around Ascalaphus Rag’d the fierce conflict: first Deiphobus From off his head the glitt’ring helmet tore; But, terrible as Mars, Meriones Sprang forth, and pierc’d his arm; and from his hand With hollow sound the crested helmet fell. On, like a vulture, sprang Meriones, And from his arm the sturdy spear withdrew; Then backward leap’d amid his comrades’ ranks; While round his brother’s waist Polites threw His arms, and led him from the battle-field To where, with charioteer and rich-wrought car, Beyond the fight, his flying coursers stood. Him, rack’d with pain, and groaning, while the blood Stream’d down his wounded arm, to Troy they bore. The rest fought on, and loud the tumult rose. AEneas through the throat of Aphareus, Caletor’s son, turn’d sideways tow’rds him, drove His glitt’ring spear; and down on th’ other side, His shield and helmet following, sank his head; And o’er his eyes were cast the shades of death. 206

As Thoon turn’d, Antilochus, who watch’d Th’ occasion, forward sprang, and with his spear Ripp’d all the flesh that lay along the spine Up to the neck; he backward fell, with hands Uplifted calling for his comrades’ aid: But forward sprang Antilochus, and tore His armour from his breast, while round he cast His watchful glances; for on ev’ry side On his broad shield the Trojans show’r’d their blows, But touch’d him not; for Neptune, ’mid the throng Of weapons, threw his guard o’er Nestor’s son. Yet not aloof he stood, but in their midst, Commingled; nor held motionless his spear; But ever threat’ning, turn’d from side to side, Prepar’d to hurl, or hand to hand engage. Him Adamas, the son of Asius, marked, As o’er the crowd he glanc’d; and springing forth, Struck with his spear the centre of the shield; But dark-hair’d Neptune grudg’d the hero’s life, And stay’d the brazen point; half in the shield, Like a fire-harden’d stake, remained infix’d, The other half lay broken, on the ground. Back to his comrades’ shelt’ring ranks he sprang, In hope of safety; but Meriones, Quick-following, plung’d his weapon through his groin, Where sharpest agony to wretched men Attends on death; there planted he his spear: Around the shaft he writh’d, and gasping groan’d, Like to a mountain bull, which, bound with cords, The herdsmen drag along, with struggles vain, Resisting; so the wounded warrior groan’d: But not for long: for fierce Meriones, Approaching, from his body tore the spear, And the dark shades of death his eyes o’erspread. Then Helenus, a weighty Thracian sword Wielding aloft, across the temples smote Deipyrus, and all his helmet crash’d; Which, as it roll’d beneath their feet, some Greek Seiz’d ’mid the press; his eyes were clos’d in death. The valiant Menelaus, Atreus’ son, With grief beheld; and royal Helenus With threat’ning mien approaching, pois’d on high His glitt’ring spear, while he the bowstring drew. Then simultaneous flew from either side The gleaming spear, and arrow from the string. The shaft of Priam’s son below the breast The hollow cuirass struck, and bounded off; As bound the dark-skinn’d beans, or clatt’ring peas, From the broad fan upon the threshing-floor, By the brisk breeze impell’d, and winnower’s force; 207

From noble Menelaus’ cuirass so The stinging arrow bounding, glanc’d afar. But valiant Menelaus, Atreus’ son, Transfix’d the hand that held the polish’d bow: The brazen point pass’d through, and to the bow The hand was pinn’d; back to his comrades’ ranks He sprang, in hope of safety, hanging down The wounded limb, that trail’d the ashen spear. Agenor from the wound the spear withdrew, And with a twisted sling of woollen cloth, By an attendant brought, bound up the hand. To noble Menelaus stood oppos’d Peisander, to the confines dark of death Led by his evil fate, by thee to fall, Great son of Atreus, in the deadly strife. When near they drew, Atrides miss’d his aim, With erring spear divergent; next his shield Peisander struck, but drove not through the spear; For the broad shield resisted, and the shaft Was snapp’d in sunder: Menelaus saw Rejoicing, and with hope of triumph flush’d; Unsheathing then his silver-studded sword Rush’d on Peisander; he beneath his shield Drew forth a pond’rous brazen battle-axe, With handle long, of polish’d olive-wood: And both at once in deadly combat join’d. Then, just below the plume, Peisander struck The crested helmet’s peak; but Atreus’ son Met him advancing, and across the brow Smote him, above the nose; loud crash’d the bone, And in the dust the gory eyeballs dropp’d Before him; doubled with the pain, he fell: The victor, planting on his chest his foot, Stripp’d off his arms, and thus exulting cried: ”Thus shall ye all, insatiate of the fight, Proud Trojans, from before our ships depart; Nor lack your share of insult and of wrong, Such as on me, vile hounds, ye cast erewhile, Nor fear’d th’ avenger of the slighted laws Of hospitality, high thund’ring Jove, Who soon your lofty city shall o’erthrow. Kindly receiv’d, my virgin-wedded wife, With store of goods, ye basely bore away; And now ye rage, infuriate, to destroy With fire our ocean-going ships, and slay Our Grecian heroes; but the time shall come When ye too fain would from the war escape. O Father Jove, ’tis said that thou excell’st, In wisdom, Gods and men; all human things 208

From thee proceed; and can it be, that thou With favour seest these men of violence, These Trojans, with presumptuous courage fill’d, Whose rage for the battle knows nor stint nor bound? Men are with all things sated; sleep and love; Sweet sounds of music, and the joyous dance. Of these may some more gladly take their fill; But Trojans still for war, instiate, thirst.” Thus Menelaus; and the blood-stained arms Stripp’d from the corpse, and to his comrades gave; Then join’d again the foremost in the fray. There to th’ encounter forth Harpalion sprang, Son of the King Pylaemenes, who came, His father following, to the war of Troy, But back return’d not to his native land. He standing near, full in the centre struck Atrides’ shield, but drove not through the spear; Back to his comrades’ shelt’ring ranks he sprang In hopes of safety, glancing all around, His body to defend; but as he turn’d, In his right flank a brazen-pointed shaft, Shot by Meriones, was buried deep: Beneath the bone it pass’d, and pierc’d him through. At once he fell; and gasping out his life, Amid his comrades, writhing on the ground Like a crush’d worm he lay; and from the wound The dark blood pouring, drench’d the thirsty soil. The valiant troops of Paphlagonia clos’d Around him; on his car they plac’d the slain. And deeply sorrowing, to the city bore; His father, weeping, walk’d beside the car, [4] Nor vengeance for his slaughter’d son obtain’d. Paris with grief and anger saw him fall: For he in former days his guest had been In Paphlagonia; then, with anger fill’d, A brass-tipp’d arrow from his bow he sent. A certain man there was, Euchenor nam’d, Who dwelt in Corinth; rich, of blameless life, The son of Polyeidus, skilful seer: His fate well knowing, he embark’d; for oft The good old man had told him that his doom Was, or at home by sharp disease to die, Or with the Greeks by Trojan hands to fall. Embarking, he escap’d alike the fine By Greeks impos’d, and pangs of sharp disease. Him Paris smote between the ear and jaw; Swift fled his spirit, and darkness clos’d his eyes. 209

Thus rag’d, like blazing fire, the furious fight. But nought as yet had Hector heard, nor knew How sorely, leftward of the ships, were press’d The Trojans by the Greeks; and now appear’d Their triumph, sure; such succour Neptune gave, Their courage rousing, and imparting strength. But there he kept, where first the serried ranks Of Greeks he broke, and storm’d the wall and gates; There beach’d beside the hoary sea, the ships Of Ajax and Protesilaus lay; There had the wall been lowest built; and there Were gather’d in defence the chiefest all, Horses and men: the stout Boeotians there, Join’d to th’ Ionians with their flowing robes, Loerians, and Phthians, and Epeians proud, Could scarce protect their ships; nor could repel Th’ impetuous fire of godlike Hector’s charge. There too the choicest troops of Athens fought; Their chief, Menestheus, Peteus’ son; with whom Were Pheidas, Stichius, Bias in command; Th’ Epeians Meges, Phyleus’ son, obey’d, And Dracius and Amphion; Medon next, With brave Podarces led the Phthian host: Medon, the great Oileus’ bastard son, Brother of Ajax; he in Phylace, Far from his native land, was driv’n to dwell, Since one to Eriopis near akin, His sire Oileus’ wife, his hand had slain. Podarces from Iphiclus claim’d his birth, The son of Phylacus; these two in arms The valiant Phthians leading to the fight, Join’d the Boeotian troops to guard the ships. But from the side of Ajax Telamon Stirr’d not a whit Oileus’ active son; But as on fallow-land with one accord, Two dark-red oxen drag the well-wrought plough, Streaming with sweat that gathers round their horns; They by the polish’d yoke together held, The stiff soil cleaving, down the furrow strain; So closely, side by side, those two advanc’d. But comrades, many and brave, on Telamon Attended, who, whene’er with toil and sweat His limbs grew faint, upheld his weighty shield; While in the fray, Oileus’ noble son No Locrians follow’d; theirs were not the hearts To brook th’ endurance of the standing fight; Nor had they brass-bound helms, with horsehair plume, Nor ample shields they bore, nor ashen spear; But came to Troy, in bows and twisted slings 210

Of woollen cloth confiding; and from these Their bolts quick-show’ring, broke the Trojan ranks. While those, in front, in glitt’ring arms oppos’d The men of Troy, by noble Hector led: These, in the rear, unseen, their arrows shot. Nor stood the Trojans; for amid their ranks The galling arrows dire confusion spread. Then had the Trojans from the ships and tents Back to the breezy heights of Troy been driv’n In flight disastrous; but Polydamas Drew near to Hector, and address’d him thus: ”Hector, I know thee, how unapt thou art To hearken to advice; because the Gods Have giv’n thee to excel in warlike might, Thou deemest thyself, in counsel too, supreme; Yet every gift thou canst not so combine: To one the Gods have granted warlike might, To one the dance, to one the lyre and song; While in another’s breast all-seeing Jove Hath plac’d the spirit of wisdom, and a mind Discerning, for the common good of all: By him are states preserv’d; and he himself Best knows the value of the precious gift. Then hear what seems to me the wisest course. On ev’ry side the circling ring of war Is blazing all around thee; and, thou seest, Our valiant Trojans, since the wall they scal’d, Or stand aloof, or scatter’d ’mid the ships Outnumber’d, with superior forces strive. Then thou, retiring, hither call the chiefs; Here take we counsel fully, if to fall Upon their well-mann’d ships, should Heaven vouchsafe The needful strength, or, scatheless yet, withdraw; For much I fear they soon will pay us back Their debt of yesterday; since in their ranks One yet remains insatiate of the fight, And he, methinks, not long will stand aloof.” Thus he: the prudent counsel Hector pleas’d; Down from his chariot with his arms he leap’d, And to Polydamas his speech address’d: ”Polydamas, detain thou here the chiefs; Thither will I, and meet the front of war, And, giv’n my orders, quickly here return.” He said; and, like a snow-clad mountain high, Uprose; and loudly shouting, in hot haste Flew through the Trojan and Confed’rate host. 211

At sound of Hector’s voice, round Panthous’ son, Polydamas, were gather’d all the chiefs. But ’mid the foremost combatants he sought If haply he might find Deiphobus, And royal Helenus, and Adamas, And gallant Asius, son of Hyrtacus. These found he not unscath’d by wounds or death; For some beside the ships of Greece had paid, By Grecian hands, the forfeit of their lives, While others wounded lay within the wall. But, to the leftward of the bloody fray, The godlike Paris, fair-hair’d Helen’s Lord, Cheering his comrades to the fight, he found, And with reproachful words address’d him thus: ”Thou wretched Paris, fair in outward form, Thou slave of woman, manhood’s counterfeit, Where is Deiphobus, and where the might Of royal Helenus? where Adamas, The son of Asius? where too Asius, son Of Hyrtacus? and where Othryoneus? Now from its summit totters to the fall Our lofty Ilium; now thy doom is sure.” To whom the godlike Paris thus replied: ”Hector, since blameless I incur thy blame, Ne’er have I less withdrawn me from the fight, And me not wholly vile my mother bore; For since thou gav’st command to attack the ships, We here against the Greeks unflinching war Have wag’d; our comrades, whom thou seek’st, are slain: Only Deiphobus hath left the field, And Helenus; both wounded by the spear, Both through the hand; but Jove their life hath spar’d. But thou, where’er thy courage bids, lead on: We shall be prompt to follow; to our pow’r Thou shalt in us no lack of valour find; Beyond his pow’r the bravest cannot fight.” Wrought on his brother’s mind the hero’s words: Together both they bent their steps, where rag’d The fiercest conflict; there Cebriones, Phalces, Orthaeus, brave Polydamas, Palmys, and godlike Polyphetes’ might, And Morys, and Ascanius fought; these two Hippotion’s sons; from rich Ascania’s plains They, as reliefs, but yestermorn had come; Impell’d by Jove, they sought the battle field. Onward they dash’d, impetuous as the rush Of the fierce whirlwind, which with lightning charg’d, 212

Ajax at Hector thus defiance hurl’d: ”Draw nearer. which thy dainty skin Shall rend. with eager cheers They followed. The gleaming helmet nodded o’er his brow. thou babbling braggart. So. That swifter than the falcon’s wing thy steeds May bear thee o’er the dusty plain to Troy. Thou hop’st. as I am assur’d This day is fraught with ill to all the Greeks: Thou ’mid the rest shalt perish. In combat terrible as blood-stain’d Mars: Before his breast his shield’s broad orb he bore. Long ere that day shall your proud city fall. with brazen plates o’erlaid. led them on. the Trojans. He. the crowd of Greeks The fav’ring omen saw. Born of imperial Juno. Upheaving.From Father Jove sweeps downward o’er the plain: As with loud roar it mingles with the sea.” Thus as he spoke. vain of speech! For would to Heav’n I were as well assur’d I were the son of aegis-bearing Jove. Not far the hour. mighty chief. and with like haughty mien. Tak’n and destroy’d by our victorious hands. and slain beside the ships. protected by his shield. our vessels to destroy. and led them on. and shouted loud: Then noble Hector thus: ”What words are these. But stalwart arms for their defence we boast. if thou dare My spear encounter. rank on rank. when thou thyself in flight To Jove and all the Gods shalt make thy pray’r. upon his right appear’d An eagle. though now the hand of Jove Lies heavy on us with the scourge of Heav’n. unmov’d. Of hides close join’d. Hector. The many-dashing ocean’s billows boil. thy flesh Shall glut the dogs and carrion birds of Troy. wave on wave. with their chiefs advanc’d. Ajax. 213 . foam-white-crested. soaring high. and myself In equal honour with Apollo held Or blue-ey’d Pallas. If signs of yielding he might trace. shouted loud the hindmost throng. but they Unshaken stood. the son of Priam. why seek to scare Our valiant Greeks? we boast ourselves of war Not wholly unskill’d. forsooth.” He said. In arms all glitt’ring. On ev’ry side the hostile ranks survey’d. with proud step. closely mass’d. On th’ other side the Greeks return’d the shout: Of all the Trojans’ bravest they.

Hector is struck to the ground with a prodigious stone by Ajax. forms a design to overreach him. 214 . Nestor. Brave Thrasymedes. and carried off from the battle. sitting at the table with Machaon. While I go forth. and reach’d the glorious light of Jove. BOOK XIV. where the god at first sight. the Greeks’ protecting wall o’erthrown. much distressed. he took: Without the tent he stood. Nor did the battle-din not reach the ears Of Nestor. their mingled clamours rose To Heav’n. the lesser Ajax signalizes himself in a particular manner. which advice is pursued. For louder swells the tumult round the ships.” He said. and succours the Greeks. Expectant of the boist’rous gale’s approach. to which Diomed adds his advice. JUNO DECEIVES JUPITER BY THE GIRDLE OF VENUS. and with some difficulty persuades him to seal the eyes of Jupiter. Till fair-hair’d Hecamede shall prepare The gentle bath. Juno. and is laid asleep. o’er the wine-cup. sinks in her embraces. Neptune takes advantage of his slumber. wounded as they were. is alarmed with the increasing clamour of the war. the Greeks in flight. till the Trojans. she goes to Mount Ida. several actions succeed. this done. As heaves the darkling sea with silent swell. with brass resplendent. what these sounds may mean. which his son. which Ulysses withstands. whom he informs of the extremity of the danger. A sturdy spear too. they should go forth and encourage the army with their presence. Agamemnon proposes to make their escape by night. and all around survey. and drink the ruddy wine. in the tent had left. She then applies herself to the god of Sleep. Well-wrought. The haughty Trojans pressing on their rout Confus’d. that. good Machaon. ARGUMENT. and hastens to Agamemnon.The onset bore. she sets off her charms with the utmost care. and wash thy gory wounds. and his speech He thus address’d to AEsculapius’ son: ”Say. seeing the partiality of Jupiter to the Trojans. on his way he meets that prince with Diomed and Ulysses. But sit thou here. and (the more surely to enchant him) obtains the magic girdle of Venus. and from the wall a buckler took. are obliged to give way. While with his father’s shield himself was girt. tipp’d with brass. and there his eyes A woful sight beheld. is ravished with her beauty.

and now he makes it good. their steps supporting on their spears. them Nestor met. There Nestor met. until our ships The flames had master’d. Ulysses. To seek Atrides. pride of Greece.Nor onward either way is pour’d its flood. that to Troy He never would return. And Agamemnon. spectators of the fight. To mingle in the throng. Deep sorrow fill’d their breasts. have incurr’d the wrath. or counsel seek Of mighty Agamemnon. But come. fiercely fought the rest With mutual slaughter. To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: ”O Nestor. son of Neleus. As of Achilles. none might tell By closest scrutiny. for the spacious beach Could not contain them. Atreus’ son. and leav’st the battle-field? Greatly I fear that noble Hector now His menace will fulfil. unabated. Why com’st thou here. and rang’d them side by side. which way are driv’n The routed Greeks. who made his boast Before th’ assembled Trojans. all the wide-mouth’d bay. for the ships were beach’d Upon the shore. tow’rd the plain The foremost had been drawn. son of Atreus. beside the hoary sea. the better course appear’d. higher. Thus as he mused. and the cry ascends to Heav’n. his mind perplex’d with doubt. advancing from the ships. so intermix’d they fall Promiscuous. The Heav’n-born Kings. Diomed. so high on land They drew. discuss we what may best be done. Together came. Within the headlands. which their souls possess’d. Who thence refuse to battle for the ships?” To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied: ”Such are indeed our prospects. The fear increasing. Heav’n! can it be that I of other Greeks. and with a wall Their sterns surrounded. Such was his threat. So stood th’ old man. The wall is raz’d. 215 . And now around the ships their war they wage. impregnable. loud their armour rang With thrusts of swords and double-pointed spears. Jove on high Could to our fortunes give no diff’rent turn. and ourselves the sword. Thus they. Until it feel th’ impelling blast from Heav’n. and fill’d. Unceasing. ourselves and ships. all By wounds disabled. and in narrow bounds Were pent their multitudes. Far from the battle. wherein our trust we plac’d To guard.

No shame it is to fly. from our native land. then were death our certain lot. Impending evil. Then may we launch in safety all the fleet. till ev’ry man be slain. Who. till nightfall there To ride at anchor: if that e’en by night The Trojans may suspend their fierce assault. Thy counsels all I utterly condemn. since to the ships the war is brought. if the ships he launch’d. Wouldst have us launch our ships. ourselves and ships. But now I see that to the blessed Gods Our foes he equals. ’mid the close and clamour of the fight. ourselves To mingle in the fray I counsel not. Already too triumphant. and give the foe. but with reverted eyes Shrink from the fight. on whom. Jove hath the gift bestow’d. Nor hath the wall avail’d to stay their course. let us all agree The ships that nearest to the sea are beach’d To launch upon the main. impregnable. to bear the brunt Of hardy war. from youth to latest age. better so to fly Than by the threaten’d danger be o’erta’en. We all should here in nameless graves be laid. that no other Greek may hear Words. to such pernicious end Would lead thy baneful counsels. such as those that own thy sway. not long will Greeks Sustain the war. and our strength confounds.” To whom. although by night. and wields A royal sceptre.” Whom answer’d Agamemnon.If judgment aught may profit us. For. and which we vainly hop’d Might guard. Hear then my counsel. cause renew’d For boasting. and th’ allegiance claims Of numbers. King of men: ”Nestor. the object of our painful toil? Be silent. And think’st thou so to leave the lofty walls Of Troy. Ulysses sage: ”What words have pass’d the barrier of thy lips. I knew when once he lov’d to aid the Greeks. on which we Greeks Much toil bestow’d.” 216 . Thou son of Atreus? counsellor of ill! Would thou hadst been of some ignoble band The leader. Nor yet the deep-dug trench. It were not well for wounded men to fight. far from Argos. not the chief of such a host As ours. Seems it the will of Saturn’s mighty son That. which no man might trust his tongue to speak. with scornful glance. Who nobler counsels understands. mighty chief.

Who sees the slaughter and the rout of Greeks: For nought he has of heart. no. he there espous’d Adrastus’ daughter. Though wounded. Yet never meant I. And all the Greeks in feats of arms excell’d.Whom answer’d Agamemnon. He went. How stand aloof. Lest wounds to wounds be added. With fertile corn-lands round. or confront the spears. wand’ring long. Yet of a noble sire I boast me sprung. My father’s father.” He said. own’d a wealthy house. and thus address’d: ”O son of Atreus. who. By Agamemnon led. presume to speak. who sleeps beneath the Theban soil: To Portheus three brave sons were born. not a whit: But perish he. and they. my father. OEneus. King of men: ”Ulysses. was the third. Tydeus. and Agamemnon. Atreus’ son. the King of men. If ye will hear. for they are true: And if my speech be wise. but to rouse The spirits of some. nor mingle in the fray. num’rous flocks he had. accursed of the Gods! Nor deem thou that to thee the blessed Gods Are wholly hostile. or ignobly born. who dwelt In Pleuron and in lofty Calydon. despise it not. By the right hand he took. his words would please me well. that against their will The sons of Greece should launch their well found ships: But if there be who better counsel knows. To Argos came. and said: ”The man is near at hand. and Melas. thy rebuke hath wrung my soul. Hear ye the words I speak. As of one worthless. such was the will of Jove And of th’ Immortals all. great is now the joy With which Achilles’ savage breast is fill’d. his words approving. nor take offence. yet not ourselves To join the combat. to the battle I advise That we perforce repair. zealous heretofore. Agrius. yet again the chiefs And councillors of Troy shall scour in flight 217 . bravest of them all.” Then rose the valiant Diomed. that I. in likeness of an aged man. The youngest of you all. nor far to seek. Nor careless was the watch by Neptune kept: With them. He there remain’d. and orchards stor’d With goodly fruit-trees. Or young or old. went.

and with her hand Wreath’d the thick masses of the glossy hair. wav’d above the brazen floor of Jove. her husband to enfold In love’s embrace. with fondest blandishment And female charm. Ambrosial. And with ambrosia first her lovely skin She purified. and loudly shouting. seated on the crest Of spring-abounding Ida. is the shout. Such was the sound which from his ample chest Th’ Earth-shaker sent. from her chamber forth 218 . Sight hateful in her eyes! then ponder’d deep The stag-ey’d Queen. That. careless sleep Around his eyelids and his senses pour. in three bright drops. by Vulcan built. With golden brooch beneath her breast confin’d. Her dress completed. Then o’er her head th’ imperial Goddess threw A beauteous veil. Immortal. as sunlight white. A robe ambrosial then. In deadly combat meeting. bright. All earth and Heav’n were with the fragrance fill’d. and. Her zone. in many a curious pattern trac’d. and rejoic’d. And. no God might enter in. Her glitt’ring gems suspended from her ears.The dusty plain. how best she might beguile The wakeful mind of aegis-bearing Jove. and gentle. busied in the glory-giving strife. to repair To Ida. That. And. Saw. by Pallas wrought. with fragrant oil anointing. She girt about her. and clos’d the shining doors. this appear’d the readiest mode: Herself with art adorning. with secret keys secur’d.” He said. Her son. breathing forth such odours sweet. She donn’d. Comb’d out her flowing locks. new-wrought. Her husband’s brother and her own she saw. musing. next. Her chamber straight she sought. onward rush’d. And on her well-turn’d feet her sandals bound. O’er her fair skin this precious oil she spread. And all around her grace and beauty shone. Jove she saw. that crown’d th’ imperial head. and from the ships and tents Thine eyes shall see them to the city fly. There enter’d she. by whom were to the door-posts hung Close-fitting doors. The golden-throned Juno downward look’d. from which a hundred tassels hung. and ev’ry Greek inspir’d With stern resolve to wage unflinching war. As of nine thousand or ten thousand men. save herself. there. Standing on high Olympus’ topmost peak.

the boon I ask? Or wilt thou say me nay. smil’d the stag-ey’d Queen of Heav’n. I go to visit them. smiling. and reconcile A lengthen’d feud. And. mighty Queen. and address’d her thus: ”Say.” Whom answer’d thus the laughter-loving Queen: ”I ought not. and Tethys. and pow’r to charm. to grant it if my pow’r May aught avail. This in her hand she plac’d. Juno. say thee nay. Their topmost heights. Tell me thy wish. From Athos then she cross’d the swelling sea. as thou the Trojan cause?” To whom the laughter-loving Venus thus: ”Daughter of Saturn. she soar’d.She issued. For to the bounteous Earth’s extremest bounds I go. for since some cause of wrath Has come between them. And nurs’d me in their home with tend’rest care. 219 . There fond Discourse. and there Persuasion dwelt. and in thy bosom hide. Thou shalt not here ungratified return. and Pieria’s range. with artful speech: ”Give me the loveliness. wrought with ev’ry charm To win the heart. and from th’ other Gods apart She call’d to Venus. thy pleasure shall be done. O’er sweet Emathia.” Thus Venus. who of yore From Rhaea took me. And to their former intercourse restore. and I cannot. But Juno down from high Olympus sped. in wrath that I Espouse the Greek. This broider’d cestus. and. in her bosom hid the gift. Whereby thou reign’st o’er Gods and men supreme. and from her bosom loos’d Her broider’d cestus. Who liest encircled by the arms of Jove. when all-seeing Jove Hurl’d Saturn down below the earth and seas. nor touch’d the earth.” To whom great Juno thus. whate’er thy wish. there young Desire. there Love. Which oft enthralls the mind of wisest men. O’er snowy mountains of horse-breeding Thrace. The sire of Gods. dear child. Then Venus to her father’s house return’d. they from rites of love And from the marriage-bed have long abstain’d: Could I unite them by persuasive words. to visit old Oceanus. Their love and rev’rence were for ever mine.” Thus Venus spoke. wilt thou grant. as thus she spoke: ”Take thou from me.

beneath. and from on high Had hurl’d me. She came.” Whom answer’d thus the gentle God of Sleep: ”Daughter of Saturn. Do thou his piercing eyes in slumber seal. Far from his friends. and now thou fain wouldst urge That I another reckless deed essay. Grant me the boon which now I ask. that day When from the capture and the sack of Troy That mighty warrior. on th’ assembled Gods. But Night. universal King of Gods and men. and win My ceaseless favour in all time to come. Didst cast him forth on Coos’ thriving isle. Even to the stream of old Oceanus.” 220 . a gorgeous throne. as fiercely burn’d His anger on his valiant son’s behalf? Grant my request. but Saturn’s son.Until to Lemnos. Juno. with sweet constraint I bound the sense of aegis-bearing Jove. he his wrath Repress’d. Rich guerdon shall be thine. whom thy love hath long pursued. shall deftly frame. Already once. For. a stool Whereon at feasts thy feet may softly rest. I dare not so approach. godlike Thoas’ seat.” Whom answer’d thus the stag-ey’d Queen of Heav’n: ”Why. Whom. the vanquisher of Gods and men. there met she Sleep. then Jove. While thou. set sail. pour’d His wrath. and of the Graces one. which my skilful son. twin-born with Death. If ever thou hast listen’d to my voice. save by his own desire. Pasithea. rousing the force Of winds tempestuous o’er the stormy sea. The youngest and the fairest. unwilling to invade the claims Of holy Night. she thus address’d: ”Sleep. Prime origin of all. Sleep. Vulcan. obeying thy command. A fearful warning I receiv’d. with thoughts like these perplex thy mind Think’st thou that Jove as ardently desires To aid the men of Troy. Nor sink in sleep. have to wife. son of Jove. On any other of th’ immortal Gods I can with ease exert my slumb’rous pow’r. with ill-design. Immortal. awaking. as his hand she clasp’d. When Jove thou seest in my embraces lock’d. golden. mighty Queen. promiscuous. Her fugitive received me. circumfus’d around. Imperial Jove. Me chief his anger sought. plung’d beneath th’ unfathom’d sea.

Remain’d. who of yore Receiv’d. and reconcile A lengthen’d feud. I shall have to wife. on Lectum first. whom my love hath long pursued. and Tethys. fairest. The sire of Gods. nurse of beasts. first They tasted of the secret joys of love. Meanwhile at spring-abounding Ida’s foot My horses wait me. and call’d by name On all the Titans. The youngest. The tallest growth of Ida. to visit old Oceanus. for since some cause of wrath Has come between them. Pasithea. He saw. that on high Flung through the desert air its boughs to Heav’n. There Sleep. And how. To Gargarus. Sleep. In spring-abounding Ida. ere yet he met the eye of Jove. and address’d her thus: ”From high Olympus. they pass’d From Lemnos. Thy one hand laid upon the fruitful earth. Inviolable. sworn and ratified the oath. Juno meanwhile to Ida’s summit sped. Like to a mountain bird of shrillest note. to Ida hast thou come in haste? For horses here or chariot hast thou none. Juno.” To whom thus Juno with deceitful speech Replied: ”To fertile earth’s extremest bounds I go. Whom Gods the Chalcis. The other resting on the sparkling sea. He rose to meet her. and nurtur’d me with tend’rest care. that o’er land and sea 221 . they from rites of love And from the marriage-bed have long abstain’d. and sudden passion fir’d his soul. While wav’d beneath their feet the lofty woods. may of our solemn bond Be witnesses. and journey’d o’er the land. I go to visit them.Thus promis’d Juno. sub-Tartarean Gods: Then. As when. their parents’ eyes eluding.” He said: nor did the white-arm’d Queen refuse. The sea they left. rejoicing. the Cloud-compeller saw. Skimming their airy way. by the stream of Styx. that of the Graces one. She took the oath requir’d. and. That all the Gods who in the nether realms With Saturn dwell. and from Imbros. Amid the pine’s close branches lay ensconc’d. heard. men the night-hawk call. veil’d in cloud. whither bound. mounted on a lofty pine. And answer’d thus: ”Swear then the awful oath.

all around them spread a veil Of golden cloud. As Bacchus. for very shame. sage in council as the Gods. Crocus and hyacinth. Nor the neat-footed maiden Danae. nor noble Phoenix’ child. and lotus dew-besprent. with close-fitting doors secur’d. nor for thyself. We celebrate the mystic rites of love. For all around us I will throw such veil Of golden cloud. Lest it displease thee. who bore Pirithous. to thee unknown. of whom was born In Thebes the mighty warrior Hercules. her who Perseus bore.” Thus saying. dost thou speak? If here on Ida. return. of Semele: No. built for thee By Vulcan. joy of men. Thou hast thy secret chamber. in the face of day. on thine account From high Olympus hither have I come. Profuse and soft. 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. golden-tressed Queen. There lay they.” To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: ”Juno.” To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: ”Juno.” To whom thus Juno with deceitful speech: ”What words. Nor for Latona bright. Acrisius’ daughter.Alike my chariot bear. Nor for Alcmena fair. go we now. if. Who bore me Minos. nor for Ceres. There on the topmost height of Gargarus. Thither. nor for Semele. 222 . How if some other of th’ immortal Gods Should find us sleeping. a fragrant couch. The teeming earth beneath them caus’d to spring The tender grass. Th’ observ’d of all. and ’mid all the Gods Should spread the tale abroad? I could not then Straight to thy house. thy visit yet awhile defer. As now with fond desire for thee I burn. if such thy pleasure. But if indeed such passion fill thy soul. in his arms he clasp’d his wife. whence heav’nly dews distill’d. upspringing from the earth. Not for Ixion’s beauteous wife. I sought the Ocean’s deeply-flowing stream. that not the sun himself With sharpest beam of light may pierce it through. dread son of Saturn. and the godlike might Of Rhadamanthus. nor fear the eye of God or man.

Then Sleep arose. if we. Neptune sprang forth in front. Thro’out the ranks they pass’d. our heads With flashing helmets guarded. Priam’s son. The bravest donn’d the best. in our hands Grasping our longest spears. To seize our ships. Beguil’d by Juno. and to the Grecian ships In haste repairing. and more intense the strain 223 . ye Greeks. Forward they mov’d. The Kings themselves.” He said. Ulysses. and endless glory gain? Such is his boast and menace. Hector meantime the Trojan troops array’d. And if. in whose arms he lies. vivid as the lightning’s flash: Yet in the deadly strife he might not join. Though bold he be. Girt with our best and broadest shields. th’ Earth-shaker led them on: In his broad hand an awful sword he bore. Diomed. and don the larger shield. Myself will lead you on.” He said. to th’ Earth-shaking King His tidings bore. Neptune. and standing at his side Thus to the God his winged words address’d: ”Now. for I In sweet unconsciousness have drown’d his sense. among our bravest. and call’d aloud: ”Again. Hear then my counsel: let us all agree. But kindled terror in the minds of men. While slumber holds the eyes of Jove. any bear Too small a buckler. that short-liv’d triumph they may gain. to the Greeks thy ready aid Afford. to dare the fight. the rest. will fear with me to cope.By sleep and love subdued. and vanish’d ’mid the tribes of men: But fir’d with keener zeal to aid the Greeks. Atreus’ son. and they assenting heard his speech. Then fiercer grew. repos’d in peace. When with their dazzling armour all were girt. And mighty Agamemnon. the worse the worst. yet the troops array’d. Yet him we scarce should miss. and Priam’s son. and chang’d the arms. But firmly stood for mutual defence. Though sorely wounded. Clasp’d in his arms his wife. Long-bladed. since in wrath Achilles still beside his ships remains. th’ immortal Sire. with some meaner man Let him exchange. shall our remissness yield The victory to Hector.

In hope to seize the spoil. On rush’d. the near beholder stands. Godlike Agenor. And serv’d to prop the ships. the bravest all. Less loud the wind. Great Hector threw his spear. At Ajax first. nor miss’d his aim. with furious shout. And aided. So in the dust the might of Hector lay: Dropp’d from his hand the spear. Valiant AEneas. For gather’d close around. with charioteer and well-wrought car. who straight before him stood. with joyous shout. Nor did the rest not aid. As by the bolt of Heav’n Uprooted. below the throat. tow’rd the town. and the Lycian chief Sarpedon. his flying coursers stood. all around That scatter’d lay beneath the warriors’ feet. To where. Than rose the cry of Trojans and of Greeks. As each. with one of these. And awestruck hears the thunder-peal of Jove. Which bore him. that driv’n By stormy Boreas. met Across his breast. and the noble Glaucus stood.Of furious fight. Less loud the roar of Ocean’s wave. deeply groaning. encounter’d each. Bereft of strength. that the Greeks. appall’d. these two his life preserv’d. the shield and helm Fell with him. to wildest fury rous’d. As Hector backward stepp’d. His silver-studded sword the other. As with loud clamour met th’ opposing hosts. The sulph’rous vapour taints the air. above the shield He smote him on the breast. the sons of Greece. the one which bore his shield. of many. breaks upon the beach. when Ocean’s dark-hair’d King And Priam’s noble son were met in arms. With whirling motion. that from his stalwart hand The spear had flown in vain. loud his polished armour rang. Less loud the crackling of the flames that rage In the deep forest of some mountain glen. and back he sprang For safety to his comrades’ shelt’ring ranks: But mighty Ajax Telamon upheav’d A pond’rous stone. thick flew the spears: Yet none might reach or wound the fallen chief. 224 . and Polydamas. while in their arms His comrades bore him from the battle-field. Beyond the fight. circling as it flew. their shields’ broad orbs Before him still they held. Howls in the branches of the lofty oaks. prostrate lies some forest oak. But when the ford was reach’d of Xanthus’ stream. The mass he hurl’d. High tow’rd the tents uprose the surging sea. Where the two belts. Hector was wroth. this the Trojans.

whom close beside The dead had fall’n. Who by the banks of Satnois kept his herds. When Hector from the field they saw withdrawn. But Panthous’ son a swift avenger came. He. Clutch’d with his palms the ground. Satnius slew: Him a fair Naiad nymph to OEnops bore. and born of no ignoble race. in his turn. Then on his knees half rising. again he fell. the Greeks with pain his vaunting heard. Forward he fell. Then Ajax. Oileus’ active son. Still by the blow subdu’d. or perchance 225 . and o’er his corpse Trojans and Greeks in stubborn fight engag’d. son Of Areilycus. on the ground they laid him down. exulting. approaching near. And darkling shades of night his eyes o’erspread. 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. May use it as a staff to Pluto’s realm. he lifted up awhile his eyes. with brandish’d spear. and tell me true. thus: ”Say now. Foremost of all.Broad-flowing. for Heav’n had will’d his death: The spine it struck.” Thus he. eddying. by immortal Jove Begotten. he at Polydamas. with zeal redoubled. With sudden spring assailing. Receiv’d the spear. then. and ere or knee or leg. But chief it rous’d the spirit within the breast Of Ajax Telamon. Polydamas. hurl’d in haste his glitt’ring spear. the topmost joint. rolling in the dust. he. press’d the Greeks. and nostrils struck the ground. Oileus’ son Thrust through the flank: he fell. and he. Valiant Antenor’s brother. he disgorg’d The clotted blood. where met The head and neck. His head. Retreating. Onward. But young Archilochus. and struck Through the right shoulder Prothoenor. ’scap’d the stroke of fate. Him then. and mouth. Polydamas. but backward to the earth. perchance. springing sideways. Antenor’s son. and both the tendons broke. right through was driv’n The sturdy spear. shouting loud. May this be deem’d for Prothoenor’s death A full equivalent? no common man He seems. And dash’d the cooling water on his brow: Reviv’d.

who fain Would by the feet have drawn away the dead: Then Acamas. though well he knew. an only son. next he slew Ilioneus. with vict’ry crown’d. of all the Trojans most Belov’d of Hermes. As neither shall the wife of Promachus. who on Olympus dwell.” Thus he. Who waited not th’ encounter. His mother bore. not long unpaid the debt Due for my brother’s blood! ’Tis well for him Who leaves a brother to avenge his fate. ye Nine. in boasting measureless! Not ours alone the labour and the loss Of battle. Who. To him Ilioneus. First bore away his foeman’s bloody spoils? 226 . beneath the brow And through the socket of the eye was struck. cried aloud: ”Ye wretched Greeks. the son of Phorbas.His son. return. then bitter grief Possess’d the Trojans’ souls. who now. who his wealth increas’d. ye too have your share of death. on Acamas he sprang. the sever’d head and helm Together fell. ye Trojans! bid that in the house Of brave Ilioneus his parents raise The voice of wailing for their gallant son. for through the eye. the gory head Uplifting. The son of Alegenor. But Peneleus his weighty sword let fall Full on his neck. But chief it rous’d the spirit within the breast Of Peneleus. with glad smile Her husband’s coming hail. Behold where lies your Promachus. the likeness speaks him near akin. Thrusting the eyeball out. with his spear Slew the Boeotian Promachus. remaining still infix’d The sturdy spear.” Thus he. the spear was driv’n: With hands extended. And backward through the head. subdued Beneath my spear. when th’ Earth-shaker turn’d the tide of war. pale fear possess’d them all. exulting. Each looking round to seek escape from death. when home from Troy We sons of Greece. Guarding his brother’s body. to the Trojans vaunting cried: ”Go now. the Greeks with pain his vaunting heard. then he. down to earth he sank.” Thus as he spoke. but Acamas. Say now. Lord Of num’rous flocks.

attempts with extraordinary address to incense them against Jupiter. Neptune in their midst: He saw too Hector stretch’d upon the plain. BOOK XV. Drawing short breath. AT THE SHIPS. And Morys. repairing to the assembly of the gods. marches before him with his aegis. He breaks down the first part of the Grecian wall. awaking. THE FIFTH BATTLE. But chiefest slaughter of the Trojans wrought Oileus’ active son. he saw the Trojans and the Greeks. brings him back to the battle. he is highly incensed at the artifice of Juno. as the grinding spear Drain’d all his vitals. to chase the flying foe. His comrades standing round. The son of Gyrtius. through the gaping wound His spirit escap’d. in particular she touches Mars with a violent resentment. Meriones Hippotion gave to death. made head awhile Beside their cars. Iris commands Neptune to leave the battle. to which. Apollo reinspires Hector with vigour. triumphant. ARGUMENT. after much reluctance and passion. Now when the Trojans had recross’d the trench And palisades. who to battle led The warlike Mysians. Teucer Periphetes slew. then Jove on Ida’s height At golden-throned Juno’s side awoke. Iris and Apollo obey the orders of Jupiter. blood gushing from his mouth. AND THE ACTS OF AJAX. For by no feeble hand the blow was dealt. next Antilochus From Mermerus and Phalces stripp’d their arms. senseless he lay. the rest. Those in confusion. he consents.Great Ajax Telamon first Hyrtius smote. and attempt to fire the first line of the fleet. but are yet repelled by the greater Ajax with a prodigious slaughter. Routed. when Jove had fill’d Their souls with fear. who appeases him by her submissions. she is then sent to Iris and Apollo. he is ready to take arms. Rising. the Trojans rush in. And Prothoon. and Neptune at the head of the Greeks. and turns the fortune of the fight. Menelaus. and in their headlong flight Many had fall’n by Grecian swords. Hector in a swoon. and darkness clos’d his eyes. 227 . Juno. Jupiter. of all the Greeks No foot so swift as his. sees the Trojans repulsed from the trenches. while behind them press’d The Greeks. and pale with fear. through the flank Smote Hyperenor. but is prevented by Minerva.

is thy work! thy wicked wiles Have Hector quell’d. and betray’d. to Juno spoke: ”This. Whom thou. and aids the Greeks. o’er the wat’ry waste With fell intent didst send. and to thy feet Attach’d two pond’rous anvils. obedient to thy will. and thy hands With golden fetters bound. that thou mayst learn To cease thy treach’rous wiles. and could my words Prevail.Pitying. After long toil. with sternest glance. That not by my suggestion and advice Earth-shaking Neptune on the Trojan host. stag-ey’d Queen. In this he but obeys his own desire. O cloud-girt King.” He said. of thy vile deceit. Wherewith thou hast deceived me. Her answer heard. in synod of the Gods Thy counsels shall indeed with mine agree. and terror seiz’d the stag-ey’d Queen. the weightiest oath Of solemn pow’r to bind the blessed Gods. and thus with gracious smile: ”If. our nuptial bed. nor hope to gain By all thy lavish’d blandishments of love. This to thy mind I bring. Who looks with pity on the Grecian host Beside their ships o’erborne. By shameful scourging. I rescued him from thence. which none might break? There didst thou hang amid the clouds of Heav’n. with Boreas. and Trojans driv’n to flight: Nor know I but thyself mayst reap the fruit. to Argos’ grassy plains. the Sire of Gods and men beheld. Hast thou forgotten how in former times I hung thee from on high. And Stygian stream beneath. well pleas’d. Juno. and yon broad Heav’n above. Yet was not quench’d My wrath on godlike Hercules’ account. And thus. And Hector. Who thus with winged words address’d her Lord: ”By Earth I swear. my counsel were to shape his course. the Sire of Gods and men.” She said. Through all Olympus’ breadth the Gods were wroth. 228 . pours his wrath. By thine own sacred head. and tempest-toss’d. Yet dar’d not one approach to set thee free. With little left of life. him had I Hurl’d from Heav’n’s threshold till to earth he fell. If any so had ventur’d. Whose holy tie I never could forswear. and brought him back. Cast him ashore on Coos’ fruitful isle.

And from the hand of fair-fac’d Themis took The proffer’d cup. his comrade then. obedient to thy will and mine.” And in a moment many a scene surveys. Yet will not I my anger intermit. by his comrade’s death Enrag’d. heartless fear infusing in the Greeks. Yet not to fall till many valiant youths Have felt his prowess. and hither send Iris. Sarpedon. Olympus’ heights she reach’d. Inspiring new-born vigour. and from th’ Idaean mount With rapid flight to high Olympus sped. and. And pray’d me to avenge her warrior son. how strong soe’er his wish. the white-arm’d Queen of Heav’n submiss His mandate heard. and the boon obtain’d I promis’d once. fear? hath Saturn’s son. amid the rest. Put them to flight. why com’st thou hither? and with looks Of one distraught with. The Greeks possess the lofty walls of Troy. and to his own domain retire.Neptune. or here. he shall send to battle forth To be by Hector slain. My son. who first had run to meet. till Peleus’ son behold His wish accomplish’d. that flying they may fall Beside Achilles’ ships.” Thus he. That day when sea-born Thetis clasp’d my knees. thus sore affrighted thee?” 229 . That she may to the Grecian camp repair. the rest she pass’d. And thus with winged words address’d the Queen: ”Juno. Thenceforth my counsel is. by Pallas’ deep designs. Thy mighty Lord. Swift as the mind of man. must change His course. Go to th’ assembled Gods. and in the house Of Jove appear’d amid th’ assembled Gods. ”here was I such a day. with golden cups Greeting their Queen’s approach. in front of Troy. and with a nod confirm’d. that from the ships The Trojan force shall still be backward driv’n. Achilles Hector shall subdue. Patroclus. So Juno sped o’er intervening space. and Phoebus of the silver bow. and allaying The mortal pains which bow his spirit down: Then. They at her coming rose. While Phoebus Hector to the fight restores. And if in all sincerity thou speak. who many a land Hath travell’d o’er. And bid that Neptune from the battle-field Withdraw. Nor suffer other of th’ immortal Gods To aid the Greeks. Until at length. and with reflective thought Recalls.

That to the Grecian ships I haste. And boasts o’er all th’ immortal Gods to reign In unapproach’d pre-eminence of pow’r. and from his head The helmet lifted. to sway. Thou for the Gods in haste prepare the feast. on her lips There dwelt indeed a smile.To whom the white-arm’d Goddess. from his arm the shield.” She said. Prepare then each his sev’ral woe to bear. spoke: ”Blame not. 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. nor all.” He said. lamenting. ”Frantic. blood. or men. Sprang past the vestibule. Or hope. who madly strive with Jove. and Mars. and sat. enrag’d. and gave command to Fear and Flight To yoke his ear. By word or deed. Since in the fight. then with reproachful words She thus assail’d th’ impetuous God of War. or Gods. Themis. He all our counsels heeds not. and donn’d his glitt’ring arms. 230 . methinks. is slain. and thus. the blow hath fall’n. to avenge My slaughter’d son. Quitting in haste the throne whereon she sat. but derides. Her farther speech awaited. I ween. but not a ray Pass’d o’er her dark’ning brow.” She said. the Gods. the man he loves the best. his brawny thigh Smote with his hands. and passion-maddened. thus: ”Forbear thy questions. as thus her wrath Amid th’ assembled Gods found vent in words: ”Fools are we all. from all apart. and dust to lie. amid th’ Immortals all. The brazen spear. who on Olympus dwell. And boasts his son. well thou know’st How haughty and imperious is his mind. Juno. Took from his sturdy hand. On Mars e’en now. Ascalaphus. But Pallas. though blasted by Heav’n’s fire ’Twere mine ’mid corpses. What evil he designs. Though now in blissful ignorance they feast. in alarm for all the Gods. his course. by access to his throne. Then shalt thou learn. Then from the throne of Jove had heavier wrath And deeper vengeance on th’ Immortals fall’n. ye Gods. His counsels will approve. oppress’d with care. and rear’d upright.

Others as brave of heart. and yet must fall. 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 thus to Iris first his speech address’d: ”Haste thee.” Thus saying.” He said. pursued their way. And Iris. If my commands he heed not. and to her throne return’d. Nor aught omitting. and to Ocean’s King My message bear. without the house. despite thy grief. His elder born. nor obey. And when. be driv’n Back to Olympus.Fresh from the presence of Olympian Jove? Wouldst thou. by Jove’s command. Have fall’n. Or to his own domain of sea withdraw. From Ida’s heights to sacred Ilium sped. and vain th’ attempt To watch at once o’er all the race of men. and on all alike. well-pleas’d he witness’d their approach In swift obedience to his consort’s words. By hard constraint. Th’ all-seeing son of Saturn there they found Upon the topmost crag of Gargarus. arriv’d. that observe and do. as strong of arm. 231 . swift Iris.” Thus Juno spoke. Swift as the snow-flakes from the clouds descend. from the battle-field Bid him retire. at the word. thine evil destiny fulfill’d. before his face ye stand. An incense-breathing cloud around him spread. to his seat again she forc’d Th’ impetuous Mars: meanwhile. Wild nurse of forest beasts. nor may his spirit aspire To rival me. Before the face of cloud-compelling Jove They stood. Apollo call’d. his anger would be pour’d. Whate’er he orders. And thus to both her winged words address’d: ”Jove bids you with all speed to Ida haste. Juno. swift-footed Iris. nor misreporting aught. and his wrath Embroil Olympus. he dare await My hostile coming. Guilty or not. mighty though he be. While they to spring-abounding Ida’s heights. and join th’ assembled Gods. messenger from God to God. Waive then thy vengeance for thy gallant son. mightier far than him. whom all regard with awe. Let him consider in his inmost soul If.

each obtain’d His meed of honour due. Threefold was our partition. then.” To whom in tow’ring wrath th’ Earth-shaking God: ”By Heav’n. dark-hair’d Circler of the Earth. if me. Or to thine own domain of sea withdraw. amid the sky and clouds. which to Jove Thou bidd’st me bear? perchance thine angry mood May bend to better counsels. Thine elder born. his equal born. Who o’er the nether regions holds his sway. He seeks by force to baffle of my will. all of Rhaea born To Saturn.” To whom swift-footed Iris thus replied: ”Is this. who perforce Must listen to his mandates. and high Olympus. Beware his arm. dark-hair’d Circler of the Earth. ether-born. by his side she stood. as mightier far than thee. nor will I walk To please the will of Jove. whom all regard with awe. To thee I bring from AEgis-bearing Jove. And fight against thee. We were three brethren. With his own third contented let him rest: Nor let him think that I. Hither he menaces himself to come.Or wintry hail before the driving blast Of Boreas. He bids thee straightway from the battle-field Retire. 232 . The realms of Darkness fell to Pluto’s share. he yet presumes Somewhat too far. so swift to Earth Descended Iris. are to all A common heritage. But Earth.” To whom Earth-shaking Neptune thus replied: ”Immortal Iris. Broad Heav’n. though great he be. Shall quail before his arm. And in good season spoken. stern and haughty. though great he be. And with these words th’ Earth-shaking God address’d: ”A message. and either join th’ assembled Gods. noblest minds Are easiest bent. to Jove. nor may thy spirit aspire To rival him. as wholly vile. the hoary Sea By lot my habitation was assign’d. Jove and I. and obey. If his commands thou heed not. but he warns thee first. nor obey. weighty are thy words. The message. and Pluto third. his lofty words Were better to his daughters and his sons Address’d. and o’er superior age Thou know’st th’ avenging Furies ever watch. and ’tis well When envoys are by sound discretion led. his own begotten.

nor shall my threat be vain: Let him remember. The cold sweat dried. Vulcan’s will. the Greeks be driv’n. both for me and him. had he dar’d resist. now to consciousness restor’d. that in panic to their ships.Yet are my heart and mind with grief oppress’d. The tumult of our strife had reach’d the Gods Who in the nether realms with Saturn dwell. Then will I so by word and deed contrive That they may gain fresh respite from their toil. nor did Apollo not obey His Sire’s commands. thou son of Priam. if in my despite. and from the field withdrew Beneath the ocean wave. to Apollo then The Cloud-compeller thus his speech address’d: ”Go straight to Hector of the brazen helm. And crown with victory the Grecian arms. close beside him stood The Far-destroyer.” Th’ Earth-shaker said. though indignant. Like to a falcon. escaping thus My high displeasure. The feud between us never can be heal’d. and address’d him thus: ”Hector. He spare to overthrow proud Ilium’s tow’rs. swooping on a dove. Far-darting King. Take thou. ’Gainst Pallas’. nor gasping now for breath. 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 233 . and wave on high thy tassell’d shield. The Grecian warriors daunting: thou thyself. then Priam’s son he found. stretch’d at length no more. his equal both by birth and fate. but with indignant sense of wrong. Hermes’. With recognition looking on his friends. Swiftest of birds. for beneath the ocean wave Th’ Earth-shaker hath withdrawn. Good Phoebus. When me. That. This too I say. Since by the will of AEgis-bearing Jove To life new waken’d. Juno’s.” He said. He seeks with haughty words to overbear. For to compel him were no easy task. so restore his strength And vigour. I yield. Yet thus ’tis better. thy special care bestow On noble Hector. And the broad Hellespont. to my will he yields. But sitting. The godlike Hector. from Ida’s heights he flew. the warrior Greeks His loss deploring.

His halter broken. and daunt the warrior Greeks. who of old have thy protector been. and all my vigour quell’d? I deem’d in sooth this day my soul. by the tumult rous’d. neighing. and to their feet their courage fell. Should see the dead. So vig’rous. a lion stand. Prince of Gods. His horsemen summoning at Heav’n’s command. Check’d in their mid career. then tossing high his head. Andraemon’s son. Phoebus Apollo. by mighty Ajax hurl’d. I. expir’d. With bristling mane. at well-fill’d manger fed. from Saturn’s son I come From Ida’s height to be thy guide and guard.” To whom again the far-destroying King: ”Be of good cheer. bid them drive Their flying cars to assail the Grecian ships: I go before: and will thy horses’ way Make plain and smooth. Who late in eager throngs were pressing on. Hector plied his active limbs. before them. And revels in the widely-flowing stream To bathe his sides. Who thus enquirest of me? know’st thou not How a huge stone. skill’d to throw The jav’lin. He thus with prudent speech began. Thrusting with swords and double-pointed spears. Summon thy num’rous horsemen. That ’mid the crags and thick o’ershadowing wood Hath refuge found. ev’n so the Greeks. While o’er his shoulders streams his ample mane. or mountain goat. As some proud steed. dauntless in the stubborn fight. Thee and thy city guarding. in conscious pride. and said: ”Great is the marvel which our eyes behold. 234 . struck me on the breast. To the wide pastures of the mares he flies. when in debate In full assembly Grecian youths contend. Recoil’d. and baffled their pursuit: If.” His words fresh vigour in the chief infus’d. Light-borne on active limbs. When Hector moving through the ranks they saw.With falt’ring voice: ”Who art thou. As when a rustic crowd of men and dogs Have chas’d an antler’d stag. scours the plain. As on his comrades by the Grecian ships I dealt destruction. Dash’d to the earth. of the golden sword. AEtolia’s bravest warrior. By few surpass’d in speech. Rise then straight. back they turn. and Pluto’s shadowy realm. To whom thus Thoas spoke.

235 . Whose arm hath slack’d the knees of many a Greek: So will he now. for not without the aid Of Jove. but when he turn’d its flash Full in the faces of the astonish’d Greeks. dread to look on. and many. such panic ’mid their ranks. This on his arm. skilful workman. to wait th’ assault Of Hector and his Trojans. hurl’d By vig’rous arms. As when two beasts of prey. Some God hath been his guard. Fix’d in the ground. some buried in the flesh Of stalwart youths. or a num’rous flock of sheep. while behind. While of our army we. the Trojan troops he led. so eager for the fight. from either side Shrill clamours rose. Stand fast. And shouted loud. fell midway on the plain. ere they reach’d Their living mark. and all by my advice be rul’d: Back to the ships dismiss the gen’ral crowd. may fear To throw himself amid our serried ranks. And Meges. at dead of night. While Phoebus motionless his AEgis held. Th’ unwarlike many to the ships retir’d. their spirits within them quail’d. and fast the people fell On either side. Which Vulcan. The Trojan mass came on. though brave. doth he stand So boldly forth. gave to Jove. and many a jav’lin. Firm stood the mass of Greeks. the foremost men. With sudden onset scatter wide a herd Of oxen. and Hector sav’d. and Idomeneus The King. To scatter terror ’mid the souls of men. so unnerv’d by fear The Greeks dispers’d. Their keepers absent. in vain athirst for blood. That vict’ry so might crown the Trojan arms. Their stedfast battle rang’d. and meeting him with levell’d spears. Apollo sent. Thick flew the shafts. and fast from many a string The arrows flew. and Meriones. then. Hear. Hold him in check. bold as Mars. the Lord of thunder. before him Phoebus went. his arm sustain’d The awful AEgis. Escap’d the death we hop’d him to have met Beneath the hands of Ajax Telamon. His shoulders veil’d in cloud. and Teucer. with all their best. and as the masses broke. by Hector led With haughty stride. and all obey’d his words: The mighty Ajax. hung With shaggy tassels round and dazzling bright.” He said: they heard.That Hector see again to life restor’d. and he. Their fiery courage borne in mind no more.

O’er this their columns pass’d. they. AEneas Medon slew. For him no fun’ral pyre his kin shall light. which late in play he rais’d. And fill’d it in. as when a child upon the beach. Thus hemm’d beside the ships they made their stand. by Hector’s hand Fell Stichius and Arcesilas. Trod down with ease th’ embankment of the ditch. Gerenian Nestor. and on his horses’ shoulder point Let fall the lash. in the van. the wall. Medon. was driv’n to dwell. hard-press’d. to ev’ry God address’d their pray’r: And chief. and leave the bloody spoils: ”Whom I elsewhere. Or male or female. th’ Athenian chief.” He said. sentest panic through their souls. Easy. far as a jav’lin’s flight Hurl’d by an arm that proves its utmost strength. and all. the Grecian toil and pains Confounding. son of Bucolus. with hands Outstretch’d. Through ditch and palisades promiscuous dash’d The flying Greeks. While loudly Hector to the Trojans call’d To assail the ships. and gain’d. and Iasus. and through his chest was driv’n: These while the Trojans of their arms despoil’d. but before the wall Our city’s dogs his mangled flesh shall tear. my hand shall doom him on the spot. and o’er it bridg’d a way Level and wide. While each exhorted each. and from the ships aloof Shall find. Apollo bore His AEgis o’er them. Far from his native home. he in Phylace. was deem’d The son of Sphelus. Agenor Olonius. With hands uplifted tow’rd the starry Heav’n: 236 . Polites Echius. The leader of Boeotia’s brass-clad host. with hands and feet o’erthrows The mound of sand. the great Oileus’ bastard son. His sire Oileus’ wife. and cast down the wall. Polydamas amid the foremost ranks Mecistes slew. Apollo.Each Trojan slew his man. while from Paris’ hand An arrow. thou. The other. In wanton play. Since one to Eriopis near akin. prop of Greece. and loudly through the ranks Call’d on the Trojans. the one. Phoebus. beneath the shoulder struck Deiocus. his hand had slain: And Iasus. with answ’ring shout And noise unspeakable. ’mid the crowd of fugitives Shot from behind. So. brave Menestheus’ trusted friend. urg’d on with him Their harness’d steeds. Brother of Ajax.

While yet beyond the ships. in anguish thus he spoke: ”Eurypylus. Nor those again the Grecian masses break.” He said. repel. as the mind of Jove they knew. and thine assenting nod Confirm’d thy promise. Deeply he groan’d. Of pow’r to charm away the bitter pains. in firm array. As o’er the bulwarks of a ship pour down The mighty billows of the wide-path’d sea. Driv’n by the blast. And healing unguents to his wound applied. loud thunder’d from on high The Lord of counsel. and quickly on his errand sped. I can no longer stay. and smiting on his thigh With either palm. Compact and strong. but th’ attendants’ care Will all thy wants supply. and hand to hand.” Thus Nestor pray’d. while I in haste Achilles seek. Nor let the Greeks to Trojan arms succumb. and offer’d up his pray’r For safe return. 237 . And force their passage through the ships and tents. though in numbers less. These on their chariots. with pond’rous spars Which on the ships were stor’d for naval war. Press’d on the Greeks. So down the wall. Patroclus still Within the tent of brave Eurypylus Remaining. and urge him to the war. endur’d The onset of the Trojans. nor could these The assailants. so fierce the storm Of battle rages. as he heard the pray’r Of Neleus’ aged son. The Trojans. on the lofty decks Of their dark vessels those. with shouts. O remember now His pray’r. by the ships they fought With double-pointed spears. that tosses high the waves. about the wall The Greeks and Trojans fought. how great soe’er thy need.”O Father Jove! if any e’er to Thee On corn-clad plains of Argos burnt the fat Of bulls and sheep. stave off the pitiless day of doom. the Trojans pour’d. Who knows but Heav’n may grant me to succeed? For great is oft a friend’s persuasive pow’r. with double zeal. The cars admitted. But when the Trojans pouring o’er the wall. Meanwhile the Greeks. with his converse sooth’d the chief. And routed Greeks in panic flight he saw. their heads encas’d in brass. with warlike ardour fir’d.

His comrade. on his brother call’d: ”Good Teucer. and Troy’s. in this press of war Slack not your efforts. and struck Pisenor’s son. the comrade of Polydamas. On Trojans and on Lycians call’d aloud: ”Trojans and Lycians. yet Lycophron. Who all his art by Pallas’ aid has learnt. Who ’mid their throng of ships has nobly fall’n. Mastor’s son (Who flying from Cythera’s lovely isle With guilt of bloodshed. As tow’rd the ship a blazing torch he bore. And well-stor’d quiver: on the Trojans fast He pour’d his shafts. So level lay the balance of the fight. The son of Mastor. son of Clytius. as he spoke. nor let Greeks his arms possess.As by a rule. there in Hector’s cause. swift-wing’d messengers of fate. Clitus. his limbs relax’d in death. And where thy trusty bow. Teucer heard. of Cythera. who now Lies slain by noble Hector. shudd’ring. And stood beside him. and dropp’d his hand the torch.” At Ajax. Apollo’s gift?” Thus Ajax. But Hector. But Hector that of Ajax sought alone. He still was found. in cunning workman’s hand. for. near to Ajax dwelt). Then noble Ajax with his jav’lin smote Caletor. Nor Hector Ajax from his post could move. when his eyes his kinsman saw By the dark vessel. nor he repel The foe who came protected by a God. prostrate in the dust. The noble son of Panthous. above the ear He struck. Thund’ring he fell. Then Ajax. and ran in haste. For that one ship they two unwearied toil’d. but miss’d his aim. he the reins Held in his hand. A vessel’s plank is smooth and even laid. and ye Dardans. and pierc’d the brain: from the tall prow Backwards he fell. Where are then Thine arrows. our Cytheran guest. Others round other ships maintain’d the war. Standing beside the chief. haste to save the son Of Clytius. we have lost a faithful friend. his gleaming spear He threw. fam’d In close encounter. through the breast. where’er the throng Was thickest. And burn the ship with fire. Whom as a father all rever’d. with his bended bow. and all his care bestow’d To guide his horses. but o’er him hung the doom 238 .

fearful. Not long the fight had rag’d around the ships: But Jove’s all-seeing eye beheld. and cast Thy shield about thy shoulders. To whom he gives the prize of victory. leave there thine arrows and thy bow. Them first the King Polydamas beheld. all aghast. and still be near at hand. 239 . and ye Dardans fam’d In close encounter. Marr’d by some God who grudges our renown. swerving aside. The bow’s well-twisted string he snapp’d in twain. some God our best-laid schemes of war Confounds. with horsehair plume. Then to his brother. hath Jove destroy’d A chieftain’s weapon. Easy ’tis to trace O’er human wars th’ o’erruling hand of Jove. who saw the weapon marr’d. o’er his brow. Again at Hector of the brazen helm An arrow Teucer aim’d. the brass-tipp’d arrow flew Wide of the mark. and Teucer’s hopes deceiv’d. As Teucer drew. quit ye now like men. To Trojans and to Lycians call’d aloud: ”Trojans and Lycians. and swiftly stood by Ajax’ side. That nodded. and dropp’d his hand the bow. Then ’mid the foremost join’d again the fray. E’en now. Hector meanwhile. but nobly dare the fight. to face the foe. if yield we must. well-wrought.” ”Thus Ajax spoke. And stay’d their course. my swift-wing’d shafts to bear. and had the shaft The life of Hector quench’d in mid career. Astynous. with sharpen’d point of brass: Then ran.” Whom answer’d thus great Ajax Telamon: ”O friend. he cried: ”O Heav’n. then he gave them. Against the ships your wonted valour show. and Teucer in the tent Bestowed his bow. before our eyes. wrench’d the bow. Down from the car he fell. which I But late attach’d. and on his firm-set head A helm he plac’d. Let us not tamely yield. and urge the rest. and o’er his shoulders threw His fourfold shield. and thyself Stand forth. his hand Grasp’d the firm spear. with command To keep good watch. But take in hand thy pond’rous spear. And snapp’d the newly-twisted string. who from my hand hath. who watch’d O’er Hector’s life.Which none might turn aside. for from behind The fateful arrow struck him through the neck. Our well-built ships. to Protiaon’s son. The startled horses whirl’d the empty car.

in dire distress. when the Greeks Embarking hence shall take their homeward way. son of Lampus. but to the fight he calls. E’en let him die! a glorious death is his Who for his country falls. wife. assail’d (The son of Lampus he. Meges saw. Ajax. As now the Greeks. the prince of men. Then Hector Schedius. who this day Shall meet his doom. leaves Preserv’d from danger. thund’ring he fell. and can ye hope That each. withholding aid. Him Dolops. slew. Hector cheers his forces on? Not to the dance. ’Twere better far at once to die.” His words fresh courage rous’d in ev’ry breast. and thrust at Meges’ shield. Greeks! this very hour decides If we must perish.And whom. Well train’d in ev’ry point of war. And from his corpse the victor stripp’d his arms. Son of Laomedon). The proud Epeians’ leader. Close to our ships. burning to destroy Our vessels. Than in close fight with heart and hand to join. on th’ other side. on th’ other side Ajax the captain of the foot o’ercame. from close at hand Forward he sprang. and ward Destruction from our ships. friend of Phyleus’ son. and home. His heritage uninjur’d. and dying. sav’d from harm: The corslet Phyleus brought from Ephyra. but the spear Smote Croesmus through the breast. if Hector of the glancing helm Shall burn our ships. For Phoebus will’d not Panthous’ son should fall In the front rank contending. but Polydamas. Pour then your force united on the ships. address’d the Greeks: ”Shame on ye. how. 240 . on foot can reach his home? Or hear ye not. With breast and back-piece fitted. him he miss’d. while we his favour gain. Antenor’s noble son. by sword or arrow slain. Perimedes’ son. Stooping. he minishes. While of his arms Polydamas despoil’d Cyllenian Otus. But him the solid corslet which he wore. Laodamas.” His words fresh courage rous’d in ev’ry breast. spearman skill’d. children. The Thracian leader. Nor better counsel can for us be found. or be sav’d. And rush’d upon him. by meaner men beset. than live Hemm’d in and straiten’d thus. the blow evaded. And if there be among you.

But warlike Menelaus to the aid Of Meges came. And cried. and from behind his shoulder pierc’d. But loudly Hector on his kinsmen call’d. Yet fought he on.” He said. him follow’d straight The godlike chief. he erewhile. and pond’ring well his words. Next Meges struck. ere the foes appear’d. brilliant late With crimson dye. stand we idly thus? Doth not thy slaughter’d kinsmen touch thy heart? See how they rush on Dolops’ arms to seize. Which from destruction now preserv’d his son.By Selles’ stream. advanc’d the two to seize the spoils. though against them Jove Led on the Trojans. Or lofty Troy. quit ye now like men. with keen-edg’d spear. There. belov’d as Priam’s son. they stood. the crown Of Dolops’ brass-bound. and in the stubborn fight Let each to other mutual succour give. The point.” He said. and thus address’d: ”Why. or more light of foot. then from the crowd Spring forth. Pastur’d his herds. Bear a stout heart. Then on! no distant war must now be wag’d. than thou. None stronger hurls the spear. of Dolops unobserv’d He stood. and headlong on his face he fell. The valiant Melanippus. but chief on Icetaon’s son. In far Percote. Melanippus. In timid flight nor fame nor safety lies. ’mid the Trojans eminent. Menelaus then With stirring words Antilochus address’d: ”Antilochus. King of men. of all the Greeks Is none more active. and still for vict’ry hop’d. through his breast Was driv’n. with all her children. till or the Greeks be slain. he dwelt In Priam’s house. now lay defil’d in dust. Firm in defence. which. By mutual succour more are sav’d than fall. as with a wall of brass The ships they guarded. to Ilium back he came. and aim to reach some Trojan’s life. great Ajax Telamon Meanwhile the Greeks encourag’d to the fight. Forthwith. its course pursuing. to wear In battle for a guard from hostile spears. Him Hector call’d by name. But hand to hand. Euphetes. ”Brave comrades. horsehair-crested helm. Bestow’d it as a friendly gift. and led the way. but when the ships of Greece Approach’d the shore. fall.” 241 . On all. Sev’ring the horsehair plume.

Thus saying. the Trojans. So fled the son of Nestor. Priam’s son. wait but to behold The flames ascending from the blazing ships: For from that hour the Trojans. His guardian hand extending. But short his term of glory: for the day Was fast approaching. With such design. and quell’d its pow’rs. Jove himself from Heav’n. Forth sprang Antilochus. backward driv’n. fir’d by his words. Forth sprang the youth. 242 . which from its lair disturb’d A hunter’s shaft has struck. ere yet th’ avenging crowd collect. or as a raging fire ’Mid the dense thickets on the mountain side. The Lord of counsel. hast’ning through the press. sprang to seize thy spoils The stout Antilochus. Then on the ships. nor flew the spear in vain. as terrible as Mars With brandish’d spear. who. and loud his armour rang. him alone With glory crowning ’mid the host of men. and pois’d his glitt’ring spear. Who still their courage rais’d. to seize the ships. For so he will’d. Glancing around him. Of vict’ry these debarr’d. back the Trojans drew Before his aim. Melanippus. Bold warrior as he was. as on he came. and those inspir’d. Conscious of evil deed. bright flash’d his eyes Beneath his awful brows. But through the breast it pierc’d. Brave Melanippus. that Hector. and quell’d the Greeks. he withdrew. fell The Trojans: they but work’d the will of Jove. Should wrap in fire the beaked ships of Greece. So. The foam was on his lips. amid the herd The guardian dog or herdsman’s self has slain. Thund’ring he fell. and terribly Above his temples wav’d amid the fray The helm of Hector. yet did Jove. And flies. Advanc’d to meet him. Icetaon’s son. but not unmark’d Of Hector’s eye. But trembling fled: as when a beast of prey. Antilochus. As on the Greeks their murd’rous shafts they pour’d: Yet turn’d he. Should to the Greeks the final triumph leave. as rav’ning lions. he fir’d Th’ already burning zeal of Priam’s son. as springs a hound Upon a fawn. when. Fiercely he rag’d. And Thetis to the uttermost obtain Her over-bold petition. waited not th’ attack. The might of Peleus’ son should work his doom. when his comrades’ ranks he reach’d. loud their shouts. By Hector led. onward press’d. with Pallas’ aid.

So quail’d the spirit in ev’ry Grecian breast.Oft he essay’d to break the ranks. descends. he tripp’d. Seizes on one. So stood unmov’d the Greeks. and thus Entangled. Unskill’d from beasts of prey to guard his charge. whom Eurystheus sent His envoy to the might of Hercules. the Greeks perforce retir’d. his charge withstood. the leading prows Which first were drawn on shore. Down reaching to his feet. 243 . and o’er him stood in haste. led by Jove. Though grieving for their comrade’s loss. by shame restrain’d. advance To rescue. and as he fell. So Hector. and from the foremost ships. Far nobler than the father was the son. backward as he stepp’d. Not scatter’d o’er the camp. from beneath the clouds A giant billow. And the big waves that bellow round its base. In all. But closely mass’d before the tents they stood. among Mycenians foremost he. in mind. which on some marshy mead Feed numberless. where’er The densest and throng noblest arms he saw. Around his temples clatter’d loud his helm. the stormy wind Howls in the shrouds. And while beside the front or rear he walks. all were vain: They. As when a rav’ning lion on a herd Of heifers falls. The deck is drench’d in foam. Firm as a craggy rock. Brave Periphetes. but little way from death remov’d. But strenuous though his efforts. but one alone. which meets unmov’d The boist’rous currents of the whistling winds. Close by the hoary sea. still barr’d their way. and undismay’d. all blazing in his arms. backward fell. The son of Copreus. slew. and scatters all the rest. against the rim Of the broad shield which for defence he bore. such of Hector was their awe. so plunging down. They fronted now the ships. The lion on th’ unguarded centre springs. Yet on they stream’d. in wild alarm Scatter’d the Grecians all. tempest-nurs’d. Who now on Hector fresh renown conferr’d. Hector beheld. upstanding high. he sprang Upon the mass. mass’d in close array. of Mycenae. beneath the care of one. in warlike might. th’ affrighted seamen quail In fear. as when On some tall vessel. yet dar’d not one. In speed of foot. and slew Before his comrades’ eyes. At length. For. And with his spear transfix’d his breast. Now hardly press’d.

To burn the ships. as on they fly. who in that dread encounter met. Well polish’d. With edge so keen. there Hector they discern’d. and think it shame To forfeit now the praise of other men. And those who near the ships maintain’d the war. bear in mind. Gerenian Nestor chief.And fear. And not the living only. Of two and twenty cubits’ length. a pond’rous boarding-pike. and slay the warlike Greeks. As loudly shouting on the Greeks he call’d To save their ships and tents: nor Hector stay’d Amid the closely buckler’d Trojan ranks. Or long-neck’d swans. him Jove with mighty hand Sustain’d. and on ev’ry side. That firm ye stand. dear friends. Fierce round the ships again the battle rag’d. Who from a troop of horses on the plain Has parted four. those who stood aloof. he bore. and down the crowded road. O’er many a vessel’s deck so Ajax pass’d With lofty stride.” His words fresh courage rous’d in ev’ry breast. So on the dark-prow’d ship with furious rush Swept Hector down. and with rivets well secur’d. As one well-skill’d in feats of horsemanship. But varying far their hopes and fears: the Greeks Of safety and escape from death despair’d. His fortunes and his parents. While men and women all in wonder gaze. Let each man now his children and his wife. I. So minded each. but the dead. Then was not Ajax’ mighty soul content To stand where stood the other sons of Greece. For them. Both tow’rd the ships and tow’rd the level fight. Thus by their fathers singly each adjur’d: ”Quit ye like men. Well might ye deem no previous toil had worn Their strength. Clear light diffus’d. as upon a flock of birds. or geese. And all his comrades. the prop of Greece. that feed Beside a river’s bank. and with him forward urg’d the crowd. and stubborn will they fought. While high the hopes in ev’ry Trojan’s breast. 244 . pray. and scorn disgraceful flight. your suppliant. or cranes. Drives tow’rd the city. and with force untir’d From one to other springs. the absent. Along the vessels’ lofty decks he mov’d With haughty stride. And from their eyeballs Pallas purg’d away The film of darkness. and voice that reach’d to Heav’n. and loudly each exhorted each. a fiery eagle swoops. oppos’d in arms they stood. But.

we lie Far from our country.” He said. Nor Ajax yet endur’d. and all together loud and clear Your war-cry raise. Hector had laid his hand. around that ship Trojans and Greeks in mutual slaughter join’d. Back to the helmsman’s sev’n-foot board he mov’d. Quit ye like men! dear friends. Where long he stood on guard. may give us aid. himself is now our aid. desiring Ev’n at their vessels’ sterns to urge the war. But to his native country bore not thence. and left the lofty deck. remember now Your wonted valour! think ye in your rear To find supporting forces. loudly shouting. And mighty swords. And which on us unnumber’d ills have brought. Grecian heroes. Which hither came. Many a fair-hilted blade. But grasp’d the poop. or some fort Whose walls may give you refuge from your foe? No city is nigh. yet but a little space. And only resting on the sea. or from the sever’d arms. that bore Protesilaus to the coast of Troy. with capture of those ships. The arrow’s or the jav’lin’s distant flight They waited not. upon the well-arm’d Trojans’ soil. By our own Elders’ fault. Fought hand to hand. and on the Trojans call’d. against the will of Heav’n. to the Greeks he call’d: ”Friends. Of warrior chiefs. But here.” Thus he: they onward press’d with added zeal. and to the town the troops confin’d. And.On a swift-sailing vessel’s stern. with axe and hatchet keen. and with his sharp-edg’d spear his words 245 . but. Expecting death. but still his spear The Trojans kept aloof. the dark earth ran with blood: Yet loos’d not Hector of the stern his hold. fir’d with equal rage. ministers of Mars. if he then o’errul’d Our better mind. Dropp’d from the hands. who me. not in faint retreat. ”Bring fire. whoe’er essay’d Amid the ships to launch th’ unwearied flames. Withheld. this day will Jove repay Our labours all. our safety lies. But Jove all-seeing. and double-pointed spears. Mann’d by a friendly race. whose well-appointed tow’rs. by hostile spears Now sorely gall’d. But in our own good arms. with iron bound.

Several other particulars of the battle are described. hand to hand. Shedding soft tears: hast thou some tidings brought Touching the gen’ral weal. BOOK XVI. soldiers. with fiery brand To assail the ships. Achilles. his prowess felt. THE SIXTH BATTLE. where Apollo repulses and disarms him. 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. And to his friend these winged words address’d: ”Why weeps Patroclus. The armour. such art thou. and Hector kills him: which concludes the book. if any Trojan dar’d. son of AEacus: Their deaths indeed might well demand our tears: Or weep’st thou for the Greeks. taking him for that hero.He follow’d up. in the heat of which. By Hector’s call inspir’d. and officers of Achilles are described. Weeping hot tears. are cast into the utmost consternation: he beats them off from the vessels. as some dark-water’d fount Pours o’er a craggy rock its gloomy stream. neglecting the orders of Achilles. Patroclus. like an infant girl. The Trojans. with pity saw. That prays her mother. To take her up. him with his ponderous spear Would Ajax meet. and ’mid his Myrmidons Lives aged Peleus. Known but to thee? Menoetius. ARGUMENT. THE ACTS AND DEATH OF PATROCLUS. Actor’s son. Sarpedon is killed. He agrees to it. by whose side she runs. who round their ships By death their former insolence repay? 246 . Impedes her way. pursues the foe to the walls of Troy. swift of foot. Patroclus. or me alone? Or have some evil news from Phthia come. clinging to her gown. but at the same time charges him to content himself with rescuing the fleet. after which Patroclus leads the Myrmidons to battle. Thus round the well-mann’d ship they wag’d the war: Meanwhile by Peleus’ son Patroclus stood. Euphorbus wounds him. Achilles offers a libation for the success of his friend. though Jupiter was averse to his fate. Hector himself flies. and still with tearful eyes Looks in her face. without farther pursuit of the enemy. Yet surely lives. and thus before the ships Twelve warriors. at the sight of Patroclus in Achilles’ armour. horses. and. until she take her up? Ev’n as that girl.

” To whom. The mighty Agamemnon. we may drive with ease To their own city.” Thus pray’d he. such wrong have I sustain’d. Achilles. what words are these! Of prophecy I reck not. inflexibly severe! Who e’er may hope in future days by thee To profit. 247 . Toil-worn. from our ships and tents. yet send me forth with all thy force Of Myrmidons. in their ships They who were late their bravest and their best. if thou now forbear to save The Greeks from shame and loss? Unfeeling man! Sure Peleus. Nor message hath my mother brought from Jove. swift of foot: ”Heav’n-born Patroclus. The valiant son of Tydeus. the well-wall’d city storm’d. Diomed. worn and battle-wearied men. oh. with bitter groans.Speak out. much griev’d. was ne’er thy sire. to himself was fraught with death. And breathing-time afford the sons of Greece. Ulysses by a spear. noblest of the Greeks. But if the fear Of evil prophesied thyself restrain. may forsake the field. when one I see That basely robs his equal of his prize. for the pray’r He utter’d. Sore wounded all by spear or arrow lie. that I may know thy cause of grief. Nor Thetis bore thee. Achilles. His lawful prize. by highest valour won. Fresh and unwearied. horseman brave. so hard And stubborn is thy soul. and let me to the battle bear Thy glitt’ring arms. if so the men of Troy. whom the sons of Greece on me bestow’d. Oh. to be the saving light Of Greece. While thou. the large resources of their art The leeches ply. Prize of my spear. for little pause has yet been theirs. For these. And Agamemnon’s self. still remain’st unmov’d. be it never mine to nurse such hate As thou retain’st. from the cold grey sea And craggy rocks thou hadst thy birth. Or message by thy Goddess-mother brought From Jove. But it afflicts my soul. and on their wounds attend. The Trojans. To whom. Pierc’d by a shaft. Such grief is mine. be not wroth! such weight of woe The Grecian camp oppresses. Achilles. Scar’d by thy likeness. Patroclus thus: ”O son of Peleus. though I know. all unwisely. Eurypylus By a sharp arrow through the thigh transfix’d. Atreus’ son. Her.

else in flight Their dead would choke the streams. Pent up in narrow limits. might escape from death. Nathless do thou. I never meant My wrath should have no end.Hath borne by force away. Cheering his Trojans. hurl his fiery spear. Since the dark cloud of Trojans circles round The ships in force. But hear. Save only thou and I. Delay not to return. yet had not thought My anger to abate. as from the hands Of some dishonour’d. with costly gifts to boot. return forthwith. and ponder well the end of all I have to say.) Nor. lead thy troops On tow’rd the city. from the vanquish’d Greeks. For the far-darting Phoebus loves them well. (So should my name in less repute be held. for they see no more My helm among them flashing. that not one. and though The Thund’rer. all around Is heard the warrior-slayer Hector’s voice. But let the past be past. and hinder our retreat. But when in safety thou hast plac’d the ships.” 248 . if but to me Great Agamemnon bore a kindly mind: But round the camp the battle now is wag’d. with triumphant cries They. Patroclus. houseless vagabond. The Greeks protecting. Nor hear I now. in the keen excitement of the fight And slaughter of the Trojans. lest thou find thyself By some one of th’ immortal Gods oppos’d. In combat with the warlike sons of Troy. Lead forth the valiant Myrmidons to war. apart from me. and the battle bear. Or Greek or Trojan. But go. No more the hands of valiant Diomed. from his detested lips. hold all the plain. be not rash. To Pallas and Apollo. Juno’s Lord. The shout of Agamemnon. And that the beauteous maiden to my arms They may restore. lest they with blazing fire Our ships destroy. in defence Fall boldly on. and in my well-known armour clad. till my own ships Should hear the war-cry. should crown thine arms With triumph. and leave the rest To battle on the plain: for would to Jove. that so we two Alone might raze the sacred tow’rs of Troy. And all the city hath pour’d its numbers forth In hope undoubting. lie the Greeks. The ships reliev’d. and so for me obtain Honour and glory in the eyes of Greece. and on the shingly beach.

yet nought avail’d The press of spears to drive him from his post. who on Olympus dwell. silver-studded. And hinder our retreat. Brass-bladed. and to Patroclus call’d: ”Up.” He said: his dazzling arms Patroclus donn’d: First on his legs the well-wrought greaves he fix’d. right through he clove the wood. loud beneath repeated blows Clatter’d around his brow the glitt’ring helm. high rose the flame Unquenchable. fearful. while I arouse the troops. save Achilles’ self. and on his firm-set head A helm he wore. and on the ashen spear Of Ajax. and victory give to Troy. none of all the Greeks. Fasten’d with silver clasps. breathing space was none. Around his shoulders slung. far away. And his left arm grew faint. no longer Ajax might endure. How first the fire assail’d the Grecian ships. while by hostile spears Hard press’d. defended well. fell to earth the brazen point. his ev’ry limb With sweat was reeking. Blow follow’d blow. Slow he retir’d. that long had borne The burthen of his shield. And in his hand the son of Telamon The headless shaft held bootless. Say now. his hand Grasp’d two stout spears. close behind the head. swift of foot. that spear could poise. o’er his brow. well-wrought. familiar to his hold. At once by Jove’s high will and Trojan foes O’ermaster’d. Hector approach’d. But this he touch’d not. and with his palm Smote on his thigh. car-borne chief! Up. Lab’ring he drew his breath. 249 . and to the vessel they The blazing torch applied. dismayed. and ills were heap’d on ill. next his shield Weighty and strong. Ajax. richly wrought. tough. and wrapp’d the poop in fire. ye Nine. Loud ringing. Star-spangled. his ample chest The breastplate of Achilles. nobly born Patroclus. None. and lest they seize the ships. let fall His mighty sword. The son of Peleus saw. One spear Achilles had.Such converse held they. And knew that Jove the Thunderer had decreed To thwart his hopes. for I see above the ships ascend The hostile fires. his sword he bore. perceived the hand of Heaven. with horsehair plume That nodded. do thou in haste Thine armour don. long. As on the well-wrought crest the weapons fell. pond’rous.

Then to Automedon he gave command To yoke the horses: him he honour’d most. and batten’d on his flesh: Their chaps all dyed with blood. espous’d. Whom. Achilles in the midst to charioteers And buckler’d warriors issued his commands. Next to Achilles’ self. in battle strong. Their jaws with blood yet reeking. That on the mountain side have hunted down An antler’d stag. Meantime Achilles. through their several tents. the maid he saw. They all. swift of foot. Eudorus. So round Pelides’ valiant follower throng’d The chiefs and rulers of the Myrmidons. He to her chamber access found. Heav’n-descended stream. Polydora fair. with glancing mail. 250 . To Boras.The far-fam’d Pelian ash. Podarge. Huntress-Queen. Summon’d to arms the warlike Myrmidons. A mortal in a God’s embrace compress’d. Polymele fair. but. O’er these five chiefs. He plac’d. swift of foot. The brave Eudorus led the second band. which to his sire. dear to Jove. the trustiest he In battle to await his chief’s behest. Whom from the capture of Eetion’s town Achilles bore away. of courage high. On Pelion’s summit fell’d. Him Peleus’ daughter. the Centaur Chiron gave. to Zephyr bore: And by their side the matchless Pedasus. who her In public. a mortal horse. Fifty swift ships Achilles. With their lean tongues from some black-water’d fount To lap the surface of the dark cool wave. One band Menestheus led. and gain’d By stealth her bed. like rav’ning wolves. a valiant son she bore. to be the bane Of mightiest chiefs. by repute. grazing in the marsh by ocean’s stream. Whom Phylas’ daughter. unsubdued Their courage. and their bellies gorg’d with flesh. Amid the virgins. himself the Sov’reign Lord of all. Son of Sperchius. Xanthus and Balius. in troops they go. fleeter than the winds. To Hermes bore. Led to the coast of Troy. But with immortal coursers meet to vie. on whom he most relied. and with ample dow’r. and rang’d in each Fifty brave comrades mann’d the rowers’ seats. To stout Sperchius bore. and lov’d. mingling in the dance Of golden-shafted Dian. Perieres’ son. The flying steeds he harness’d to the car.

might drink the ruddy wine. The brave Peisander. son of Actor. With store of wind-proof cloaks. and carpets soft. Before them all stood prominent in arms Two chiefs. son of Maemalus. bore away. and fill’d with rich attire. Buckler on buckler press’d. to lead the fight In the fore-front of all the Myrmidons. Achilles then within his tent withdrew. Well-wrought. So close were fitted helm and bossy shield. and helm on helm. And of a gorgeous coffer rais’d the lid. as when the builder lays The closely-fitting stones. so closely mass’d they stood. Both with one thought possess’d. But he alone. Alcimedon. save only Jove: this brought he forth. fearful. Nor might libations thence to other Gods Be made. forget not now the vaunts Which. Her to his home. beneath their monarch’s eye. who here In idleness enforc’d thy comrades keep’st! ’Twere better far our homeward way to take. And first with sulphur purified. Echecles. and nurs’d With tender care. Patroclus and Automedon. with ample dow’r enrich’d. sure in wrath Thou wast conceiv’d. implacable. Was brought to light. The fourth. ’Ill-omen’d son of Peleus. Laerces’ son: These in their order due Achilles first Array’d. Their ranks were form’d. the noblest spear. and cherish’d–as his own. There lay a goblet. me ye freely blam’d. ye largely pour’d Upon the Trojans. and saw the face of day. The fifth. The third commanded. of the Myrmidons. by silver-footed Thetis plac’d On board his ship. richly chas’d. and next 251 . by Lucina’s aid. the aged warrior Phoenix led. Next to Pelides’ friend. and with brave hearts the Trojans meet!” His words fresh courage rous’d in ev’ry breast. And more compact. And man on man. while my wrath endur’d.But when her infant. 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. the horsehair plumes above. That nodded. to form the wall Of some great house. and next with stirring words address’d: ”Ye Myrmidons. and brave the winds of Heav’n. Each other touch’d. from the warriors’ brows. While him the aged Phylas kept. whence none.

” Thus pray’d he. then issuing forth. men of unwashen feet. Grant that with all his arms and comrades true He may in safety to the ships return. Jove. and this my boon accord. thou once before Hast heard my pray’r. the lightning’s Lord: ”Great King. but denied his safe return. Strengthen his heart. But with a num’rous force of Myrmidons I send my comrade in my stead to fight: On him. e’en alone. all-seeing Jove. Who dwell’st on high. I ’mid the throng of ships myself remain. then his hands he wash’d. And on the Greeks inflicted all thy plagues. They who in arms round brave Patroclus stood Their line of battle form’d. That on the bare ground sleep. Hear yet again. to the tent Achilles turn’d again. Not unbeheld of Jove. who boast yourselves Achilles’ comrades. for much he long’d to see The Greeks and Trojans join in battle strife. And drew the ruddy wine. Pelasgian Jove. When I myself the toil of battle share. quit ye now like men. the Lord of counsel. he stood Before the tent. And from our vessels when the foe is driv’n. thy favour pour. and me with honour crown’d. to guard their nest: E’en with such courage pour’d the Myrmidons Forth from the ships. my follower knows to fight. but to the gen’ral harm. with courage high To dash upon the Trojans. and as wasps That have their nest beside the public road. Them if some passing trav’ller unawares Disturb. And half his pray’r he granted. then standing forth Made in the centre of the court his pray’r. look’d up to Heav’n.Wash’d with pure water. And loud Patroclus on his comrades call’d: ”Ye valiant Myrmidons. where dwell around Thy Sellian priests. heard. 252 . And as he pour’d the wine. Which boys delight to vex and irritate In wanton play. Dodona’s Lord. Or only then resistless pow’r displays. and in the chest Replac’d the cup. with angry courage forth they rush In one continuous swarm. His pray’rs and off’rings ended. and rul’st with sov’reign sway Dodona’s wintry heights. half denied: For from the ships the battle to repel He granted. then uproar wild arose. that Hector’s self may learn If.

The foremost in the fight. such terror in their ranks Patroclus threw. and each sev’ral man Look’d round. him he struck Through the right shoulder. and ev’ry jutting peak Is plainly seen. From the wide-flowing stream of Axius. and ev’ry forest glade. led The horsehair-crested Paeons. he fell. and from amid the ships Forth pour’d the Greeks. Right through the point was driv’n. to Peleus’ son. There lay the half-burnt ship. Thick on the Trojan host their masses fell.Your ancient valour prove. and quench’d the blazing fire. 253 . Then first Patroclus aim’d his glitt’ring spear Amid the crowd. And struck Pyraechmes. and loud the clamour rose. and follower. As when around a lofty mountain’s top The lightning’s Lord dispels a mass of cloud. And the deep vault of Heav’n is open’d wide. in act to turn. where thickest round the ships Of brave Protesilaus. While loud the fleet re-echoed to the sound Of Grecian cheers.” His words fresh courage rous’d in ev’ry breast. to find his own escape from death. But. and on the thigh Struck Areilochus. for they deem’d Achilles had beside the ships exchang’d His wrath for friendship. Their firm-set ranks were shaken. And Agamemnon’s haughty self shall mourn The slight on Grecia’s bravest warrior cast. highest honour give. but when the Trojans saw. and prone to earth he fell. their bravest leader slain. who from Amydon. Menoetius’ godlike son. backwards in the dust Groaning. yet ceas’d not so the strife. Blazing in arms. raged the war. the crowd he drove Far from the ships. And ev’ry crag. with shouts confus’d The Trojans fled. His faithful followers. still made head. Menoetius’ noble son First threw his pointed spear. They breath’d awhile. quail’d the spirits of all. around him quail’d with fear His Paeons all. Then of the chiefs. as wider spread the fight. so shall we. Himself. Of all the Greeks the noblest. For not in headlong panic from the ships The Trojans by the valiant Greeks were driv’n. So when the Greeks had clear’d the ships of fire. though perforce retiring. Each singled each. the weighty spear Shatter’d the bone.

hand to hand. the darkling shades Of death. who rear’d The dread Chimaera. prone on his face he fell. Down droop’d his head. and captive took. his eyes o’erspread. as his car he mounted. 254 . the weapon’s point Sever’d the tendons. right through. Stood firm. first Lycon on the crested helm Dealt a fierce blow. both had miss’d their aim. where lie The strongest muscles. burning to avenge his brother’s death. Atymnius wounded. The white bones crashing. Antilochus. then th’ attack Preventing. Alive. So to the shades. the godlike Thrasymedes drove Through his right shoulder. the first. both his eyes were fill’d. Full on the mouth of Erymas was thrust The weapon of Idomeneus. Ajax Oileus sprang. With blood. The sons of Amisodarus. but in his hand the blade Up to the hilt was shiver’d. the shades of death his eyes o’erspread. but ere a blow Was struck. Acarnas Though the right shoulder pierc’d. His glitt’ring spear. with eye observant. as rush’d Amphiclus on. high up. darkness clos’d his eyes. which with convulsive sobs he blew From mouth and nostril. Then Peneleus and Lycon. On Cleobulus. by those two brethren’s hands Subdued. and rig’rous fate. Of Nestor’s sons. Then. Dissever’d. The hot blood dyed the sword.The warlike Menelaus aim’d his spear Where Thoas’ breast. Stood Maris o’er the corpse. with unerring aim. and by the skin alone was stay’d. shatt’ring all the bone: Thund’ring he fell. And bootless hurl’d their weapons. his teeth were shatter’d all. Sarpedon’s comrades brave were sent. and quench’d the fire of life. And. bane of mortal men. the point his upper arm Tore from the muscles. then the sword Of Peneleus his neck. then with swords They met. pass’d the brazen spear Below the brain. and hand to hand Engaged Antilochus. Phyleus’ brave son. wounded in the press. deeply in his throat the blade Was plung’d. And death’s dark cloud encompass’d him around. Was left expos’d. and darkness clos’d his eyes. through his thigh. unguarded by his shield. Meriones by speed of foot o’ertook. smote. his limbs relax’d in death. down from the car He fell. below the ear. and slack’d his limbs in death. driving through his flank He brazen spear. but sudden on his neck let fall His hilted sword. Engag’d in combat.

high uprose The storms of dust. And tear at once their unresisting prey. And hurl his spear at Hector. Patroclus press’d The flying Trojans. His glowing axle trac’d by prostrate men Hurl’d from their cars. that lambs or kids assail. whom the ditch Detain’d perforce. Watch’d for the whizzing shafts. when Jove the vault of Heav’n O’erspreads with storm and tempest. and chariots overthrown. for he long’d to reach. unwearied. well skill’d in war. Then Hector’s flying coursers bore him safe Far from the struggling masses. Flew o’er the deep-sunk trench th’ immortal steeds. Stray’d from their dams. his trusty friends to save. rushing down From the high mountains to the dark-blue sea. long’d to hurl His spear at Hector of the brazen helm. the roads encumber’d. unmann’d by terror. Dispers’d. which. him meanwhile His flying steeds in safety bore away. as from the tents and ships Back to the city stretch’d the flying steeds. when Jove Pours down his fiercest storms in wrath to men. Yet held his ground. when the earth With weight of rain is saturate. On. by careless shepherds left Upon the mountain scatter’d. shouting to the Greeks. these they see. So on the Trojans fell the Greeks. with panic cries. Great Ajax still. As rav’ning wolves. ev’ry stream Is brimming o’er: the hills in gullies deep Are by the torrents seam’d. With groans and tumult urge their headlong course. And justice yield to lawless violence. o’er the clear blue sky Pour the dark clouds. And in disorder’d rout recross’d the trench. The noble prize the Gods to Peleus gave. fled. As from Olympus. But he.Thus slew the Grecian leaders each his man. they. there many a royal car With broken pole th’ unharness’d horses left. The wrath of Heav’n despising. As in th’ autumnal season. and jav’lins’ whirr. in rout Disastrous they. And ever where the densest throng appear’d With furious threats Patroclus urg’d his course. Full well he knew the tide of battle turn’d. from the ships So pour’d with panic cries the flying host. Still onward straining. his shoulders broad Protected by his shield of tough bull’s hide. Who in their courts unrighteous judgments pass. 255 .

Son of Damastor. Next Eryalus. sat. Next Thestor. o’er the rail. and in middle space Between the ships. Forthwith Amphoterus. and from his car. with angry screams. and thus To Juno spoke. and of many a chief The bitter penalty of death requir’d. sprang. and dash’d him down Upon his face. and lofty wall. and learn Who this may be of bearing proud and high. Where by the shield his breast was left expos’d. Dealt slaughter round him. and Tlepolemus. As when an angler on a prominent rock Drags from the sea to shore with hook and line A weighty fish. Then dragg’d him. the Trojan horses groan’d. Hook-beak’d. On the mid forehead with a mighty stone He struck. Then Pronous with his glitt’ring spear he struck. and Erymas. Gaping. Echius. woe! that fate decrees my best-belov’d. Through the right cheek and through the teeth he smote. The foremost ranks cut off. Euippus. down-crouching. his sister and his wife: ”Woe. And to the Lycians call’d in loud reproof: ”Shame. Lycians! whither fly ye? why this haste? I will myself this chief confront. Polymelus. beneath the pond’rous helmet’s weight The skull was split in twain. thrusting with the spear. so urg’d their flight. Pyris. son of OEnops. accoutred. baffling their attempts To gain the city. So with loud shouts these two to battle rush’d. with talons curv’d. Ipheus brave. as they fled. and life forsook his limbs. and he too leap’d to earth. By life-consuming death encompass’d round. And slack’d his limbs in death. Patroclus saw. him. He on his polish’d car. so him Patroclus dragg’d. the stream. back tow’rd the ships Patroclus drove them. eager for the fray. His mind by fear disorder’d. Who on the Trojans grievous harm hath wrought. The son of Saturn pitying saw. he assail’d. from off the car. Argeas’ son. In quick succession to the ground he brought. 256 . And many a warrior’s limbs relax’d in death. So. from his hands The reins had dropp’d. Sarpedon his ungirdled forces saw Promiscuous fall before Menoetius’ son.” He said. thund’ring he fell. As on a lofty rock. by the weapon. prostrate he fell.Wasting the works of man. two vultures fight. Epaltes.

with no uncertain blow Cut loose the fallen horse.Sarpedon. But if thou love him. the Sire of Gods and men complied: But to the ground some drops of blood let fall. stretch’d the tightened rein. and thy soul deplore His coming doom. The faithful follower of Sarpedon. his noble spirit fled. and mound and column raise. and Pedasus.” Whom. answer’d thus the stag-ey’d Queen of Heav’n: ”What words. To bear him from the fatal strife unhurt. extended. The two. the rest. on the fertile plains Of Troy to perish by Patroclus’ hand. Thrown in his turn. yet in the stubborn fight Leave him beneath Patroclus’ hand to fall: Then. the charge assign To Death and gentle Sleep. And set him down on Lycia’s fertile plains. and Thrasymedes brave. As in the dust the prostrate courser lay. in all of whom This act of thine will angry feelings rouse. bethink thee. with a scream He fell. Creak’d the strong yoke. and turn it in thy mind: If to his home Sarpedon thou restore Alive. As near the champions drew. the gallant horse. and tangled were the reins. In honour of his son. Automedon the means of safety saw. And drawing from beside his brawny thigh His keen-edg’d sword. and in the dust breath’d forth his life. dost thou speak? Wouldst thou a mortal man from death withdraw Long since by fate decreed? Do what thou wilt. E’en now conflicting thoughts my soul divide. whom fate decreed. This way and that his two companions swerv’d. when his spirit hath fled. dread son of Saturn. Through the right shoulder wounded. 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. and slack’d his limbs in death. Or leave him by Patroclus’ hand to fall. This too I say. Yet cannot we. Far from his country. Sarpedon’s glitt’ring spear Flew wide. struck Below the waist.” Thus she. 257 . by Patroclus’ hand to fall. Patroclus first His weapon hurl’d. As. 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. applaud thine act. again set straight. The fitting tribute to the mighty dead. shrieking loud.

and sharpest pangs My arm assail. the lordly bull Lies bellowing. The Greeks be suffer’d of my arms to spoil: But stand thou fast. ’mid the heifers seiz’d. or grasp my spear. 258 . above Patroclus’ shoulder flew The point. who. as I suffer now. as falls an oak. his faithful comrade call’d: ”Good Glaucus. Eager for flight. crush’d between the lion’s jaws. that he lacked the power To aid his comrade. warrior tried. put forth thine utmost speed. then with foot firm-set Upon his chest. and clutch’d the blood-stain’d soil. A grievous wound I bear. Loos’d from the royal car.Again in mortal strife the warriors clos’d: Once more Sarpedon hurl’d his glitt’ring spear In vain. in torture from the shaft By Teucer shot. from his hand in turn The spear not vainly thrown. Art here in Troy. on ev’ry side. and warlike might. which on the mountain top For some proud ship the woodman’s axe hath hewn: So he. innocuous. through all thy future days. with death-cry sharp. and my hand Hath lost its pow’r to fight. He fell. As when a lion on the herd has sprung. Or lofty pine. thus slain before the Grecian ships. with his hand he grasp’d His wounded arm. Deep-grieving. the snorting steeds. and for Sarpedon fight. To press around. the fast-adhering spear. If me. Call on the Lycian chiefs. For I to thee. nor may the blood he stanch’d: The pain weighs down my shoulder. as on Lycia’s plains. great King. the Myrmidons detain’d. the shades of death o’erspread His eyes and nostrils. the Lycian chief. or poplar tall. Sarpedon struck Where lies the diaphragm. And. by main force. before his car Extended lay. The life forth issuing with the weapon’s point. Undaunted still. Patroclus from the corpse Drew. below the heart. to save the Greeks from death. As on he pressed to scale the lofty wall: Then to Apollo thus address’d his pray’r: ”Hear me. So by Patroclus slain. Glaucus heard his voice: and chafed His spirit within him. and hear’st in ev’ry place Their voice who suffer. Thou too thine arms for my protection wield. and others’ courage raise. Welcome the fray. behoves thee now Thy spearmanship to prove. Shall be a ceaseless scandal and reproach.” Thus as he spoke.

stand by me now! with just revenge Inspir’d. Glaucus within himself perceiv’d. how griev’d soe’er for all the Greeks Who by our spears beside the ships have fall’n. Rejoicing. thus with winged words address’d: ”Hector. Him by Patroclus’ hand hath Mars subdued. who first o’erleap’d our wall. against the Greeks. Assuage the pain. Sarpedon lies in death. themselves inflamed With warlike zeal. bravest of the brave.Sarpedon. But. this grievous wound relieve. yet Jove preserv’d him not. now is come the time Your former fame to rival. he thus address’d his speech: ”Ye sons of Ajax. that the God had heard his pray’r. Sarpedon.” He said. having slain. And fight myself to guard the noble dead. forgett’st thou quite thy brave allies.” Thus as he pray’d. was of the State A mighty pillar. Griev’d for Sarpedon’s loss. O King. or surpass: The man hath fall’n. Our dead dishonour. and his arms 259 . though stranger-born. now remains. by Hector led. For he. We should his corpse dishonour. And first to Panthous’ son. The son of Jove. so. Who freely in thy cause pour forth their lives. unrestrain’d. To brave Agenor and AEneas next. The leader of the buckler’d Lycian bands. Then Hector of the brazen helm himself Approaching. But thou. on th’ other side Patroclus’ manly heart the Greeks arous’d. his pray’r Apollo heard. that. and his followers A num’rous host. With fiery zeal they rush’d. Far from their home and friends? but they from thee No aid receive. 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. determine that the Myrmidons Shall not. is slain. and he himself in fight Among the foremost. And to th’ Ajaces first. friends. and knew. and from the grievous wound Stanch’ d the dark blood. Whose justice and whose pow’r were Lycia’s shield. and through the Trojans thrill’d the sense Of grief intolerable. and his arms obtain. Assuag’d his pains. Polydamas. and fill’d his soul with strength. and give me strength to urge My Lycian comrades to maintain the war.

Glaucus through the breast transfix’d. Patroclus. to enhance the horror of the strife Around his son. and loud their armour rang. the leader of the Lycian spears.Strip off. slew the mighty Bathycles. for first a warrior fell. To Peleus and the silver-footed Queen He came a suppliant. Quick turning. as a swift-wing’d hawk. and all the muscles crush’d. hurl’d by one His utmost strength exerting. but flying for a kinsman slain. but still onward held their course. Him. and they. car-borne chief. back so far The Trojans drew. in sportive strife. fiercely joy’d The Trojans. Glaucus. Rush’d to the conflict. Thy soul with anger for thy comrade fill’d. Forward he darted. and around him crowded thick. 260 . That swoops amid the starlings and the daws.” He said. Son of Ithaemenes. So swift didst thou. Not of the meanest ’mid the Myrmidons. with Achilles thence To Ilium sent. by life-destroying death subdued. with darkness Jove o’erspread The stubborn fight: the Trojans first drove back The keen-ey’d Greeks. First turning. he in Hellas dwelt. Thund’ring he fell. Full on the forehead with a massive stone Great Hector smote. him too with our spears subdue. Far as a jav’lin’s flight. deep grief possess’d the Greeks At loss of one so valiant. to join the war of Troy. Or in the deadly battle. Then. prone on the corpse He fell. son of valiant Agacles. Trojans and Lycians. Back drew great Hector and the chiefs of Troy. A pond’rous stone he hurl’d at Sthenelas. as he stretch’d his hand to seize the dead. so far the Greeks pursued. Nor of their wonted valour were the Greeks Oblivious. as he gain’d upon him in pursuit. With fearful shouts. Upon the Trojans and the Lycians spring. the mighty mass Fell on his neck. Epegeus. Griev’d was Patroclus for his comrade slain. The son of Chalcon. Him. In wealth surpassing all the Myrmidons. When on either side The reinforc’d battalions were array’d. and should some comrade dare attempt His rescue. within the pond’rous helm The skull was split in twain. Myrmidons and Greeks Around the dead in sternest combat met. Who in Budaeum’s thriving state bore rule Erewhile. with martial ardour fir’d.

thou art mortal too! And if my aim be true. So. nimble as thou art. words for council meet.” He said. The bold Laogonus. And downward stooping. AEneas. there Mars its impulse stay’d. Below the ear he struck him. and thy soul to Hades send. shunn’d the brazen death. My spear had brought thy dancing to a close. Boots it not now to wrangle. that we may hope To scare away the Trojans from the slain: Hands are for battle. and darkness veil’d his eyes.” He said. So from the wide-spread earth their clamour rose. Who dare confront thee. Amid the mountain forest’s deep recess. him follow’d straight The godlike chief. The weapon stood. in hopes beneath his shield To find a spot unguarded. Then at Meriones AEneas threw His brazen spear. and far is heard the sound. and shields. and him Menoetius’ noble son Address’d with grave rebuke: ”Meriones. good friend. bootless hurl’d. From head to foot with wounds and blood and dust Disfigur’d. As brazen arms. The woodman’s axe. and should my spear But strike thee fair. as loudly rings. As when at spring-tide in the cattle-sheds Around the milk-cans swarm the buzzing flies. forthwith. Unseconded by deeds. why thus waste the time in words? Trust me. ’tis not by vaunting speech. thickly round the dead they swarm’d. Then thus in wrath he cried: ”Meriones. Brave warrior. Meriones: ”Brave as thou art. AEneas’ spear stood quiv’ring in the ground. he beheld.Then slew Meriones a crested chief.” To whom the spearman skill’d. though by no feeble hand. and tough bull’s-hide Encounter’d swords and double-pointed spears. and led the way. deep in the soil infix’d. of Idaean Jove the priest. Had it but struck thee. 261 . from his limbs The spirit fled. Nor might the sharpest sight Sarpedon know. Onetor. all valiant as thou art. And by the people as a God rever’d. And confident. Onetor’s son. but to fight. Behind him far. While the warm milk is frothing in the pail. ’tis too much For thee to hope the might of all to quell. yet me thy fall shall crown With triumph.

To Phoebus then the Cloud-compeller thus: ”Hie thee. that once again The gallant follower of Peleus’ son Should tow’rd the town with fearful slaughter drive The Trojans. Should perish by illustrious Hector’s hand. amid a pile of dead. nor Jove the while Turn’d from the stubborn fight his piercing glance. and from amid the spears Withdrawn. for he saw the scales of Jove. and mus’d Upon Patroclus’ coming fate. he bore Sarpedon far away. or yet be spared awhile To swell the labours of the battle-field. obedient to his father’s words. and from all his wounds Cleanse the dark gore. he fled. twin brothers. these Menoetius’ son Sent by his comrades to the ships of Greece. in their arms They bore him safe to Lycia’s wide-spread plains. And lav’d his body in the flowing stream. To Sleep and Death. 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. He judg’d it best at length. Then with divine ambrosia all his limbs Anointing. clothe him in immortal robes. Then with divine ambrosia all his limbs Anointing.” He said. All fled in terror. in doubt. And lave his body in the flowing stream. as they saw their King Pierc’d through the heart. If he too there beside Sarpedon slain.So swarm’d they round the dead. To two swift bearers give him then in charge. cloth’d him in immortal robes. Mounting his car. The fitting tribute to the mighty dead. Then to Automedon Patroclus gave 262 . Spoil’d of his arms. For o’er his body many a warrior fell. First Hector’s soul with panic fear he fill’d. and mound and column raise. To Sleep and Death. twin brothers. Down to the battle-field Apollo sped From Ida’s height. Then from Sarpedon’s breast they stripp’d his arms. from amid the spears Withdraw Sarpedon. then bear him far away. To two swift bearers gave him then in charge. Of brass refulgent. Then nor the valiant Lycians held their ground. When Saturn’s son the conflict fierce inflam’d. But still look’d down with gaze intent. and their brazen-helmed chief. and urg’d to flight The Trojans. good Phoebus.

why shrink’st thou from the battle thus? It ill beseems thee! Would to Heav’n that I So far thy greater were. Dymas’ son. these he slew. Shrinking before the Far-destroyer’s wrath. In likeness of a warrior stout and brave. and Troy’s defence The jutting angle of the lofty wall Patroclus thrice assail’d. thus Apollo spoke: ”Hector. 263 . and anon excites to war. Perimus The son of Meges. doubtful. his onset thrice Apollo. with his own immortal hands Repelling. and of vict’ry robs The bravest. Patroclus! not to thee Hath fate decreed the triumph to destroy The warlike Trojans’ city. and Autonous. nor yet To great Achilles. Patroclus. Heav’n-born chief. Thus as he mus’d. the uncle thence Of noble Hector. Elasus. Melanippus. But still Jove’s will the will of man o’errules: Who strikes with panic.” Thus as he spoke. as thou art mine. and Echeclus next. Then had the Greeks the lofty-gated town Of Priam captur’d by Patroclus’ hand. Brother of Hecuba. Epistor. Patroclus backward stepp’d. by Saugarius’ stream. mightier far than thou. or summon all the host To seek the friendly shelter of the wall. if again to dare The battle-throng. Then sorely shouldst thou rue this abstinence. whom slew’st thou last. Who now Patroclus’ breast with fury fill’d. with more than mortal force He made his fourth attempt.His orders. Whom then. Who dwelt in Phrygia. Still Hector kept before the Scaean gates His coursers. His form assuming. Asius. insensate! had he now But borne in mind the words of Peleus’ son. Oh much deceiv’d. So forward and so fierce he bore his spear. He might have ’scap’d the bitter doom of death. beside him Phoebus stood. first. And Mulius. The others all in flight their safety found. backward thrust his glitt’ring shield. When summon’d by the Gods to meet thy doom? Adrastus. But when again. But on the well-built tow’r Apollo stood. On his destruction bent. with awful mien And threat’ning voice the Far-destroyer spoke: ”Back. and the flying foe pursued. no. and Pylartes.

Each in the other bent to plunge his spear. On th’ other side. Full on his temples fell the jagged mass. In act the sheepfold to despoil. And noble Hector bade Cebriones Drive ’mid the fight his car. and life forsook his limbs. with him might few compete. not far it miss’d its mark. Drove both his eyebrows in. Hector held. Trojans and Greeks in stubborn conflict clos’d. As when. Patroclus. Patroclus seiz’d the foot. as the reins he held. As from his car he plunges to the ground: Troy can. so haply by his death Apollo thee with endless fame may crown. and.” Thus saying. So o’er Cebriones two mighty chiefs. The head. Nor stay’d to slay. before him mov’d Apollo. So. strove. Nor bootless flew. And. As springs a lion. like a diver. All others Hector pass’d unnotic’d by. o’er Cebriones. o’er a slaughter’d stag. accomplish’d tumblers boast. forward thou! against Patroclus urge Thy fiery steeds. with grasp unyielding. two lions fiercely fight. scatt’ring terror ’mid the Greeks. As on the mountain. Down from his car too Hector leap’d to earth. 264 . it seems. crowding round. And lustre adding to the arms of Troy. through the breast transfix’d. but Hector’s charioteer It struck. from the well-wrought car Headlong he plung’d. if with such a plunge He left his boat. oppos’d they stood. the God rejoin’d the strife of men. Cebriones. Menoetius’ son and noble Hector. and dies The victim of his courage. that fill’d his ample grasp: The stone he hurl’d. Both hunger-pinch’d. and crush’d the bone. Patroclus from his car Leap’d to the ground: his left hand held his spear. And in the right a pond’rous mass he bore Of rugged stone. 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. spring. a bastard son Of royal Priam. Diving for oysters. on Cebriones he sprang. Before him in the dust his eyeballs fell. encount’ring in some mountain-glen.” This said. Patroclus was the mark At which his coursers’ clatt’ring hoofs he drove. how rough soe’er the waves.But. so didst thou Upon Cebriones.

bounding from the string. With fearful shouts. and Apollo’s hand. And feather’d arrows. Whose tap’ring branches are together thrown. with its belt. never till that day Was that proud helmet so with dust defil’d. between the shoulders stabb’d. With fearful din. thy term of life. and graceful brow: Now by the will of Jove to Hector giv’n. mightily he lay. to drive the car. his corslet loos’d. to run. For Phoebus’ awful self encounter’d thee.Eurus and Notus shake the forest deep. As round the dead they fought. and guard Achilles’ noble head. and with extended palm Dealt on Patroclus’ neck and shoulders broad A mighty buffet. So mix’d confus’dly. Clank’d. No thought of flight by either entertain’d. and fast the people fell On either side. of thee unseen. And pond’rous stones that on the bucklers rang. Approaching close. Fiercely Patroclus on the Trojans fell: Thrice he assail’d them. Of oak. and in his grasp His spear was shiver’d. Thick o’er Cebriones the jav’lins flew. A mighty warrior. and from his breast his armour stripp’d. all aghast he stood: Him. a Dardan. and tough. and crash of broke a boughs. his art forgotten all. For thickest darkness shrouded all his form: He stood behind. Euphorbus. Patroclus. terrible as Mars. That wont to deck a godlike chief. peerless ’mid the Trojan youth. from behind. The royal son of Jove. or ash. as it roll’d beneath the horses’ feet. or slender cornel-tree. and from the darts And Trojan battle-cry Cebriones They drew. with more than mortal force His fourth assault he made. Now death was near at hand. The Greeks were stronger far. And from his head Apollo snatch’d the helm. then approach’d its final close. amid the dust That eddying rose. Greeks and Trojans fought. long. pond’rous. While in mid Heav’n the sun pursued his course. but when declining day Brought on the hour that sees the loosen’d steers. Panthous’ son. Thick flew the shafts. Then was his mind bewilder’d. the horsehair plume with blood And dust polluted. and his limbs Gave way beneath him. Amid the battle-throng. Brass-pointed. and thrice nine foes he slew: But when again. the ample shield Fell from his shoulders. 265 . dizzy swam his eyes. The visor’d helm. To hurl the spear.

That Hector’s flying coursers scour’d the plain. Torn from his body. who stripp’d me of my arms.’ such were. yet Peleus’ son Avail’d thee nought. right through The brazen spear was driv’n. and. ere this A score of Greeks had from their chariots hurl’d: Such was the man who thee. spoke: ”Patroclus. His counsels. through the ranks Advancing. Patroclus. Who o’er the vanquish’d. becam’st his dupe.” To whom Patroclus thus in accents faint: ”Hector. first Wounded. With sage advice he sent thee forth to fight: ’Come not to me. from his car. Had I to deal with twenty such as thee. when on the mountain top They two have met. when Patroclus from the fight He saw retreating. gasping. the ashen spear He. And deeply mourn’d his fall the Grecian host. As when a lion hath in fight o’erborne A tusked boar. in all haste. in their defence. of men. From certain death. I suppose. thou. in all their pride of strength. wounded. at length beneath the spear Of noble Hector yielded up his life. thund’ring he fell. around a scanty spring. With Phoebus join’d. and in your ships To bear away to your far-distant land. Great deeds achiev’d. thus exulting. vanquish’d by my spear: Me fate hath slain. that Jove. From them. until thou bear The warrior-slayer Hector’s bloody spoils. the bravest of the Trojans. train’d to warfare. Poor wretch! though brave he be. I Avert the day of doom. though disarm’d. Back to his comrades’ shelt’ring ranks retir’d. Patroclus: by the stroke Of Phoebus vanquish’d. in deadly strife. Both parch’d with thirst. and Phoebus. and Euphorbus’ spear: But Hector. Their days of freedom lost. nor dar’d confront Patroclus. but not subdued. thou boastest loudly now. our Trojan dames: Fool that thou wast! nor knew’st. Nor to the ships return. hanging back himself. when. but of late thou mad’st thy boast To raze our city walls. withdrew. And vanquish’d by the lion’s force.He. while on our shores Thy flesh shall glut the carrion birds of Troy. poor fool. so Menoetius’ son. car-borne chief. hath thee with vict’ry crown’d: They wrought my death. 266 . the boar Hath yielded. They all should perish. smote him through the flank. Patroclus.

the gloom of death his eyes O’erspread. the noble prayer of Ajax on that occasion. and to the shades his spirit fled. and renews the battle. Peleus’ matchless son. in dazzling arms array’d. This too I say. spear in hand. Of warlike Menelaus unobserv’d. The scene lies in the fields before Troy. though attacked with the utmost fury. Forward he sprang. Menelaus retires. And round him mov’d. Automedon pursued.–THE ACTS OF MENELAUS. The noble prize the Gods to Peleus gave. assisted by the Ajaces. Hector advancing. the noble Hector thus: ”Patroclus. Nor was Patroclus’ fall. Intent to slay. BOOK XVII. The horses of Achilles deplore the loss of Patroclus. This Glaucus objects to Hector as a flight. who thereupon puts on the armour he had won from Patroclus. Achilles. till Ajax rallies them: AEneas sustains the Trojans. withdrew The brazen spear. death e’en now And final doom hangs o’er thee. upon the death of Patroclus. by the hand Of great Achilles. where. The time is the evening of the eight-and-twentieth day.Euphorbus. as round her new-dropp’d calf 267 . with the news of Patroclus’s death: then returns to the fight. why predict my coming fate? Or who can say but fair-hair’d Thetis’ son. which is borne off by Automedon. To whom. who attempts it. FOR THE BODY OF PATROCLUS. AEneas and Hector attempt the chariot of Achilles. THE SEVENTH BATTLE. is slain. by my spear may first be slain?” He said. Mourning his fate. defends his body from the enemy.” Thus as he spoke. and bear it in thy mind. he and Meriones. by Trojans slain. The Greeks give way. but soon returns with Ajax. Menelaus sends Antilochus to Achilles. ARGUMENT. The godlike follower of AEacides: But him in safety bore th’ immortal steeds. Jupiter covers his body with a thick darkness. his youth and strength cut off. Euphorbus. bear off the body to the ships. and planting firm his foot. then. and backward drove the dead From off the weapon’s point. thou wast but the third to strike. Not long shalt thou survive me. though dead. and drives him off. Menelaus.

And my encounter dar’d. Lest by my spear thou lose thy cherish’d life. while ’tis time. Heav’n-born Menelaus. shalt thou pay The forfeit for my brother’s life.” He spoke in vain. of the Trojans and their fam’d Allies. nor the forest boar. yield up the bloody spoils: For. against the stubborn brass The point was bent. yet he. After th’ event may e’en a fool be wise. a heifer moves with plaintive moan: So round Patroclus Menelaus mov’d. Yet nought avail’d to Hyperenor’s might His youthful vigour. Quit thou the dead. Heav’n-born chief. Thou in the chambers of her new-found home Hast made his bride a weeping widow. Fiercest of beasts. Ere ill betide thee. So shall thy pride be quell’d. but I warn thee. nor lion. how ill this vaunting tone Beseems this braggart! In their own esteem. and struck the centre of the shield. thou mak’st thy boasting speech. o’er whom. ’mid the gen’ral throng That thou withdraw. Slain by thy hand. to rejoice His tender wife’s and honour’d parents’ sight. I ween. Nor uncontested shall the proof remain.” To whom in anger Menelaus thus: ”O Father Jove. of all the Greeks He deem’d my prowess least. Nor long deferr’d. On his own feet return’d not. ”With Panthous’ sons for courage none may vie. Could I thy head and armour in the hands Of Panthous and of honour’d Phrontis place. Mine was the hand that in the stubborn fight First struck Patroclus. To all who might oppose him threat’ning death. His shield’s broad orb and spear before him held. when he held me cheap.” He said. of vict’ry or defeat. Nor. nor stand to me oppos’d. But broke not through. and proudest of his strength. then with a pray’r to Jove 268 . on his side. if me thou dare Encounter. leave me then to wear Among the men of Troy my honours due. The warlike Menelaus thus address’d: ”Illustrious son of Atreus. Euphorbus thus replied: ”Now. was Panthous’ noble son Unmindful of the slain. thou Hast fill’d with bitt’rest grief his parents’ hearts: Some solace might those hapless mourners find. but.Her first. Nor pard. standing near.

And seen expanding. amid the pasturing herd Seizes a heifer in his pow’rful jaws. with gold and silver bound. by copious-gushing springs. Loud shouting. and hard are they For mortal man to harness. And as a lion. below his throat Took aim. Were dabbled all with blood. and his youthful vigour quell’d. and saw the two. The valiant Menelaus. on her entrails gorging. laps the blood. Forward he sprang. Euphorbus. And. till with sudden gust A sweeping hurricane of wind and rain Uproots it from its bed. he thus address’d: ”Hector. The choicest.The son of Atreus in his turn advanc’d. And. Chief of the Cicones. Panthous’ son. In some lone spot. yet ventures none To meet his rage.” He said. Those tresses bright. Now had Atrides borne away with ease The spoils of Panthous’ son. nurs’d by ev’ry breeze. in Mentes’ form. So lay the youthful son of Panthous. 269 . with dauntless breast The noble Menelaus’ wrath to meet. in the mountains bred. and prostrate lays. Save for Achilles’ self. and loud his armour rang. and against him launch’d The might of Hector. but Phoebus grudg’d His prize of vict’ry. her neck first broken. in dazzling arms array’d. The blood outpouring from the gaping wound. Defends meanwhile Patroclus. In pride of strength. slain By Atreus’ son. backward as he stepp’d. So none was there so bold. Its whit’ning blossoms. and. Atreus’ son. and join’d again the strife of men: Hector’s dark soul with bitter grief was fill’d. for fear is on them all. Those locks. or control. One slain. the Goddess-born. and of his arms despoil’d. the other stripping off his arms. blazing like the quenchless flames Of Vulcan: Menelaus heard the shout. and pressing hard with stalwart hand Drove through the yielding neck the pond’rous spear: Thund’ring he fell. pursuing Pelides’ flying steeds. terrible as Mars: To whom his winged words. rends. thy labour all is vain. He look’d amid the ranks. As when a man Hath rear’d a fair and vig’rous olive plant. Though with loud clamour dogs and herdsmen round Assail him from afar. and e’en now Hath slain a noble Trojan. that with the Graces’ hair might vie.

son of Telamon. And hast’ning to his side. returning. approach’d. to the rescue come Of slain Patroclus. yet grieves his mighty heart. against the will divine. the Trojan ranks advanc’d: Backward he mov’d. and with him Atreus’ son. as when by men and dogs A bearded lion from the fold is driv’n With shouts and spears. for his arms Are prize to Hector of the glancing helm. though I should retreat From Hector. restore His body: his naked body. Cheering his friends and urging to the fight. Stripped of its glitt’ring armour. Peleus’ son. Yet could I hear brave Ajax’ battle cry. For sorely Phoebus had their courage tried. and give The mangled carcase to the dogs of Troy: But Ajax. commun’d with his valiant heart: ”Oh. who for me And in my cause lies slain. Then none may blame me.” While in his mind and spirit thus he mus’d. troubled. I might well incur the blame: And yet if here alone I dare to fight With Hector and his Trojans. 270 . haste hither. would the encounter dare. abandoning the dead. We two. Forward he sprang. if perchance we two May to Achilles. address’d him thus: ”Ajax. my soul? Who strives. and Patroclus. who with Heav’n’s assistance wars. E’en against Heav’n. much I fear. with one Belov’d of Heav’n. to be by numbers overwhelm’d. of any Greek Who saw me.And. woe is me! for should I now the spoils Abandon.” He said. But turning oft. By Hector led. and bear away the dead: Some solace of our loss might then be ours. For Hector all the Trojans hither brings. And with reluctant step he quits the yard: So from Patroclus Menelaus mov’d. Hector was dragging now Patroclus’ corpse. Singly. if so for Peleus’ son We might regain. a bitter doom must meet. he turn’d. and intent The head to sever with his sword. Him on the battle’s farthest left he spied. with his tow’r-like shield. And look’d around. if haply he might find The mighty Ajax. Yet when he reach’d his comrades’ ranks. But wherefore entertain such thoughts. and Ajax’ spirit within him stirr’d.

The warlike Menelaus. Proud in his strength he stands. Then Glaucus. To Hector thus. While yet he liv’d. dauntless courage. With stern regard. lifeless. his heart with grief oppress’d. Soon would the Greeks Sarpedon’s arms release. we take at once Our homeward way. Atreus’ son. And. bring to royal Priam’s town. meet for men Who in their country’s cause against the foe Endure both toil and war. thou hast belied. thy comrade and thy guest? Greatly he serv’d the city and thyself. the wrinkles of his brow: So o’er Patroclus mighty Ajax stood. Cov’ring his eyes. we soon should see Patroclus brought within the walls of Troy. How can a meaner man expect thine aid. Henceforth no Lycian will go forth for Troy To fight with Greeks.Then Hector to his comrades’ ranks withdrew. his glorious prize. since favour none we gain By unremitting toil against the foe. Have with his offspring met amid the woods. whom hunters. and bade the Trojans bear The glitt’ring arms. with scornful glance. and stood. Glaucus. replied: ”Why. address’d His keen reproaches: ”Hector. as for his cubs A lion stands. And by his side. fair of form. speak. Brave as thou art. in this o’erbearing strain? Good friend. Bethink thee now. leader of the Lycian host. Who basely to the Greeks a prize and spoil Sarpedon leav’st. But thou before the mighty Ajax stood’st With downcast eyes.” To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm. and down are drawn. I heretofore have held thee wise 271 . 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. aided but by Trojans born. nor durst in manly fight Contend with one thy better far confess’d. and now thou dar’st not save His body from the dogs! By my advice If Lycians will be rul’d. But if in Trojan bosoms there abode The daring. How art thou wanting in the fight! thy fame. to Troy: While Ajax with his mighty shield o’erspread Menoetius’ son. Coward and runaway. if thou alone canst save The city. Rush’d to his car. and Troy may meet her doom. unaware. Him from the battle could we bear away.

Yet in that armour grew not old that son. was Hector girt by Mars The fierce and terrible. with vig’rous strength His limbs were strung. donn’d The heav’nly armour. he to his son convey’d. which th’ immortal Gods Gave to his sire. The dread of all. Eeturn’d from battle. and anon excites to war. hast donn’d th’ immortal arms. My glorious prize from slain Patroclus torn. Hector of the glancing helm. with rapid steps His comrades follow’d. of Peleus’ son. and hold thy judgment cheap. He shook his head. quit ye now like men. Who strikes with panic.” He said. how brave soe’er. and of vict’ry robs The bravest. While he.O’er all who dwell in Lycia’s fertile soil. brave and good. stripping from his head and breast Helmet and cuirass. and inly thus he mus’d: ”Ah hapless! little deem’st thou of thy fate. Who tow’rd the town Achilles’ armour bore. fitted to his form By Jove himself. as ’mid his brave allies 272 . and ere long o’ertook. Then with the armour. and nodded with his shadowy brows. fam’d In close encounter. while I The splendid armour of Achilles don. shall Andromache Receive the spoils of Peleus’ godlike son. thy hand hath slain. Stand by me now. his own he bade The warlike Trojans to the city bear. But now I change. and ye Dardans. Though now so nigh! Thou of the prime of men. since ne’er from thee. Whose comrade. and loudly on the Trojans call’d: ”Trojans and Lycians. Then standing from the bloody fight aloof The armour he exchang’d. never have I shrunk From the stern fight.” He said. Maintain awhile the stubborn fight. Achilles.” So saying. Withdrawing from the field. But all o’erruling is the mind of Jove. And sham’d him. and clatter of the cars. Shall rescue from my hands Patroclus’ corpse. and see if through the day I prove myself the coward that thou say’st. Or suffer that a Greek. Who chargest me with flying from the might Of giant Ajax. yet thy latest hours Will I with glory crown. Him when apart the Cloud-compeller saw Girt with the arms of Peleus’ godlike son.

Phoreys. like a war-cloud. They march’d upon the Greeks. the chiefs and councillors of Greece. such is the chance of war. he may fall. Asteropaeus and Hippothous. Chromius. high rose their hopes From Ajax Telamon to snatch the dead. Hector’s might I see O’ershadowing all around. On all the chiefs Atrides call’d aloud: ”O friends.” 273 .He sprang. it shame Patroclus’ corpse should glut the dogs of Troy. Deisenor. loud-shouting. but let each And all their aid afford. Mesthles and Glaucus and Thersilochus. As for my life and thine I tremble now: For. So fierce the combat rages. noble friend. ye countless tribes. Despite the might of Ajax. But that with willing hearts ye should defend Our wives and infants from the warlike Greeks: For this I drain my people’s stores. now is our doom Apparent. half the spoils To him I give. All ye that banquet at the gen’ral cost With Atreus’ sons. and deem. For safe return I dare no longer hope: Not for Patroclus’ corpse so much I fear. And Ennomus the seer: to all of these His winged words he cheeringly address’d: ”Hear me. ’Twere hard to call by name each single man. exalting your estate. with uplifted spears. for food And gifts for you. and his praise shall equal mine. which cost them many a life! Then thus To valiant Menelaus Ajax spoke. Then. To each and all in cheering tones he spoke. Vain hopes. and onward.” He said. if haply they may hear. but do thou for succour call On all the chiefs. that dwelling round Assist our cause! You from your sev’ral homes Not for display of numbers have I call’d. Which soon will glut the dogs and birds of Troy. who will boldly onward. But who within our valiant Trojans’ ranks Shall but the body of Patroclus bring. To all he seem’d Achilles’ godlike self. and o’er your sev’ral states Dominion hold. Medon. glitt’ring in his arms. whose honour is of Jove. the other half myself Retaining. Or safe escape.” Thus Ajax spoke: obedient to his word. ”O Heav’n-born Menelaus.

But who can know or tell the names of all.He said: first heard Oileus’ active son. His vital spirit quench’d. beside him stood. as when the ocean wave Meets on the beach th’ outpouring of a stream. and struck. Dealt by a weighty spear and stalwart hand. And hast’ning through the fray. At first the Trojans drove the keen-ey’d Greeks. Onward he sprang. Which none might turn aside. Swoll’n by the rains of Heav’n: the lofty cliffs Resound. Far from his own Larissa’s teeming soil: Not destin’d he his parents to repay 274 . Scatters with ease both dogs and stalwart youths. as springs a mountain boar. The plumed helm was shiver’d by the blow. following. With such a sound advanc’d the Trojan host: While round Patroclus. But to the rescue all his comrades stirr’d. O’er all the Greeks. Leaving the corpse. his corpse to Troy. yet not for long Endur’d their flight. With glory to themselves. nor would that now his corpse Should to the dogs of Troy remain a prey. for from the crowd Outsprang the son of Telamon. his friend Meriones. while yet he liv’d Jove hated not. So Ajax scatter’d soon the Trojan ranks. But on himself he brought destruction down. The Greeks a fence of brass-clad bucklers rais’d. for Menoetius’ son. and on the ground Fell from his pow’rless grasp Patroclus’ foot. But on the dead they seiz’d. Which. Achilles’ faithful friend. Next him Idomeneus. While he himself lay stretch’d beside the dead. In form pre-eminent. Valiant as Mars. and deeds of arms. by Hector led: With such a sound. Who. hop’d to bear. In close encounter. with whom there came. Was dragging by the feet the noble dead. Seeking the favour of the men of Troy. Pelasgian Lethus’ son. nor with their spears The valiant Trojans reach’d a single Greek. and bellows the big sea without. on the brass-cheek’d helm. O’er their bright helms the son of Saturn shed A veil of darkness. A leathern belt around his ancles bound. Hippothous. they fled. That round Patroclus closing. Gush’d from the wound the mingled blood and brain. with one heart and mind. save Peleus’ matchless son. swell’d the battle of the Greeks? Onward the Trojans press’d. them Ajax rallied soon. turning in the forest glade to bay.

Periphas. By godlike Ajax’ mighty spear subdu’d.Their early care. By their own strength and courage. before the warlike Greeks. the Greeks. for short his term of life. and th’ intestines tore. and AEneas thus address’d: ”AEneas. And told how Jove. On then! nor undisturbed allow the Greeks 275 . but Schedius. the weighty spear broke through The hollow breastplate. and passing through. I see their cause maintaining. Could ye defend your city. despite the will of Jove.) below the collar-bone It struck. and clutch’d the ground. and loud to Hector call’d: ”Hector. him Ajax smote Below the waist. kept his watch O’er slain Hippothous. As Phorcys. but now. foul shame it were that we. The son of Epytus. And brave Allies. had the Trojans fled. if when Jove Rather to us than them the vict’ry wills. Seiz’d both the dead. on our side bestow’d his aid. O’ercome by panic. son of Iphitus. and all ye other chiefs of Troy. should to Ilium now In flight be driv’n before the warlike Greeks. Prone in the dust he fell. (The bravest of the Phocian chiefs. To Ilium now. who dwelt In far-fam’d Panopeus. At this the Trojan chiefs and Hector’s self ’Gan to give way. as others now In their own strength and courage confident. and their troops’ undaunted hearts. Had not Apollo’s self AEneas rous’d. At Ajax Hector threw his glitt’ring spear: He saw. the mighty Lord Of num’rous hosts. and loud his armour rang. Their numbers. with joyful shouts. some God there stood. against the will of Heav’n. And by my side. And now had Greeks. how. now aged grown In service of AEneas’ aged sire. the brazen point Came forth again beneath his shoulder-blade: Thund’ring he fell. won the day. the sov’reign arbiter Of battle. son of Phaenops. and stripp’d their armour off. With fear unspeakable ye shun the fight?” He said: the presence of the Archer-God AEneas knew. A man of kindliest soul: his form assum’d Apollo. and narrowly the brazen death Escap’d. In likeness of a herald. O’ercome by panic.

And spears projecting: such the orders giv’n By Ajax. for all around Patroclus rose a fence of serried shields. toil’d on beneath their armour’s weight. furious as the rage of fire. They rallying turn’d. and far before the ranks advanc’d. And forward sprang to battle with the Greeks. his glitt’ring spear he threw. at distant intervals. Laocritus. the valiant son Of Hippasus. And through the midriff Apisaon struck. for they stood Of mutual succour mindful. Lycomedes saw With pitying eyes his gallant comrade’s fall. in darkness and in strife Sore press’d. who the battle wag’d Around the body of Menoetius’ son: Elsewhere the Trojans and the well-greav’d Greeks Fought. Nor might ye deem the glorious sun himself Nor moon was safe. each seeking to avoid The hostile missiles. but their steady guard Maintain. The sun’s bright beams were shed abroad. no cloud Lay on the face of earth or mountain tops.To bear Patroclus’ body to their ships. and fac’d again the Greeks. Son of Arisbas. They but by fits. then with crimson blood The earth was wet. fought. Trojans alike. and Greeks. Though fewer far their losses. Nor any to the front advance alone Before his fellows. and hand to hand they fell. for darkest clouds of night O’erspread the warriors. and support. who with eyes Of pity saw his gallant comrade’s fall. they fought. Then first AEneas’ spear the comrade brave Of Lycomedes struck. He from Paeonia’s fertile fields had come. undisturb’d. And standing near. 276 . Antilochus And Thrasymedes. and fighting in the foremost ranks. All save Asteropaeus. O’er all his comrades eminent in fight. but in the midst The bravest all. As yet no tidings of Patroclus’ fall Had reach’d two valiant chiefs. His people’s guardian chief.” He said. Thus. and with earnest care enforc’d. So order’d Ajax. in the clear light of day. and slack’d his limbs in death. That from around the dead should none retire. and brave Allies. For neither these a bloodless fight sustain’d. but they deem’d him still Alive. Yet could not force his way. and hand to hand the battle wage. And far apart.

They. As when a chief his people bids to stretch A huge bull’s hide. Let earth engulph us all. to their ships The Greeks. and mutual slaughter dealt. so better far Than let these Trojans to their city bear Our dead.” On th’ other hand some valiant Trojan thus Would shout: ”O friends. And thus perchance some brass-clad Greek would say: ”O friends. foretold. spirit-stirring Mars himself. Pull the tough hide. but deem’d That when the Trojans to their gates were driv’n. his dearest comrade’s loss. beneath the walls of Troy. that weary fight. Had not that struggle with contempt beheld: Such grievous labour o’er Patroclus’ corpse Had Jove to horses and to men decreed. ere that should be. Great was meanwhile their labour. But of Patroclus’ fall no tidings yet Had reach’d Achilles. the arms. the grease Is all absorb’d. Reek’d with continuous toil and sweat. for the war was wag’d Far from the ships. yet let not one give way. Revealing to her son the mind of Jove. by Nestor so enjoin’d. who sustain’d. tho’ fate decreed that here We all should die. this way and that. He would return in safety. and high the hopes of each To bear it off in triumph. Or Pallas to her utmost fury rous’d. all drench’d and soak’d with grease. or without. of all Who round Achilles’ faithful comrade fought. They in a circle rang’d. Nor look’d he of his death to hear. and eyes. till ent’ring in. fiercely rag’d The struggle. for no hope Had he of taking by assault the town. Still round the dead they held their pointed spears. Fought hand to hand. Yet ne’er had warn’d him of such grief as this. Which now befell. and boast them of their triumph gain’d. for oft apart His Goddess-mother had his doom. With. his aid. the knees. Fought on apart. Throughout the livelong day. So these in narrow space this way and that The body dragg’d. witnessing their comrades’ flight and death. And legs and feet. and dragg’d by num’rous hands The supple skin to th’ utmost length is stretch’d. When from the ships he bade them join the fray.” 277 . ’twere shameful should we to the ships Ingloriously return. to Troy the Trojans.

But as a column stands. hapless horses! wherefore gave we you To royal Peleus. 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. in the car alone. I will not suffer it. from the fight withdrawn. speedy to pursue. And slay. had pow’r at once 278 . Yet shall not ye. Swiftly again assail’d them in pursuit. nor join the fray. nor shall your well-wrought car. shaking from their manes the dust. as thus he mus’d: ”Ah. while scalding tears Dropp’d earthward from their eyelids. by Hector’s murd’rous hand. In vain with honey’d words. which marks the tomb Of man or woman. Automedon. he could not slay. in vain with threats. They. The son of Saturn pitying saw their grief. Till sets the sun. be controll’d. Then. His horses’ course directing. Achilles’ steeds Wept. cheering each his comrades. Nor to the ships would they return again By the broad Hellespont. their heads Down-drooping to the ground. with vaunting boast. enough for him To hold. By Hector. though he mourn’d his comrade slain. as a vulture ’mid a flock of geese. and their speed Exciting. And walk upon the earth. so immovable Beneath the splendid car they stood. For yet I will the Trojans shall prevail. But to your limbs and spirits will I impart Such strength. the car Amid the Greeks and Trojans lightly bore. and in their breasts fresh spirit infus’d. and darkness shrouds the earth. and brazen vault of Heav’n. Nor. But. the iron clangour pierc’d The empty air.” He said.Thus. and o’er the yoke-band shed Down stream’d their ample manes. Achilles’ arms. Essay’d in vain to rouse them with the lash. as they mourn’d Their charioteer. Yet. is nought More wretched than th’ unhappy race of man. to a mortal man. with dust defil’d. And thus they fought. Amid the battle rush’d Automedon. son of Priam. until they reach the well-mann’d ships. or creep. Swiftly he fled from out the Trojan host. as they heard how in the dust was laid Their charioteer. would they speak. And sorrowing shook his head. that from the battle to the ships Ye shall in safety bear Automedon. Diores’ valiant son.

I see.” He said. what God has fill’d thy mind With counsels vain. if such thy will. His trusty friend and comrade. and straight with added strength His soul was fill’d. will scarcely stand oppos’d. be stay’d. But him stern death and fate have overta’en. Down leap’d Automedon. save indeed. And thus address’d AEneas at his side: ”AEneas. Descending from the car. I deem. Alcimedon the whip and reins assum’d. And carry terror ’mid the Grecian host. while I. Diores’ son: ”Alcimedon. Alcimedon. the mettle to control Of these immortal horses. great Hector saw. thick overlaid with brass. Achilles’ horses on the battle-field: These we may hope to take. and make the strong-neck’d steeds their prize: Blind fools! nor destin’d scatheless to escape Automedon’s encounter. 279 . in the foremost ranks. And high their hopes were rais’d. beheld. While Hector proudly on his breast displays The glorious arms of great AEacides. the warriors both To slay. since none of all the Greeks May vie with thee. and thee of sense bereft? That with the Trojans. Ere us he slay. Take thon the whip and shining reins. mounting on the war-car straight. For they. Or dare th’ encounter of our joint assault. and thus Automedon address’d: ”Automedon. committed to unskilful hands. Forward they went. their shoulders cover’d o’er With stout bull’s-hide. methinks. and hurl the spear. While yet he liv’d. but breathing on my neck. engage in fight. Patroclus. and.” He said. prince and counsellor of Troy. he his pray’r To Jove address’d. thy comrade slain. behind the car He stood. At length a comrade brave. For Hector’s might will not. With them both Chromius and Aretus went. Thou fain wouldst fight alone. Anchises’ valiant son complied. godlike chief. and mount Achilles’ car. Laerces’ son.” To whom Automedon. thus he spoke: ”Alcimedon. do thou the horses keep Not far away. and to Alcimedon.To guide the flying steeds.

through the bloody press. Then at Automedon great Hector threw His glitt’ring spear. then backwards fell: And quiv’ring. the living. But haste. hurl’d the pond’rous spear. And now with swords. He mounted.” Then. And shunn’d the brazen death. Again around Patroclus’ body rag’d The stubborn conflict. and forward stoop’d. but Jove directs the blow. The sharp spear soon relax’d his limbs in death. there Mars its impulse stay’d. and us. with quiv’ring shaft The weapon stood. force their way: Yet is the issue in the hands of Heav’n. Menelaus. Striking behind the horns a sturdy bull. For slain Patroclus. To guard him. And. Automedon Stripp’d off his arms. falls. direful. pressing through the throng. So forward first he sprang. in his vitals deep infix’d. Aretus there they left. behind him far Deep in the soil infix’d.” He said. Full on Aretus’ broad-orb’d shield it struck. sorrow-fraught: 280 . the brazen point Drove through the belt. Nor stay’d the shield its course. I hurl the spear. The bravest of the Trojans. and. forward. Ye on the dead alone your care bestow. throwing on the car the bloody spoils. but at their comrade’s call The two Ajaces. As ’twere a lion. poising. save from death. and in his body lodg’d.Or in the foremost ranks himself be slain. he saw. in alarm recoil’d. As with sharp axe in hand a stalwart man. terrible as Mars. with our bravest all. and hand to hand. Pierc’d through the heart. he. For Hector and AEneas hitherward. With weight o’erpow’ring. fresh from his repast Upon the carcase of a slaughter’d bull. all worthless as thou art. And. leaders of the host. is my heart reliev’d. and thus exulting cried: ”Of some small portion of its load of grief. plunging. and stave off the hostile ranks. and loudly call’d On Menelaus and th’ Ajaces both: ”Ye two Ajaces. Before them Hector and AEneas both. hands and feet imbrued with blood. In slaying thee.” Thus spoke Automedon. Between the warriors interpos’d in haste. And godlike Chromius. the fight Had been renew’d. Severs the neck.

281 . As o’er the face of Heav’n when Jove extends His bright-hued bow.” To whom thus Menelaus. right through the spear was driv’n. Thund’ring he fell.From Heav’n descending. with the strength of fire Still rages. and all the host inspire. a sign to mortal men Of war. her aid he sought. which bid surcease The rural works of man. as he turn’d to fly. Then hold thou firm. of blameless life. so changed was now his will. and his triumph wills. and pinch the flocks. or wintry storms. The form of Phoenix and his pow’rful voice Assuming. Pass’d through the ranks. There was one Podes in the Trojan ranks. Then close at Hector’s side Apollo stood. honour’d sire. oft repell’d by man. good in fight: ”O Phoenix. Atreus’ son. And at his table oft a welcome guest: Him. Asius’ son. Such boldness in Atrides’ manly breast Pallas inspir’d: beside Patroclus’ corpse Again he stood. And to his breast the boldness of the fly. If Pallas would the needful pow’r impart. aged warrior. if Achilles’ faithful friend The dogs devour beneath the walls of Troy. For deeply by his death my heart is touch’d. the Goddess first. But valiant Hector. Which. foul reproach Will fasten. and Atreus’ son the corpse Dragg’d from the Trojans ’mid the ranks of Greece. And o’er me spread her aegis. O Menelaus. To noble Menelaus. then would I Undaunted for Patroclus’ rescue fight. So Pallas. beneath the waist Atrides struck.” He said: the blue-ey’d Goddess heard with joy That. chief of all the Gods. rich. Son of Eetion. Who close beside her stood. She gave fresh vigour to his arms and knees. in a bright-hued cloud array’d. renews th’ assault Incessant. Clad in the form of Phaenops. Of all the people most to Hector dear. Sent by all-seeing Jove to stimulate The warlike Greeks. and rous’d each sev’ral man. Pallas stirr’d the strife. and pois’d his glitt’ring spear. thus her stirring words address’d: ”On thee. and destruction deals around: For Jove is with him. lur’d by taste of human blood.

Headlong he fell to earth. Trembling. The first who turn’d to fly was Peneleus. Him Hector struck between the cheek and ear. of all th’ Allies Honour’d of Hector most. heretofore A warrior deem’d of no repute. onward as he rush’d on Leitus. and thus Idomeneus address’d: 282 . Deucalion’s son. Eetion’s son. Clad in his form. All glitt’ring bright. but now. Upstanding on his car. Alone. Who with him came from Lyctus’ thriving town: The chief had left on foot the well-trimm’d ships. and best belov’d. he look’d around. A spear had slightly on the shoulder struck. by Hector’s murd’rous hand. spear in hand. nor hop’d again The Trojans. to meet in fight. and panic-struck the Greeks. the Far-destroyer spoke: ”Hector. And in the foremost ranks e’en now hath slain Podes. But fell. and cutting through the tongue. he robs our Trojans of their dead. and with vict’ry crown’d The Trojan arms. the charioteer And faithful follower of Meriones. and rescue from unsparing death. facing still the foe. what other Greek will scare thee next? Who shrink’st from Menelaus. Boeotian chief. and Ida’s lofty head In clouds and darkness shrouded. stooping from the car.” He said. and dropp’d the reins: These. his volleying thunder roar. Idomeneus at Hector threw his spear: Full on his breast it struck. then he bade His lightning flash. Then Hector Leitus. had not Coeranus his car in haste Driv’n to the rescue. The bone just grazing: by Polydamas. As to the front in dazzling arms he sprang. But Coeranus he struck. But. but near the head The sturdy shaft was on the breastplate snapp’d: Loud was the Trojans’ shout. and he in turn Aim’d at Idomeneus. And. to his Lord he brought Safety. Meriones Caught up.Who in Abydos dwelt. Aloctryon’s son. Crashing the teeth. himself. Thrust thro’ the wrist. dark grief o’erclouded Hector’s brow. thine own good friend. and quell’d his warlike might. by his fall had giv’n A Trojan triumph. Then Saturn’s son his tassell’d aegis wav’d. That shook the mountain. his mark he miss’d. Who close before him stood. him. the spear was thrown.

and tow’rd the ships Idomeneus Urg’d his fleet steeds. Would that some comrade were at hand. until thou reach the ships: Thyself must see how crush’d the strength of Greece. for Jove Directs their course. Nor did not Ajax and Atrides see How in the Trojans’ favour Saturn’s son The wav’ring scale of vict’ry turn’d. But slow as moves a lion from the fold. nor did Atrides not comply. that his dearest friend lies dead.”Ply now the lash. The sun shone forth.” He said. The clouds he scatter’d. And bid him to Achilles bear in haste The tidings. and the mist dispers’d. Then Ajax thus to Menelaus spoke: ”Now. in th’ open light of day. Who all night long have kept their watch. while ours upon the plain Innocuous fall. and. But take we counsel now How from the fray to bear away our dead. That we may see our fate. O Father Jove. from. clear the sky. to bear A message to Achilles. attain their mark. him. If such thy will. beside the ships must fall. and deem That we. hath oft th’ attempt renew’d. 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. Or weak. Heav’n-born Menelaus. and all the field was clear. by whomsoever thrown. That on the field his dearest friend lies dead. hunger-pinch’d. I ween. for fear was on his soul. for a veil of cloud O’er men and horses all around is spread. Which dogs and youths with ceaseless toil hath worn. As yet the mournful tidings have not reach’d. the noble Nester’s son. all pow’rless to resist the might Of Hector’s arm. or strong. But such I see not. and die at least. o’er the sons of Greece Remove this cloudy darkness. Jove beheld his tears. He. 283 . look around If haply ’mid the living thou mayst see Antilochus. pitying. to guard From his assault the choicest of the herd.” He said.” He said. And by our own return rejoice those friends Who look with sorrow on our plight.

wielded by stalwart hands. and departing.But nought prevail’d. Menelaus. fam’d of sharpest sight Of all that fly beneath the vault of Heav’n. best! Patroclus lies in death. by spears on ev’ry side. Whom. His naked body. but to Laodocus. Our bravest. who waited with his car In close attendance. Menelaus took his way. godlike friend. thou mightst descry. but one has fallen. for much he fear’d the Greeks Might to the Trojans. Meriones. Cheering his friends. And deeply must the Greeks his loss deplore. long time his tongue in vain For utt’rance strove. And vict’ry giv’n to Troy. the dead Abandon. But haste thee to the ships. Him on the field’s extremest left he found. Casting his glance around on ev’ry side. And blazing torches.” He said. So from Patroclus. While yet he liv’d–now sunk. through the ranks of war Thy piercing glances ev’ry way were turn’d. yet not the less To Menelaus’ bidding gave his care: Swiftly he sped. And jav’lins met. If Nestor’s son. though in leafiest covert hid. he rends her life away: So. Like to an eagle. and address’d him thus: ”Antilochus. alas! in death.” Thus saying. which would to Heav’n I had not to impart. leaders of the Greeks. panic-struck. How kind and genial was his soul to all. thyself thou seest How Jove hath heap’d disaster on the Greeks. alive. to Peleus’ son The tidings bear. and urging to the fight. And woful tidings hear. Till with the morn he sullenly withdraws. and at his words Antilochus Astounded stood. soaring in the clouds. for his arms are now The prize of Hector of the glancing helm. he besought The two Ajaces and Meriones: ”Ye two Ajaces. And thou. first consign’d his arms. the crouching hare Eludes not. if haply he may save The body of Patroclus from the foe. remember now Our lost Patroclus’ gentle courtesy. His cheerful voice was mute. come hither. He stood beside him. his eyes were fill’d with tears. 284 . which his courage daunt. But swooping down. with reluctant step Atrides mov’d. His comrade brave.

lifting in their arms the corpse. take up in haste. Their colour chang’d to pale. Nor. And bear away the body. While roar the flames before the gusty wind. with mournful news. then from amid the press. as they saw the Greeks Retiring with their dead. And ’scape ourselves from death by Trojan hands. But these in godlike Thrasymedes’ charge He left.Then from the field with active limbs he flew. He turns upon them. in haste I have despatch’d. This way and that in fear of death dispers’d: So onward press’d awhile the Trojan crowd. awhile they run. Will Hector and his Trojans hold at bay. in heart united. and devours House after house amid the glare and blaze. Who side by side have still been wont to fight. and aid thy friends. With Trojans fight? But take we counsel now How from the field to bear away our dead. dashing on. noble Menelaus. while behind We two. Weeping.” Whom answer’d thus great Ajax Telamon: ”Illustrious Menelaus. from off the field Bore tow’rd the ships their dead. As. to battle for the corpse. 285 . but when. Beside th’ Ajaces stood. yet fiercely as his wrath May burn tow’rd Hector. the fire Seizes some populous city. fierce. not one so bold As. all thy words Are just and true. backward they recoil. Uprais’d it high in air. in pride of strength. Thou and Meriones. Eager for blood. and double-pointed spears. But as the mules. I can scarce expect His presence here. with stubborn strength endued. With thrust of swords. As dogs that in advance of hunter youths Pursue a wounded boar. then from behind Loud yell’d the Trojans. to Peleus’ son. did thy heart Incline thee to remain.” He said. on a sudden breaking forth. as thus he spoke: ”Him to Achilles. they. for how could he. to the ships. Thus they. and on they rush’d. But ever as th’ Ajaces turn’d to bay. unarm’d. with anxious care. and to Patroclus hast’ning back. but on their track Came sweeping on the storm of battle. as in name. Where from their war-worn ranks the Pylian troops Deplor’d the absence of Antilochus. So fiercely pressed upon the Greeks’ retreat The clatt’ring tramp of steeds and armed men.

Thetis hearing his lamentations. The sight of him turns the fortune of the day. as they see the hawk approach. take up this book. Two chiefs. ’mid their comrades proudly eminent. but the advice of the former prevails. The sons of Greece. lastly. still labour on Unflinching. and. THE GRIEF OF ACHILLES. from whence it changes to the palace of Vulcan. The scene is at Achilles’ tent on the seashore. Iris appears to Achilles by command of Juno. And spent with toil and sweat. or timber for the ships. that noble one of the shield of Achilles. The description of the wonderful works of Vulcan. as a cloud of starlings or of daws Fly screaming. AEneas. as stems the torrent’s force Some wooded cliff. By Greeks abandon’d in their hasty flight. in the rear. So before Hector and AEneas fled. Screaming. so the Greeks with patient toil Bore on their dead. th’ Ajaces stemm’d The Trojan force. And glorious Hector. The grief of Achilles over the body of Patroclus. to obtain new arms for her son. To lesser birds the messenger of death. far stretching o’er the plain. old Anchises’ son. Thetis goes to the palace of Vulcan. where Hector and Polydamas disagree in their opinions. and scatter’d here and there Around the ditch lay store of goodly arms. BOOK XVIII. ARGUMENT.That down the mountain through the trackless waste Drag some huge log. 286 . in the van were seen. and the night ensuing. rag’d the war. th’ Ajaces in their rear Stemming the war. Then. to remain encamped in the field. Itself unbroken by the strength of flood: So firmly. And. The latter part of the nine-and-twentieth day. forgetful of their warlike fame. yet these still onward press’d. and the body of Patroclus is carried off by the Greeks. and orders him to show himself at the head of the intrenchments. unintermitted. The Trojans call a council. And flinging it aside upon the plain. AND NEW ARMOUR MADE HIM BY VULCAN. The speeches of the mother and son on this occasion. comes with all her seanymphs to comfort him. Checking the mighty river’s rushing stream. Yet still. The news of the death of Patroclus is brought to Achilles by Antilochus.

Marring his graceful visage. To thee I bring. Beside him stood the noble Nestor’s son. are thronging round the ships? Let me not now. Which would to Heav’n I had not to impart. Cymodoce. Loud were his moans. ye Gods. Beating their breasts. fill’d with anxious thoughts. As round Achilles. Soon as the ships from hostile fires were safe. his tidings bore.” While in his mind and spirit thus he mus’d. [5] 287 . And weeping.Thus. Encircled her around. Loud was the wailing of the female band. and wept: The Nereids all. Achilles’ and Patroclus’ prize of war. As thus he commun’d with his mighty heart: ”Alas! what means it. that the long-hair’d Greeks. endure the grief My mother once foretold. Back to return. As with his hands his flowing locks he tore. for his arms are now The prize of Hector of the glancing helm. and defil’d With black’ning ashes all his costly robes. Stretch’d in the dust his lofty stature lay. Patroclus lies in death. with both his hands he seiz’d And pour’d upon his head the grimy dust. Chas’d from the plain. And in his own Achilles’ hand he held. In tears beside him stood Antilochus. his Goddess-mother heard. Meantime Antilochus to Peleus’ son. His naked body. in ocean’s depths who dwell. thus his mournful message gave: ”Alas! great son of Peleus. Swift-footed messenger. they fought. nor Hector’s onset meet. and besought. and darkest clouds of grief o’erspread Achilles’ brow. rushing out of doors. with tott’ring limbs they press’d. she heard. furious as the rage of fire.” He said. woful news. Foolhardy! yet I warn’d him. Beside her aged father where she sat In the deep ocean caves. fearful lest for grief In his own bosom he should sheathe his sword. Groaning in spirit. And o’er his body now the war is wag’d. Him by the high-beak’d ships he found. that I should live To see the bravest of the Myrmidons Cut off by Trojans from the light of day. his mind Th’ event presaging. Menoetius’ noble son has surely fall’n.

and sees the light of day. Panope. before them parted th’ ocean wave. weeping. Where frequent. Weeping. But when they reach’d the fertile shore of Troy. Till in the beaked ships I sent him forth To war with Troy. from the war withdrawn. and learn What grief hath reach’d him. and Galatea. to soothe his grief. in unison They beat their breasts. And Amathea with the golden hair. yet will I go. and nought conceal. deeply groaning. Doris. round Achilles swift of foot. nor. of noblest son Unhappiest mother! me. Me miserable! me. E’en while he lives. and Amphithoe. as he groan’d aloud. in her hands She held his head. my beautiful. Spio. my sister Nereids all. My brave. There too were Oreithyia. thus: 288 . There. He lives in sorrow. a son who bore. In order due they landed on the beach. Were moor’d the vessels of the Myrmidons. and learn How deep the grief that in my breast I bear. And all the denizens of ocean’s depths. Clymene. Limnorea.Nesaee. Returning home. Melite. and left the cave. as Thetis led the wail: ”Give ear. and mourn their insult past. The stag-ey’d Halia. My presence can avail. and Cymothoe. for all thy pray’r Which with uplifted hands thou mad’st to Jove. Fill’d was the glassy cave. that. He hath fulfill’d. That I may see my dearest child. In a rich vineyard as the choicest plant. The routed sons of Greece should feel how much They need thine aid. him ne’er shall I behold.” To whom Achilles. in aged Peleus’ house. Actaea. while pitying thus she spoke: ”Why weeps my son? and what his cause of grief? Speak out.” She said. beside him stood His Goddess-mother. with her they went. of heroes chief! Like a young tree he throve: I tended him. flying to their ships.

whom to his home return’d Thou never more shalt see. Mourning thy son. Yet what avails it. that day When they consign’d thee to a mortal’s bed. Him have I lost: and Hector from his corpse Hath stripp’d those arms. which from the Gods Peleus receiv’d. Yet. And I. who fail’d to save My comrade slain! far from his native land He died. And Peleus had espous’d a mortal bride! For now is bitter grief for thee in store. in the heart of man Swelling. Yet will I school my angry spirit down. in debate. When Jove shall will it. spoke in passionate grief: ”Would I might die this hour. vanquish’d by my spear. prepar’d to meet my death. her tears o’erflowing.” To whom. nor the many Greeks Whom Hector’s hand hath slain. cumb’ring the ground: I. who ne’er again must see my home. Accurs’d of Gods and men be hateful strife And anger. From death not e’en the might of Hercules. By fate and Juno’s bitter wrath subdued. of him who slew My friend. Nor long shall Hector’s fate precede thine own. Thetis thus: ”E’en as thou sayst. lov’d him as my soul. since such my doom. But pass we that. and pay the price Of foul dishonour to Patroclus done. all this indeed hath Jove fulfill’d. A marvel to behold. a glorious gift. I too. nor would I wish To live. and move amid my fellow-men. have render’d aid. answ’ring. and th’ Immortals all. King of men. 289 . immortal fame will win.” Achilles. since my dearest friend Is slain. must lie in death. to others. Nor to Patroclus. those weighty. though still my heart be sore. such anger in my soul Hath Agamemnon kindled. who amid the Greeks no equal own In fight. my son. which to violence provokes E’en temp’rate souls: though sweeter be its taste Than dropping honey. thy term is short. Though best belov’d of Saturn’s son. How better were it. I yield. beauteous arms. I go. May lose his forfeit life. like smoke. In search of Hector now. Unless that Hector. ere I die. But idly here I sit. could fly.”Mother. sore needing my protecting arm. if thy lot had been Still ’mid the Ocean deities to dwell. Patroclus? whom I honour’d most Of all my comrades.

And groan in anguish. from her son she turn’d away. Thrice noble Hector. Sought by the feet to drag away the dead. For with to-morrow’s sun will I return With arms of heav’nly mould.” Whom answer’d thus the silver-footed Queen: ”True are thy words. for his doom is nigh. your tidings bear. A boon of dazzling armour for my son. clad in warlike might. But thou. Stood firm. till they reach’d Their vessels and the shore of Hellespont. shouting loud. son of Priam. While I to high Olympus speed.And from their delicate cheeks. my son. For close upon him follow’d horse and man. but backward not a step retir’d. 290 . by Vulcan wrought. thrice. deep-bosom’d dames. for bootless were thy speech. seek not from the war To stay my steps.” Thus saying. And turning. now rushing on He dash’d amid the fray. and good it is. the Trojans hold: Them Hector of the glancing helm himself Bears on his breast. bitter tears shall wipe. And Hector. fierce as flame. flashing arms. tumultuous uproar. The aged Ocean God. and to my father’s house. but thine arms. to her sister Nereids spoke: ”Back to the spacious bosom of the deep Retire ye now. while to high Olympus sped The silver-footed Goddess. then shall all men know How long I have been absent from the field. Until thine eyes again behold me here. seizing from behind. Nor had the well-greav’d Greets Achilles’ friend. though thou love me. exulting. and they beneath the ocean wave Descended. Yet. Cheering his friends. the Greeks meanwhile Before the warrior-slayer Hector fled With wild. Dardan and Trojan. fearless in his strength. And commendable.” She said. Patroclus. Then. engage not in the toils of war. the skill’d artificer. She to Olympus sped. now. to crave At Vulcan’s hand. Thy brazen. thence in hope To bear the dazzling armour to her son. from the stroke of death To save a worsted comrade. As from a carcase herdsmen strive in vain To scare a tawny lion. The two Ajaces drove him from his prey. from amid the fray withdrawn. yet not long Shall be his triumph. hunger-pinch’d.

Who longs to sever from the tender neck. Before the ships. Haply the Trojans may forsake the field. of th’ immortal Gods Who bade thee seek me. and to th’ Immortals all. and to boot My mother warn’d me not to arm for fight. by Juno sent. Toil-worn. And bade him don his arms. Save the broad shield of Ajax Telamon And he. Unknown to Jove. methinks. Till I again should see her. mail-clad warriors. and address’d him thus: ”Up. thy comrade’s head. But go thou forth. and all the Gods Who on Olympus’ snowy summit dwell. heav’nly Iris. thou prince of men! Haste to Patroclus’ rescue.” Whom answer’d thus Achilles.” To whom again Achilles. around. She stood beside him. and from above the ditch Appear before them. With mutual slaughter. amid the foremost ranks Ev’n now is fighting o’er Patroclus’ corpse. for she hop’d To bring me heav’nly arms by Vulcan wrought: Nor know I well whose armour I could wear.E’en so th’ Ajaces. for little pause has yet been theirs. And fix upon the spikes. whom.” Swift Iris said. and vanish’d. son of Peleus! up. deem it shame Patroclus’ corpse should glut the dogs of Troy. With endless fame. And now the body had he borne away. and this message bring?” To whom swift Iris thus: ”To thee I come By Juno sent. noble Hector chief. is wag’d a fearful war. th’ imperial wife of Jove. these the dead defending. daunted at the sight. Dishon’ring thee. but from Olympus’ height Came storm-swift Iris down to Peleus’ son. swift of foot: ”How in the battle toil can I engage? My arms are with the Trojans. Up then! delay no longer. then uprose 291 . And those to Ilium’s breezy heights intent To bear the body. if aught dishonour him. Unknown to Saturn’s son. swift of foot: ”Say. And breathing-time afford the sons of Greece.” Whom answer’d storm-swift Iris: ”Well we know Thy glorious arms are by the Trojans held. fail’d The son of Priam from the corpse to scare.

with them. when reappear’d Achilles. blaze frequent forth the beacon fires. And shouted loudly. beheld the flame Which. so brightly flash’d That fiery light around Achilles’ head. They quail’d in spirit. which hostile forces round Beleaguer. rememb’ring well His mother’s prudent counsel. his sagacious mind 292 . bore back the cars: Their charioteers. reluctant sank Th’ unwearied sun beneath the ocean wave. which calls to arms Some town. and pierc’d with deadly wounds: Him to the war with horses and with cars He sent. they met In council. around him stood His comrades mourning. His head encircling with a coronet Of golden cloud. Rang out the voice of great AEacides. dear to Jove. encompass’d round with hostile bands. as on his friend he gaz’d. Thrice shouted from the ditch the godlike chief. Peleus’ son. And on a litter laid. First Panthous’ son. Shedding hot tears. But when Achilles’ voice of brass they heard. But from the Greeks apart. Address’d th’ assembly. the sleek-skin’d steeds themselves. Clear as the trumpet’s sound. High rise the flames. but ne’er to welcome his return. while the Greeks. The sun had set. He left the wall. Thrice terror struck both Trojans and Allies. and to the dwellers round Their signal flash. from the battle long withdrawn. Laid on the bier. And fill’d with terror all the Trojan host. if haply o’er the sea May come the needful aid. As from an island city up to Heav’n The smoke ascends. By stag-ey’d Juno sent. and breath’d awhile the Greeks From the fierce labours of the balanc’d field. the sage Polydamas. there he stood. and stood above the ditch. none dar’d to sit. but when the sun Hath set. Conscious of coming ill. blaz’d Unquench’d around the head of Peleus’ son. For fear had fallen on all. and all day with cruel war From its own state cut off. Pallas join’d her voice. well pleas’d. kindled by the blue-ey’d Goddess. from the stubborn fight Retiring. from the chariots loos’d their steeds: But ere they shar’d the ev’ning meal. and Pallas threw Her tassell’d aegis o’er his shoulders broad.Achilles. Nor less the Trojans. And there and then beside their chariots fell Twelve of their bravest. all stood up. whence fiery flashes gleam’d. Patroclus’ body from the fray withdrew. dismay’d.

await. the other best in arms. for a while. To force an entrance. Gain we the city. ’twas easier far With th’ other Greeks to deal. purposeless. Our fight will be to guard our homes and wives. and folding doors Close join’d. excites my fear. my friends! my counsel is That we regain the city. and I rejoic’d When by the ships we pass’d the night. thy words Are such as grate unkindly on mine ear. from the ships advancing. While fiercely burn’d ’gainst Atreus’ godlike son That mighty warrior’s wrath. What? have ye not already long enough Been coop’d within the tow’rs? the wealth of Troy. The friend of Hector. Heav’n avert such fate! But if. I own Achilles. impetuous spirit will spurn the plain. The dogs of Troy upon his flesh shall feed. His prowess we shall know. Who thus with prudent speech began. born the selfsame night. Where Greeks and Trojans oft in warlike strife Their balanc’d strength exert. but at early morn If issuing forth in arms he find us here. nor the morn Here in the plain. for many a Trojan slain Shall feed the vultures. well-fitting.Alone beheld the future and the past. ambrosial night detains The son of Peleus. to Phrygian and Maeonian shores 293 . its gold. round the wall He offer battle. His proud. His strong-neck’d horses worn with labour vain In coursing. ye will by me be rul’d. shall in safety reach the walls Of sacred Troy. Who fain wouldst have us to the walls retire. trust me. though loth. shall our city guard: Then issuing forth in arms at early morn Man we the tow’rs. and lofty gates. so harder were his task If. in hopes We soon might call them ours.” To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm With stern regard: ”Polydamas. and said: ”Be well advis’d. flying. Its brass. beside the ships. around the town. or the town destroy. if he come forth. bootless to return. our hoarded treasures now Are gone. This night in council husband we our strength. and ere that end be gain’d. were once the common theme Of ev’ry tongue. but now. and happy he Who. Is not his aim. While tow’rs. so ’twere best. So far remov’d from our protecting walls. swift of foot. One in debate. Now.

Who all applauded Hector’s ill advice.For sale exported. And. Then set your watch. costly merchandise. Nor Thetis. But if indeed Achilles by the ships Hath reappear’d. by ranks. returning to my native land. and do as I advise: Share now the meal. here must earth retain my bones. Impartial Mars hath oft the slayer slain. None the sage counsel of Polydamas! Then through the camp they shar’d the ev’ning meal. But Jove fulfils not all that man designs: For us hath fate decreed. Let him divide them with the gen’ral crowd. Through many a mountain glen. throughout the host. 294 . hem in the Greeks. the Trojans cheer’d aloud: Fools. but his encounter meet: So he. the Myrmidons address’d: ”Vain was. crowded by the sea. Meantime the Greeks all night with tears and groans Bewail’d Patroclus: on his comrade’s breast Achilles laid his murder-dealing hands. And now. With grief and fury fill’d. But hear ye all. and each keep careful guard. alas! the promise which I gave. Shall be the suff’rer. Since on our city fell the wrath of Jove. Better that they should hold them than the Greeks: And with the morn. Too late arriving.” Thus Hector spoke. Which none will follow. nor will I allow. And whom his spoils o’erload. As when the hunters. he with anger chafes. Shall aged Peleus in his halls receive. And led with bitter groans the loud lament. Fool! put not thou these timid counsels forth. Nor me. in arms. shall gain immortal fame. Rich with his share of spoil from Troy o’erthrown. With bitter groans. so Peleus’ son. from the perilous strife I will not shrink. the hunters’ steps. Seeking the brave Menoetius to console. if so he choose. that here in Troy We two one soil should redden with our blood. Will we again awake the furious war. Have robb’d a bearded lion of his cubs. To bring to Opus back his gallant son. if perchance he may o’ertake. beside the ships. in the forest’s depth. if such there be. or I. himself. and by Pallas of their sense bereft. Then follows. when deep-designing Saturn’s son Such glory gives me as to gain the ships.

who hast stirr’d to war Achilles swift of foot. And weeping o’er thee shall deep-bosom’d dames. and kindled wood beneath. sped the silver-footed Queen. I am doom’d on earth Behind thee to remain. By double title chief of Goddesses. Around the bellying tripod rose the flames. thy haughty slayer’s. his sister and his wife. Then in fine linen they the body wrapp’d From head to feet. all of brass. Heating the bath. Thus Saturn’s son: ”At length thou hast thy will. and the wounds With fragrant ointments fill’d.But since. Immortal.” He said. First by my birth. mourn both night and day. and laid it on a couch. dread son of Saturn. intent On forming twenty tripods. To Juno then. Not work my vengeance on the Trojan race?” Such. till Hector’s arms. here I bring. Him swelt’ring at his forge she found. starlike bright. when wealthy towns Before our valour and our spears have fall’n. of nine years old. and bade his comrades on the fire An ample tripod place.” To whom in answer thus the stag-ey’d Queen: ”What words. which should stand 295 . among the Gods Unrivall’d. With water fill’d. Patroclus. All night around Achilles swift of foot The Myrmidons with tears Patroclus mourn’d. o’er all the Gods supreme. converse while they held. Trojan and Dardan. With lissom oils anointing. well might one deem These long-hair’d Greeks from thee deriv’d their birth. thy fun’ral rites I will not celebrate. Imperial Juno. then how should I. might so much effect Against his fellow-man. without delay To cleanse Patroclus from the bloody gore: They on the burning fire the tripod plac’d. and next because thy wife I boast me. The prizes of our toil. in vengeance of thy death. dost thou speak? E’en man. And on thy pyre twelve noble sons of Troy Will sacrifice. by Vulcan’s self Constructed. and inferior far To us in wisdom. thine. they wash’d the corpse. within the glitt’ring brass Soon as the water boil’d. to Vulcan’s house. Thou by our beaked ships till then must lie. And head. And cover’d over with a fair white sheet. though mortal.

and to rivet fast. who sav’d me once from woe. Unknown to God or man. When by my mother’s act from Heav’n I fell. address’d her thus: ”Say.” Whom answer’d thus the skill’d artificer: ”An honour’d and a venerated guest Our house contains. but not yet had fix’d The rich-wrought handles. Hid in a cave profound. A marvel to behold! thus far his work He had completed. Now to my house hath fair-hair’d Thetis come. then thus to Vulcan call’d: ”Haste hither. Charis. Thetis of the flowing robe. Fair. richly wrought. from old Oceanus Who drew her birth. Thetis asks thine aid. clasps. these his labour now Engag’d. Thetis and Eurynome. a footstool at her feet. for that I was crippled in my feet. And. 296 . While I my bellows and my tools lay by. my life preserv’d its tribute owes: Then thou the hospitable rites perform. She bade her sit. as she spoke. to fit them. To her. With golden wheels beneath he furnish’d each. belov’d And honour’d. And to th’ assembly of the Gods endued With pow’r to move spontaneous. Beheld her coming. but to those two Who sav’d me. and advanc’d to meet. Nine years with them I dwelt. Deem’d it not shame to hide me: hard had then My fortune been. That I may welcome thee with honour due. as her hand she clasp’d. and many a work I fashion’d there of metal. An unaccustom’d guest? but come thou in. where th’ ocean stream With ceaseless murmur foam’d and moan’d around. Eurynome.” He said. and return. Who. and collars fair. Vulcan. had not Eurynome And Thetis in their bosoms shelter’d me. and chains Of spiral coil. and as he limp’d along. While thus he exercis’d his practis’d skill. whence this visit to our house. the skilful artist’s wedded wife. The silver-footed Queen approach’d the house.” Thus. rich cups. the Goddess led her in. His tottering knees were bow’d beneath his weight.The wall surrounding of his well-built house. And on a seat with silver studs adorn’d. the ever-circling flood. and from the anvil rear’d upright His massive strength.

and took his weighty staff. his prize. and sees the light of day. of all the Goddesses who dwell On high Olympus. Then with a sponge his brows and lusty arms He wip’d. to soothe his grief. at the Monarch’s side. bent down By feeble age. There waited on their King the attendant maids.The bellows from the fire he next withdrew. Now adds he farther grief. if within my pow’r. 297 . And. as her hand he clasp’d. he granted me To bear. thus: ”Vulcan. whom he chose from all the sea-born nymphs. nor. of heroes chief. I endur’d a mortal’s bed. weeping. Then through the door with halting step he pass’d. lives there one whose soul Hath borne such weight of woe. His steps supporting. he. but wrought in gold. I tended him. a son. so many griefs. My presence can avail. And. him ne’er shall I receive. Then by the Trojans were the Greeks hemm’d in Beside their ships. with a num’rous band. In form as living maids. esteem it done. duteous. Pass’d to a gorgeous chair by Thetis’ side. And gave to Peleus. to battle sent His friend Patroclus. In a rich vineyard as the choicest plant: Till in the beaked ships I sent him forth To war with Troy. And strength. and skill from heav’nly teachers drawn. a girl. Instinct with consciousness. he now. lies helpless in his house. with voice endued. address’d her thus: ”Say. belov’d And honour’d. His subject. Thetis of the flowing robe. and sturdy neck and hairy chest. And in a silver casket plac’d his tools. and promis’d costly gifts. in aged Peleus’ house. and rear. in his armour clad. Returning home. He donn’d his robe. Great Agamemnon wrested from his arms: In grief and rage he pin’d his soul away. whence this visit to our house.” To whom in answer Thetis. He lives in sorrow. son of AEacus. with halting gait. E’en while he lives. These waited. As Saturn’s son hath heap’d on me alone? Me. Selected for him by the sons of Greece. Like a young tree he throve. But. An unaccustom’d guest? say what thy will. and from within their camp No outlet found. With his own hand to save them he refus’d. the Grecian Elders then Implor’d his aid. Though sore against my will.

And on its surface many a rare design Of curious art his practis’d skill had wrought. and tin.All day they fought before the Scaean gates. He bade them work. Thou wilt accord the boon of shield and helm. lies prostrate on the earth. and full-orb’d moon. And Arctos. I could defend him from the stroke of death. If to my son. through twenty pipes at once Forthwith they pour’d their diverse-temper’d blasts. And well-wrought greaves with silver clasps secur’d. In one were marriage pomp and revelry. whence a silver belt Depended. O’erwhelm’d with grief. and sky. through the streets 298 . who wheels on high His circling course. and to his forge return’d.” He left her thus. for his own.” Whom answer’d thus the skill’d artificer: ”Take comfort. After great deeds achiev’d. of five folds the shield was form’d. By Trojan hands subdued. And two fair populous towns were sculptur’d there. Sole star that never bathes in th’ ocean wave. his faithful friend. As I can undertake that his shall be Such arms as they shall marvel who behold. Now at his will. But in the van. And in that day had Ilium been destroy’d. Pleiads and Hyads. hath lost. nor let this disturb thy mind. The ever-circling sun. And brides. And all the signs that crown the vault of Heav’n. call’d the Wain. when his hour shall come. And first a shield he fashion’d. and Orion’s might. The bellows then directing to the fire. Priam’s son. in gay procession. vast and strong. Then on its stand his weighty anvil plac’d. and sea. bright-gleaming. Threefold. Now briskly seconding his eager haste. and as the work requir’d. Menoetius’ noble son. The stubborn brass. and precious gold. to early death condemn’d. Thereon were figur’d earth. Therefore a suppliant to thy knees I come. And crown’d with glory Hector. first he melted in the fire. and on Orion waits. and he. And breastplate. And silver. And with one hand the hammer’s pond’rous weight He wielded. With rich adornment. Would that as surely. while the other grasp’d the tongs. Apollo slew. circled with a rim.

While frequent rose the hymeneal song. Conspicuous shone. Admiring women on the pageant gaz’d. The terms rejecting. Youths whirl’d around in joyous dance. with sound Of flute and harp. and cutting off The herds. and with fast-stepping steeds 299 . asserting to have paid the whole. to the public one Appeal’d. By Mars and Pallas led. The heralds still’d the tumult of the crowd: On polish’d chairs. waving these. of lesser height the rest. to divide. About a death-fine. or among themselves Of all the wealth within the city stor’d An equal half. and apart They plac’d two spies. Enjoy’d the music of their past’ral pipes. down they lay.With blazing torches from their chambers borne. forth they went. where the shepherds drove Their flocks and herds to water. unsuspecting as they mov’d along. with noisy shouts Their several partisans encourag’d each. While one denied that he had aught receiv’d. in the midst Two talents lay of gold. which he should take Who should before them prove his righteous cause. Meanwhile a busy throng the forum fill’d: There between two a fierce contention rose. from afar discern’d. In arms refulgent. in their hands they held The loud-voic’d heralds’ sceptres. above the crowd For beauty and stature. They heard th’ alternate pleadings. to notify betimes Th’ approach of flocks of sheep and lowing herds. Before the second town two armies lay. sat The rev’rend Elders. wrought in gold. as ransom. in two shepherds’ charge. They on the booty. to destroy the town Th’ assailants threaten’d. These. In glitt’ring arms accoutred. Both were desirous that before the Judge The issue should be tried. Their comrades heard the tumult. and forthwith Sprang on their cars. Who. and fleecy flocks. on the walls they plac’d Women and children muster’d for defence. Sprang from their ambuscade. as befitting Gods. standing at their doors. ere long appear’d. these. But when the destin’d ambuscade was reach’d. the defenders mann’d A secret ambush. where they sat Before their sacred altars. in solemn circle. and. In golden arms array’d. And men by age enfeebled. their guardians slew. Beside the river.

beyond. in their arms Gather’d the bundles. and in order pil’d. and through it led One only path. who in her iron grasp One newly-wounded. rich in grain. fertile. and as each attain’d The limit of the field. of glossy black The bunches were. Though wrought in gold. Amid them. of shining tin. Where with sharp sickles reapers plied their task. rich. amid them. in silence stood The King. And deadly Fate. by which the bearers pass’d. To drag away the bodies of the slain. A little way remov’d. the heralds slew A sturdy ox. a darksome trench. one unwounded bore. hard by. while women mix’d. a miracle of art. in joyous spirits bright. Around. Thrice plough’d. would one advance. to fight. And there were figur’d Strife. and behind them boys In close attendance waiting. the trusses fell. And there was grav’n a wide-extended plain Of fallow land. The true presentment of a new-plough’d field. White barley porridge for the lab’rers’ meal. and to the end again Along the furrow cheerly drive his plough. and now beneath an oak Prepar’d the feast. A boy. and Tumult wild. they all with dance 300 .Pursued the plund’rers. And tender him a cup of gen’rous wine: Then would he turn. and o’ertook them soon. The binders. There too was grav’n a corn-field. And thick. staff in hand. Who gather’d in the vineyard’s bounteous store. there was grav’n A vineyard fair. from a clear-ton’d harp Drew lovely music. all gold. well his liquid voice The strings accompanied. And each at other hurl’d their brazen spears. rejoicing in the plenteous swathe. following close. 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. There on the river’s bank they met in arms. on silver poles sustain’d. And still behind them darker show’d the soil. And. the bundles tied: Three were the binders. mellow soil. where many ploughmen up and down Their teams were driving. There maids and youths. in even swathe. In woven baskets bore the luscious fruit. with rich clusters laden. a fence Was wrought.

by a babbling stream. the skilful artist’s hand had wrought With curious workmanship. turns A wheel. with vain attempt The herdsmen following closely. And spins it round. with fleecy flocks o’erspread. and pens. Fair. the lovely dance Survey’d. Well woven. held aloof. as he struck the lyre. And there the skilful artist’s hand had trac’d A pastaro broad. Of straight-horn’d cattle too a herd was grav’n. Was dragg’d along. bellowing loud. With gentle lowings. shining soft with fragrant oils. these shunn’d the lions’ jaws. Now whirl’d they round with nimble practis’d feet. And next. with crest of gold above. dazzling bright as flame of fire. Like that which Daedalus in Cnossus erst At fair-hair’d Ariadne’s bidding fram’d. And close around them baying. in the midst. to prove if true it run. from the cattle-yard. he forg’d A breastplate. while an honour’d Bard Sang. By nine swift dogs attended. around. In a fair glade. and tents. new fashion’d by his skilful hand. Now featly mov’d in well-beseeming ranks. slowly mov’d. A num’rous crowd. The shield completed. as when a potter. Bright youths and many-suitor’d maidens danc’d: In fair white linen these. a mazy dance. a weighty helmet for his head. The tough bull’s-hide they tore. and to the strain Two tumblers. in tunics those. and joyous shouts. 301 . There. There.And song harmonious join’d. then amid The foremost heifers sprang two lions fierce Upon the lordly bull: he. to the attack Cheer’d their swift dogs. Where quiv’ring reed-beds rustled. Four golden shepherds walk’d beside the herd. laying each on other’s wrists their hand. by dogs and youths pursued. richly wrought. As the gay bevy lightly tripp’d along. These with fair coronets were crown’d. were whirling round. seated. with fold. About the margin of the massive shield Was wrought the mighty strength of th’ ocean stream. delighted. while those With golden swords from silver belts were girt. too. Easy. Of gold and tin the heifers all were wrought: They to the pasture. and gorging lapp’d Th’ intestines and dark blood. vast and strong.

He addresses himself to his horses. bore The gift of Vulcan. though deep our grief. She preserves the body of his friend from corruption. Who o’er Patroclus hung in bitter grief. and commands him to assemble the army. by the order of Jupiter. and reproaches them with the death of Patroclus. and clasp’d his hand. by the advice of Ulysses. The skill’d artificer his works complete Before Achilles’ Goddess-mother laid: She. But thou these arms receive. his appearance described. Fairer than e’er on mortal breast were borne. and inspired to prophesy his fate. The hero obstinately refuses all repast. with fierce delight 302 . One of them is miraculously endued with voice. More fiery burn’d his wrath. since Heav’n hath doom’d his fall. Around him mourn’d his comrades. rushes with fury to the combat. He arms for the fight. With awe the Myrmidons beheld. to the ships returning. As Thetis. Minerva descends to strengthen him. The scene is on the sea-shore. The Goddess laid. the dead. nor dar’d Affront the sight: but as Achilles gaz’d. ARGUMENT THE RECONCILIATION OF ACHILLES AND AGAMEMNON. The presents are conveyed to the tent of Achilles: where Briseis laments over the body of Patroclus. BOOK XIX. well-fitting greaves of pliant tin. Here let him lie. darted swiftly down. loud rang the wondrous work. in the midst She stood.Then last. light diffus’d o’er Gods and men. to declare his resentment at an end. and gives himself up to lamentations for his friend. by Vulcan sent. Now morn in saffron robe. like a falcon. presents. from th’ ocean stream Ascending. and ceremonies on that occasion. there her son she found. as she spoke. The thirtieth day. from the snow-clad heights Of huge Olympus.” The arms before Achilles. Achilles is with great difficulty persuaded to refrain from the battle till the troops have refreshed themselves. Charg’d with the glitt’ring arms by Vulcan wrought. Thetis brings to her son the armour made by Vulcan. Agamemnon and Achilles are solemnly reconciled: the speeches. but the hero. not astonished by that prodigy. beneath his brows His eyes like lightning flash’d. as thus she spoke: ”Leave we. my son.

since heart-consuming strife Hath fiercely rag’d between us. When all the Greeks were closely throng’d around. Next follow’d Agamemnon. and valiant Diomed. Coon. Lest in his spear-inflicted wounds the flies May gender worms. for a girl. from the fight so long withdrawn. All to th’ assembly throng’d. disturb thy mind: I will myself the swarms of flies disperse. The steersmen. Two noble chiefs. Up rose Achilles swift of foot. life extinct. Against the monarch Agamemnon there. and put on thy might. and such as mortal man Could never forge. The leader of the host.He seiz’d the glorious gift: and when his soul Had feasted on the miracle of art. And. what hath been the gain To thee or me. yet crippled by their grievous wounds. The very stewards that serv’d the daily bread. call’d on all the chiefs. She in Patroclus’ nostrils. Appear’d. He also wounded. and desecrate the dead. To Thetis thus his winged words address’d: ”Mother. Still should his flesh be firm and fresh as now: But thou to council call the chiefs of Greece. to preserve His flesh. Ulysses sage. Who would to Heav’n had died by Dian’s shafts That day when from Lyrnessus’ captur’d town 303 . and said: ”Great son of Atreus. Then all who heretofore remain’d on board. Then arm thee quickly. corruption reach his flesh. King of men. the God hath giv’n me arms indeed. Worthy a God. That on the flesh of slaughter’d warriors prey: And should he here remain a year complete. red nectar and ambrosia pour’d. who the vessels’ rudders hold.” Her words with dauntless courage fill’d his breast. Along the ocean beach Achilles pass’d.” Whom answer’d thus the silver-footed Queen: ”Let not such fears. for Antenor’s son. when reappear’d Achilles. had stabb’d him in the stubborn fight. abjure thy wrath. And on the foremost seats their places took. Yet fear I for Menoetius’ noble son. I go to arm me straight. my son. And loudly shouting. Their halting steps supporting with their spears. two ministers of Mars.

but Jove. but o’er the heads of men. Not on the earth. that all may know. I my mind Will frankly open. Grecian Heroes. With blighting touch. and Fate. with lightest step she moves. methinks. not standing in the midst. while I in anger stood aloof. Oft hath this matter been by Greeks discuss’d. Will gladly rest his limbs. In error she involv’d. Still let us school our angry spirits down. ye among yourselves Impart the words I speak. baleful pow’r. And gloomy Erinnys. by hostile hands Subdued. to the Trojans once again oppos’d. Daughter of Jove. Great was the gain to Troy. do thou Muster to battle straight the long-hair’d Greeks. and though our hearts be sore. And I their frequent censure have incurr’d: Yet was not I the cause. the wisest deem’d of Gods and men. To Peleus’ son. and many hath caus’d to err. Thus to th’ assembly Agamemnon spoke: ”Friends. The words I speak. from the battle-field. Ministers of Mars.I bore her off? so had not many a Greek Bitten the bloody dust. nor interrupt. My wrath I here abjure. the promptings of my soul. that day I robb’d Achilles of his lawful prize. dread Ate. I may make trial if beside the ships They dare this night remain. it is not meet It burn for ever unappeas’d. Yet pass we that. 304 . And from his seat. E’en Jove. This day Lucina shall to light bring forth A child. who safe shall fly. What could I do? a Goddess all o’er-rul’d. who can speak That all may hear? the clearest voice must fail. In boastful tone amid the Gods he spoke: ’Hear all ye Gods. in this vast assembly. My spear escaping. who combin’d to throw A strong delusion o’er my mind. Will long retain the mem’ry of our feud. when Juno’s art By female stratagem the God deceiv’d. the future Lord of all around. For e’en to practis’d speakers hard the task: But.” He said: the well-greav’d Greeks rejoic’d to hear His wrath abjur’d by Peleus’ godlike son. Achilles. I ween. but Greeks. ’tis meet for all To lend a patient ear. That. Misleading all. and all ye Goddesses. but he. When one stands up to speak. When in well-girdled Thebes Alcmena lay In travail of the might of Hercules.

King of men. son of Sthenelus. she brought to light. or to withhold. But friendly reconcilement now I seek. Of mortal men. who trace to thee their blood. there.” Whom answer’d thus Achilles swift of foot: ”Most mighty Agamemnon. Olympian. though untimely born.’ She said. then thyself Uprouse thee. and Jove. The son of Perseus. The gifts thou deem’st befitting. the lightning’s Lord. for the wife Of Sthenelus. Back to my mind my former error came. from the starry Heav’n He flung her down. So. Whom. was sev’n months pregnant of a son. nor wilt fulfil thy word: Come now. She knew. While I prepare the gifts. Then Ate by the glossy locks he seiz’d In mighty wrath. Staying meanwhile Alcmena’s labour-pangs. Down from Olympus’ height she sped in haste To Argos of Achaia. if thou wilt. I bring thee news. though eager for the fray. ’tis for thee To give. issue of thy blood. whate’er of late [6] The sage Ulysses promis’d in thy tent: Or. Well worthy he to be the Argives’ King. Yet oft her fraud remember’d he with groans. Eurystheus.Of mortal men. His arm then whirling. When by Eurystheus’ hard commands he saw Condemn’d to servile tasks his noble son. That to Olympus and the starry Heav’n She never should return. swore A solemn oath. for Jove my judgment took away. swear a solemn oath That he shall be the Lord of all around. with deep deceit: ’Thou dost but feign. and excite the rest to arms. till from my ship My followers bring the gifts. this day a mighty man. who all misleads. Remain thou here awhile. oft as Hector of the glancing helm Beside the ships the Greeks to slaughter gave. to vex th’ affairs of men. And tender costly presents. but now at once 305 . the son of Perseus. And thus address’d him: ’Jove.’ She said: keen sorrow deeply pierc’d his soul. Who on this day shall be of woman born. but found his error soon.’ Whom answer’d Juno thus. the snare unseeing. and swore a solemn oath. I err’d. who trace to me their blood. that thou mayst see I make my offerings with no niggard hand. To Saturn’s son herself the tidings brought. Is born. By thee ordain’d to be the Argives’ King.

to swear. that he hath ne’er approach’d The fair Briseis’ bed. His spirit retains unbroken. 306 . King of men: ”Son of Laertes. Atrides. For none can wonder that insulting speech Should rouse the anger of a sceptred King. And ye. that thine honour due May nothing lack.” To whom thus Agamemnon. and bid prepare The morning meal. till both armies quit the field. Disperse then now the crowd. Yet are his limbs by slow degrees weigh’d down. Achilles. and accept his oath.Prepare we for the battle. as he moves. godlike chief. by the ships. Be thou propitious. for no little time Will last the struggle. And that thy heart within thee melt with joy: And there in full assembly let him swear A solemn oath. and the Gods With equal courage either side inspire: But bid them. first with food and wine refresh’d. Fasting from food. ’tis not meet On trivial pretexts here to waste our time. when the serried ranks Are once engag’d in conflict. Then at a sumptuous banquet in his tent Let him receive thee. nor held with her Such intercourse as man with woman holds. For none throughout the day till set of sun. I accept thy speech With cordial welcome: all that thou hast said Is well and wisely spoken. Scatt’ring with brazen spear the Trojan ranks. for the oath. Nor in the sight of Heav’n will be forsworn. and so. Yet fasting lead not forth the sons of Greece To fight the Trojans.” To whom in answer sage Ulysses thus: ”Brave as thou art. meantime to public view Let Agamemnon. display His costly gifts. All day maintains the combat with the foe. his knees Unable. Or idly loiter. with willing mind. much remains to do: Again be seen Achilles in the van. thou Shalt stand in sight of all men clear of blame. His spirit may still be eager for the fray. to bear his weight. of food and wine (Wherein are strength and courage) first partake. may bear the toils of war. that all the Greeks may see. But he who. and his limbs Unwearied. Himself by thirst and hunger worn. King of men. forget not man with man to fight. I am prepar’d. Let then Achilles here awhile remain.

who pierc’d with mortal wounds. if I might rule. How far. Should first with food and wine recruit out strength. My comrade slain. lies within my tent. Save carnage. I know: but thou must yield To me in counsel. Turn’d tow’rd the doorway. an ample feast prepare. and withal the women bring. thus: ”O son of Peleus. sage in council.” To whom Ulysses. These matters to some future time were best Deferr’d. And my experience greater far than thine: Then to my words incline a patient ear. thou surpassest me In deeds of arms. hath slain. to Achilles yesternight We promis’d. where the sword The bloodiest harvest reaps. The Greeks by fasting cannot mourn their dead. ye too remain. For day by day successive numbers fall.” Whom answer’d thus Achilles swift of foot: ”Most mighty Agamemnon. unwearied. Till then. Steeling our hearts. which. And we our solemn compact ratify. nor food nor drink shall pass my lips. King of men. and fasting. by Jove to vict’ry led. And we. Hector. noblest of the Greeks. and weeping but a day. But slaughter’d now they lie. whom cruel war has spar’d. while there he lies. whom Priam’s son. No thought have I for these or aught beside. Unfed. Dispenser. I would to battle lead the sons of Greece. Achilles. Until the presents from my tent be brought. Of rage less fiercely burning in my breast. the lightest crop Of slaughter is where Jove inclines the scale. And let Talthybius through the host seek out A boar. of human wars. Then. 307 . and bid them from my vessel bear The gifts. Then this command upon thyself I lay: That thou the noblest youths of all the Greeks Select. some hour of respite from the fight. girding on our arms. for my years are more. Men soonest weary of battle. Ye bid us take our food. and groans of dying men. the rest. Where were the respite then from ceaseless fast? Behoves us bury out of sight our dead. His mourning friends around. the livelong day Maintain the war. for sacrifice to Jove and Sol. Our shame aveng’d. at his will.Though eager for the fray. and at set of sun. blood. then let none Require a farther summons to the field.

Talthybius then To hoary Ocean’s depths the carcase threw.) but with united force Against the Trojans wake the furious war. To his own loss. and call’d on noble Nestor’s sons. against my will had torn 308 . and Earth. Talthybius stood. Creon’s son. my hand Hath fair Briseis touch’d. nor from my arms. thou highest. List’ning. twenty caldrons glitt’ring bright. or to love unchaste Soliciting. across the victim’s throat He drew the pitiless blade. Sev’n women too. the promis’d gifts. With voice of godlike pow’r. Furies! that never. Ulysses led the way. how dost thou lead astray Our human judgments! ne’er had Atreus’ son My bosom fill’d with wrath. And thus before th’ assembled Greeks he spoke: ”O Father Jove. Thoas. With whom. And Sun. then Achilles rose. decorous. well skill’d in household cares. may Heav’n With all the plagues afflict me. first of Gods. and Lycomedes.” Thus as he spoke. ever hanging at his side. Jove. and ye who vengeance wreak Beneath the earth on souls of men forsworn. Soon as the word was giv’n. And from the victim’s head the bristles shore. or otherwise. the work was done. On Meges. and with him brought Ten talents full of gold. th’ attendant youths The other presents bore. the eighth. to the monarch’s words.” He said. the fair Briseis came. Close by the scabbard of his mighty sword. While all around the Greeks in silence stood. As looking up to Heav’n he made his pray’r: ”Be witness. Meriones. by his side. Holding the victim: then Atrides drew The dagger. Phyleus’ son. Sev’n tripods brought they out. Twelve horses. but in my tent Still pure and undefil’d hath she remain’d: And if in this I be forsworn. Food for the fishes. And Melanippus. due to those Who sin by perjur’d oaths against the Gods. and in the midst Display’d before th’ assembly: then uprose The monarch Agamemnon.(And woe to him who loit’ring by the ships That summons hears. they together sought The mighty monarch Agamemnon’s tent. With hands uplifted then to Jove he pray’d.

Within the tent. the women join’d her wail: Patroclus’ death the pretext for their tears. She flung her down upon the corpse. Urging to eat. I bear. fair as golden Venus. whom with me one mother bore. My dearly lov’d ones. dearly lov’d of this sad heart! When last I left this tent. but he. thou Prince of men! So sorrow still. I left thee full Of healthy life. when Achilles swift of foot My husband slew. to whom my sire And honour’d mother gave me. anon renew the war. While to the drove the followers led the steeds. And. dear friends. on sorrow heap’d. but that the will of Jove To death predestin’d many a valiant Greek. thus the lovely woman wail’d: ”Patroclus. Of Peleus’ godlike son. and with a bitter cry. all were doom’d to death: Nor wouldst thou. and still endure. would you show your love. weeping. and there the women plac’d. Ask me not now with food or drink to appease Hunger or thirst. returning now. she spoke. th’ assembly he dismiss’d in haste. pierc’d with mortal wounds. amid the Myrmidons. and royal Mynes’ town In ruin laid. with groans. within the tent They laid them down. I beheld Slain with the sword before the city walls: Three brothers. 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. till set of sun Fasting will I remain. and tore Her breast. and beauteous cheeks. my ever-gentle friend!” Weeping. a load of bitter grief Weighs heavy on my soul. The husband of my youth. allow my tears to flow. and bore them to the ships. thyself. I weep thy death. Around Achilles throng’d the elder men. But each in secret wept her private griefs. saw Patroclus lying.The girl I lov’d. unconsol’d. then. I find Only thy lifeless corpse. Briseis.” This said. Upon the gifts the warlike Myrmidons Bestow’d their care. The crowd dispersing to their sev’ral ships. her delicate neck. And there. Now to the meal.” 309 . Wouldst give my marriage feast.

and with him wept The Elders. pitying. And aged Phoenix. and Ulysses sage. each to fond remembrance mov’d Of all that in his home himself had left. Or does Achilles claim no more thy care. ill-fated. saw their grief. Expecting day by day the messenger Who bears the mournful tidings of my death. For Peleus or to death.The other monarchs at his word withdrew: The two Atridae. Lives on in sorrow. dost thou a hero’s cause forsake. for love of thee. he on a foreign shore Is warring in that hateful Helen’s cause: No. Far from the plains of Argos. Who now in Phthia mourns. my slaves. And Nestor and Idomeneus remain’d. mightst my son convey From Scyros home. methinks. He heav’d a deep-drawn sigh. save in the bloody jaws Of battle would he take. bow’d by gloomy age. to divert his grief. My spoils. my godlike son. Return’d in safety. by mem’ry stirr’d. Who sits in sorrow by the high-prow’d ships. that here in Troy. Achilles spoke. His absent son. my lofty. spacious house. nor of his. or not far from death remov’d. I alone Was doom’d to die. My hope had been indeed. who now in Scyros’ isle Is growing up. and show him all my wealth. dearest friend. Not though I heard of aged Peleus’ death. before me plac’d. while I. Mourning his comrade slain? the others all 310 . Here in this tent with eager zeal prepar’d The tempting meal. as thus he spoke: ”How oft hast thou. and that to Phthia thou.” Weeping. with tender tears. e’en now Hath yielded. The son of Saturn. Young Neoptolemus. refrain: For ne’er shall I again such sorrow know. if yet indeed he live. From food and drink. But comfort none. whene’er the sons of Greece In haste would arm them for the bloody fray! Now liest thou there. And Pallas thus with winged words address’d: ”My child.

outpouring from the ships. reluctant. And breastplates firmly brac’d. in dazzling arms array’d. And nectar and ambrosia on his breast Distill’d. Far from their friends are o’er the waters driv’n. Then took his vast and weighty shield. but in his heart Was grief unbearable. So from Achilles’ shield. to know If well they fitted to his graceful limbs: Like wings. and. the light of fire. Thick as the snow-flakes that from Heav’n descend. First on his legs the well-wrought greaves he fix’d. the plumed helm Shone like a star. loud rang the tramp Of armed men: Achilles in the midst. as from out the ships they pour’d. The weighty helm he rais’d. His teeth were gnashing audibly. lest hunger should his strength subdue. which. 311 . Long. Drop nectar and ambrosia on his breast. high among the hills. Achilles she approach’d. his eye Blaz’d with. whence gleam’d A light refulgent as the full-orb’d moon. from its case he drew his father’s spear. Then all the arms Achilles prov’d. bright. with furious wrath He burn’d against the Trojans. Last. like the long-wing’d falcon. So thick. the work of Vulcan’s hand. Before the sky-born Boreas’ chilling blast. and o’er his shoulders flung His silver-studded sword. richly wrought. The godlike chief. And plac’d it on his head. with hunger lest he faint. the stream Of helmets polish’d bright.Partake the meal. Some shepherd kindles in his lonely fold: As they. Thick-set by Vulcan in the gleaming crest. while he from food abstains: Then haste thee. Back to her mighty Father’s ample house Returning.” His words fresh impulse gave to Pallas’ zeal: Down. and wav’d the hairs of gold. Thro’ the clear sky she swoop’d: and while the Greeks Arm’d for the fight. and laugh’d the Earth Beneath the brazen glare. with blade of brass. as he donn’d The heav’nly gifts. not one of all the Greeks. pond’rous. his breastplate next Around his chest. they seem’d to lift him from the ground. and ashen spears: Their brightness flash’d to Heav’n. tough. and bossy shields. The light was thrown. shrill of voice. by the stormy winds. Or as to seamen o’er the wave is borne The watchfire’s light. Fasten’d with silver clasps.

could poise that spear. with collars fair attach’d: Plac’d in their mouths the bits. but thy day of doom Is nigh at hand. reach’d the ground.None. till all his mane Down from th’ yokeband streaming. urg’d his fiery steeds. we this day again Will bear thee safely. save Achilles’ self.” He said. nor we shall cause thy death. His war-cry shouting. your charioteer. and Fate’s imperious pow’r. Achilles came. But Heav’n’s high will. why thus predict my coming fate? It ill beseems thee! well I know myself That I am fated here in Troy to die. With care Automedon and Alcimus The horses yok’d. great Achilles. till these Trojans from the field Before me fly. his farther speech the Furies stay’d. Achiev’d his death. with glancing feet: Bowing his head the while. but thou art doom’d To die. which to his sire. fair-hair’d Latona’s son. ARGUMENT. with speech endued: ”Yes. AND THE ACTS OF ACHILLES. When he shall quit the field. Deem’d swiftest of the winds.” To whom in answer from beneath the yoke Xanthus. The Trojans stripp’d Patroclus of his arms: The mighty God. by force combin’d of God and man. And loudly to his father’s steeds he call’d: ”Xanthus and Balius. Far from my home and parents. Our speed of foot may vie with Zephyr’s breeze. Nor leave him. By Juno. yet withal I cease not. array’d for war. now in other sort Back to the Grecian ranks in safety bear. noble progeny Of swift Podarge. nor lack of speed. the Centaur Chiron gave. the noble horse. as ye left Patroclus. The far-fam’d Pelian ash. and to the front. 312 . white-arm’d Queen. to be the bane Of mighty chiefs. By no default of ours. with shining lash in hand: Behind. THE BATTLE OF THE GODS. ”Xanthus. On Pelion’s summit fell’d. To whom in wrath Achilles swift of foot.” He said. and pass’d the reins Back to the well-built car: Automedon Sprang on the car. slain. In arms all glitt’ring as the gorgeous sun. and Hector’s vict’ry gain’d.

and is upon the point of killing Hector. Not one was absent. well thou know’st thyself For which I call’d ye. yet here will I Upon Olympus’ lofty ridge remain. by their beaked ships. The same day continues. but Apollo conveys him away in a cloud. But still they claim my care. answ’ring. After a long conversation. and thus the will of Jove enquir’d: ”Why. but now. serene. eager for the fray. Apollo encourages AEneas to meet Achilles. Since rous’d to fury by his comrade’s death. thus: ”The purpose. to Trojans or to Greeks. the rest. 313 . you. or grassy mead. as you list. they needs must die. not an hour Will they before the son of Peleus stand. the blaze of war. but AEneas is preserved by the assistance of Neptune. at the Cloud-compeller’s house arriv’d. Go. oppos’d. or shady grove. The terrors of the combat described when the deities are engaged. Achilles pursues the Trojans with a great slaughter. Achilles falls upon the rest of the Trojans. For if we leave Achilles thus alone To fight against the Trojans. nor of Nymphs. Which Vulcan’s cunning hand for Jove had built. Thence of the Rivers. And at your pleasure either party aid.” To whom the Cloud-compeller. the Trojan host. They dreaded him before. BOOK XX. Then Jove to Themis gave command to call The Gods to council from the lofty height Of many-ridg’d Olympus. Lord of lightning. But came from ocean’s depths. save Oceanus. There were they gather’d in th’ abode of Jove: Nor did th’ Earth-shaking Neptune slight the call. Stood on the sloping margin of the plain. Within the polish’d corridor reclin’d. The scene is in the field before Troy. And view. and in the midst He sat. it seems. calls a council of the gods and permits them to assist either party. The sons of Greece. to the house Of Jove she summon’d them from ev’ry side. Stood thus accoutred. Round thee. these two heroes encounter. true. who haunt Clear fount.Jupiter. Neptune. upon Achilles’ return to the battle. They. hast thou summon’d here The Gods to council? dost thou aught devise Touching the Greeks and Trojans? who e’en now Kindle anew. I fear. the combat. Achilles.

Dian. helpful God. exulting in his strength. hasten’d to the war: Juno and Pallas to the ships of Greece. Now shouting loud along the sounding beach. one while From Ilium’s topmost height. as Peleus’ godlike son they saw. as. While Vulcan met the mighty rolling stream. as with the tempest’s roar. and on feeble limbs sustain’d. Hermes. Mars to the Trojans shouted loud. For there to royal Neptune stood oppos’d Phoebus Apollo with his arrows keen. standing now Beside the deep-dug trench. And golden Phoebus with his locks unshorn. and quenchless battle rous’d: The Gods. Th’ immortal Gods unchain’d the angry war. High rose the Grecian vaunts. The spring-abounding Ida quak’d and rock’d From her firm basis to her loftiest peak. Thunder’d on high the Sire of Gods and men With awful din. In arms all-glitt’ring. To mortals and Immortals should lay bare His dark and drear abode. long withdrawn. Thus. With them th’ Earth-shaker. Pluto. Archer-Queen. and lofty mountain tops. Latona too.” Thus Saturn’s son. springing from his throne. Then Pallas rais’d her war-cry. And. of Gods abhorr’d. and Dian. To Juno. either side exciting to the fray. fierce as blood-stain’d Mars. golden-shafted Queen. The blue-ey’d Pallas to the God of War. without the wall. and the ships of Greece. cried out in fear. And Vulcan too. Yet halting. Lest Neptune. divided. for cunning subtleties unmatch’d. and Venus. heard alarm’d. Mars of the glancing helm took part with Troy. Stout Hermes. laughter-loving dame. heav’nly Archeress. th’ infernal monarch. Latona fac’d. On th’ other side. o’erhanging Simois’ stream. Achilles on the field again appear’d: And ev’ry Trojan’s limbs with terror quak’d. But when th’ Immortals mingled in the throng. 314 . breaking through the solid earth. anon again From the fair hill. and the helpful God. And Troy’s proud city. Xanthus.He e’en in fate’s despite may storm the wall. While from the fight of men the Gods abstain’d. while Neptune shook beneath The boundless earth. Sister of Phoebus. Trembling. Then furious wax’d the spirit-stirring strife. Such was the shock when Gods in battle met.

On then with dauntless spear. do thou too to th’ immortal Gods Address thy pray’r. child of Jove. Where are the vaunts. And. Apollo.” His words with courage fill’d the hero’s breast. By Pallas aided. The other to the aged Ocean God. And fill’d with courage high. who before him moves. O’er me no easy triumph should he gain. son of Jove: ”Brave chief. Else had I fall’n beneath Achilles’ hand. urge me to contend. son of Priam. 315 . men say that thou art sprung From Venus. Thus Gods encounter’d Gods: Achilles’ soul Meantime was burning ’mid the throng to meet Hector. Light of his life. the spirit-stirring God. Priam’s son. endowing. the son of Priam. me Jove preserv’d. Whom still some God attends. one born to Jove. which o’er the wine-cup late Thou mad’st amid th’ assembled chiefs of Troy. to the mark his spear Unerring flies. Against my will. And fled before his spear. the voice Assuming of Lycaon. and guides his brazen spear Trojans and Leleges alike to slay. uncheck’d until it pierce A warrior’s breast. And on he sprang. the chief address’d: ”AEneas. To meet Achilles. nor be dismay’d By his high tone and vaunting menaces. When on our herds he fell. Lyrnessus then He raz’d. With strength. in dazzling arms arrayed. Apollo then. with Peleus’ mighty son? Not for the first time should I now engage Achilles swift of foot: I met him once. on Ida’s hill. ’Tis not in mortal man with him to fight. all brass-clad as he is.Xanthus by Gods.” To whom the King Apollo. son of Jove. e’en unaided. AEneas mov’d Achilles to confront. his mother owns A humbler origin. through the press of men. That hand to hand thou wouldst Achilles meet?” To whom AEneas thus in answer spoke: ”Why. yet if the Gods the scale Impartial held. But not unmark’d of white-arm’d Juno pass’d. prince and councillor of Troy. and Pedasus. with whose blood He long’d to glut th’ insatiate Lord of War. and guards from harm. and thus. and with speed of foot. by men Scamander call’d.

shall we. thine anger carry not too far. to meet in fight The son of Peleus. Subdued perforce by our victorious hands.” The dark-hair’d monarch spoke.” To whom Earth-shaking Neptune thus replied: ”Juno. to join the battle. With Pallas’ aid. Or stay Achilles. by fate decreed. by whose aid The Trojans yet maintain defensive war? Therefore. To mortals left. On th’ other side. Should Mars or Phoebus then begin the fight. and those how pow’rless. from the field Retiring. In dazzling arms array’d. though the time shall come For him to meet the doom. Phoebus sends him forth. upon the fair hill’s brow. each facing each With hostile counsels. Then in the contest we too may engage. When at his birth his thread of life was spun. to retreat Perforce constrain him? or shall one of us Beside Achilles stand. Not with my consent Shall we. And soon. and know himself By all the mightiest of th’ immortal Gods Belov’d. there Neptune sat. But if Achilles from a voice divine Receive not this assurance. in presence visible. yet reluctant both 316 . the Synod of the Gods. for godlike Hercules. methinks. a God. Within whose circle he might safety seek. that in this day’s fight No ill befall him.Who thus address’d the Gods. Say. came we all From high Olympus. to council call’d: ”Neptune and Pallas both. and give him strength That he may nothing lack. but rather. the turmoil of the war. AEneas comes. It ill beseems thee. if haply to some God He find himself oppos’d: ’tis hard for man To meet. and his arm restrain. Driv’n from the field. let us from on high survey. When from the beach the monster of the deep Might chase him toward the plain. then. the stronger far. provoke to arms The other Gods. the other Gods. he may well Be struck with fear. Phoebus with Mars the fort-destroyer sat. will they be fain to join. a veil of cloud Impenetrable around their shoulders spread. by Trojans built of old. bethink ye well What now should be our course. encount’ring. On either side they sat. And with him. and led the way To the high wall.

And frothing fangs. the fairest of the land. E’en if thou slay me. if some hunter he may slay. His breast too narrow for his mighty heart. Hast thou forgotten how amid thy herds Alone I found thee. with gaping jaws. assail’d and took: Their women thence. th’ united strength Of the rous’d village. both hosts between. Eager for fight. collecting for the spring. but in the midst. and with flying foot Pursued thee down the steep of Ida’s hill? Nor didst thou dare to turn. began: ”AEneas. Orchard or corn-land. he unheeding moves At first. as to the battle-shock They rush’d. swift of foot. Proudly pre-eminent. Him met Achilles from th’ opposing ranks. Fierce as a rav’ning lion. and pois’d his brazen spear. Lyrnessus I. thee from death. I bore away. their days of freedom lost. Thou to Lyrnessus fledd’st. with glaring eyes He dashes. Anchises’ son AEneas. the signal gave. in pride of strength. Till Jove. AEneas first with threat’ning mien advanc’d. before his breast His shield he bore. Or have the Trojans set apart for thee Some favour’d spot. The brazen gleam illumin’d. shouldst thou work my death. Then all the plain. too hard a task? Already hast thou fled before my spear. with men and horses throng’d. 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. With Pallas’ aid and Jove’s. deem not to obtain Such boon from Priam. my captives. stood forth two warriors bold. whom to slay Pour forth the stalwart youths. Which thou shalt find. Or in the foremost rank himself be slain. enthron’d on high. So mov’d his dauntless spirit Peleus’ son AEneas to confront. Thus first Achilles. and Achilles’ godlike might. And he not weak. he turns. 317 . but wounded by a jav’lin thrown By some bold youth. or pause in flight. Nodding his pond’rous helm. I trust. as though to rouse his utmost rage. rang the earth Beneath their feet. Then on. but bears a constant mind. when near they came. And with his tail he lashes both his flanks And sides. valiant sons are his.To take th’ initiative of ruthless war.

to the gen’ral throng That thou withdraw. Them Boreas. and learn The race I spring from. Him. ’tis said. not unknown to men. To daunt with lofty speech. Ere sacred Ilium. Rejoicing with their foals. nor thine to me are known. the wealthiest of the sons of men. Each other’s race and parents well we know From tales of ancient days. The fairest he of all the sons of men. I too could well With cutting words. of cloud-compelling Jove Begotten.” To whom in answer thus AEneas spoke: ”Achilles. nor stand to me oppos’d: After th’ event may e’en a fool be wise. answer thee. three noble sons were his. nor broke the haulm. Was founded on the plain. as yet they dwelt On spring-abounding Ida’s lowest spurs. Laomedon. By Dardanus. Ilus. was Dardania peopled first. o’er the teeming corn-fields as they flew. 318 . then I warn thee. Heav’n-descended chief. wast born Of Thetis. and amid the herd In likeness of a coal-black steed appear’d. plant of Mars. Tithonus he. since not with empty words Shall thou and I from mortal combat part. o’er wide Ocean’s bosom as they flew. while ’tis time. Their succour. three thousand mares. and Priam.Jove and the other Gods defended then. although by sight Nor mine to thee. though such thy hope. These. bore the Gods away. To Dardanus was Erichthonius born. Of great Anchises. But will not now bestow. in the pasture where they fed. To noble Peleus thou. Of these shall one or other have this day To mourn their son. Lampus and Icetaon. And dwell amid th’ Immortals: Ilus next Begot a noble son. Beheld. Skimm’d o’er the topmost spray of th’ hoary sea Again. for his beauty. Twelve foals. think not me. And. Clytius. by him conceiving. For him were pastur’d in the marshy mead. as though a fool. and Ganymede. they produc’d. To minister as cup-bearer to Jove. I boast me sprung. populous city of men. and insult. to Erichthonius Tros was born. Skimm’d o’er the standing ears. enamour’d. fair-hair’d daughter of the sea. Ere ill betide thee. Assaracus. The King of Troy. But if thou farther wouldst enquire. to him by Venus borne. Great King.

the gift of Heav’n.Capys. For glibly runs the tongue. as o’er his head He held his shield. And in opprobrious terms their anger vent. begotten of Assaracus. And at arm’s length Achilles held the shield With his broad hand. Terms of reproach we both might find. loud rang the weapon’s point. in fear. Wide is the range of language. But Jove. quiv’ring. Blind fool! forgetful that the glorious gifts Bestow’d by Gods. Such is my race. Nor yield before th’ assaults of mortal men. So broke not through AEneas’ sturdy spear. where thinnest lay the brass. in fear that through its folds AEneas’ spear would easy passage find. for so their rage suggests. What need that we should insults interchange? Like women. in fear he stood. to mortals valour gives Or minishes. Till we have met in arms. another may return. sharpest pain Flashing across his eyes. like babbling fools. and hurl’d against the mighty shield His brazen spear. then try we now Each other’s prowess with our brazen spears. to prate Here in the centre of the coming fight. at will. stood. And struck the circle of AEneas’ shield Near the first rim. are not with ease o’ercome. but three remain’d. and Anchises me: To Priam godlike Hector owes his birth. some false. and such the blood I boast. Scolding and brawling in the public street. which stay’d the brazen spear. For five were in the shield by Vulcan wrought. the inner two of tin. and can at will Give utt’rance to discourse in ev’ry vein. 319 . who some paltry quarrel wage. Two were of brass. right through The Pelian shaft was driv’n.” He said. and such words As one may speak. And in the ground. Then cease we now. Begot Anchises. And thinnest too th’ o’erlying hide. Escap’d the pond’rous weapon. Some true. behind him. And one of gold. whose weight Would sink a galley of a hundred oars. for he is Lord of all. AEneas crouch’d. wide gap’d the shield. Yet through two plates it pass’d. the eager weapon pass’d Through both the circles of his ample shield. With words thou shalt not turn me from the field. Achilles threw in turn his pond’rous spear. Stay’d by the golden plate.

Though to devouring flames a prey. or leave to fall. insensate. By Saturn’s son the best-belov’d of all His sons. the guilt of others rue? Who still his grateful sacrifice hath paid To all the Gods in wide-spread Heav’n who dwell. Which scarce two men. struck Achilles. But o’er the Trojans shall AEneas reign. Let us then interpose to guard his life. yet nought shall he avail From death to save him. and lifting up AEneas. With fearful shout. from the earth Should perish quite the race of Dardanus.” Whom answer’d thus the stag-ey’d Queen of Heav’n: ”Neptune. lest. and himself Had by the sword of Peleus’ son been slain. Blameless himself. Achilles rush’d. who relied On Phoebus’ words. unaided. to him by mortal women born. O’er many a rank of warriors and of cars 320 . Or on the helmet. could bear. Then had AEneas. lifted it with ease. and thro’ the fight he pass’d. Yet oh why should he. a mighty mass. or the shield.So close the spear had pass’d him. Lest. onward then. Drawing his trenchant blade. until he came Where great Achilles and AEneas stood. For Jove the race of Priam hath abhorr’d. by Achilles slain. then from AEneas’ shield The brass-tipp’d spear withdrawing. by repeated oaths. for his destiny Would have him live. Had not th’ Earth-shaking God his peril seen. But he. woe is me for great AEneas’ sake. Who. bore him high above the ground. with the massive stone. Good as he is. heirless. Around the eyes of Peleus’ son he spread A veil of mist. do thou determine for thyself AEneas to withdraw. must visit soon The viewless shades. And to th’ Immortals thus address’d his speech: ”Oh.” Th’ Earth-shaker heard. laid it down Before Achilles’ feet. as men are now. a rocky fragment then AEneas lifted up. And his sons’ sons. Both I and Pallas. beneath Achilles’ sword. all Troy Were blazing. through ages yet unborn. if Achilles slay him. Ne’er from his doom one Trojan life to save. And through the throng of spears. But we before th’ immortal Gods are bound. his death Averting. Saturn’s son Be mov’d to anger. kindled by the valiant Greeks.

not a jot will I relax. Let me some other Trojan’s mettle prove. Could face. I too in words could with the Gods contend. valiant Greeks. But when Achilles hath to fate succumb’d. e’en despite of fate. Though not in arms. 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. Who comes within the compass of my spear. such a mighty mass. fearless. and dearer to the Gods? If e’er he cross thy path. and nobly dare the fight. Right through the ranks I mean to force my way. and strength May profit. and vanquish. though vain I deem’d his boast. 321 . There to AEneas. but man to man Confront the foe. to contend. thou find thy death. and to fight with all: Not Mars. AEneas there he left.” Thus he. standing by his side. A curse go with him! yet methinks not soon Will he again presume to prove my might. ’Twere hard for me. To face such numbers. what marvel do mine eyes behold? My spear before me laid. ”Ye valiant Trojans. No longer stand aloof. But what my single arm. And small shall be that Trojan’s cause for joy. Who gladly now in flight escapes from death.” Then tow’rd the ranks he sprang. Th’ Earth-shaker thus his winged words address’d: ”AEneas. arming for the war. brave warrior though I be. Where stood the Caucons. Lest. Thy stronger far. exhorting. do thou retire. so much the stronger they. nor Pallas. with assurance giv’n That he himself Achilles would confront. supported by the God. though immortal Gods. each sev’ral man Exhorting: ”From the Trojans. fear not Peleus’ son. Then.” Thus plainly warn’d. with the foremost join the fray: No other Greek shall bear away thy spoils. Till to the field’s extremest verge he came. As thus he commun’d with his mighty heart: ”O Heav’n. Then. Hector cheering on Meanwhile the Trojans. reckless. say what God has mov’d thee thus Against Achilles. he with eyes wide open gaz’d. Then from Achilles’ eyes he purg’d the film: Astonish’d. to the valiant Greeks my orders giv’n.AEneas flew. and feet.

Nor check’d the brazen helm the spear.” He said. lie thou there. Iphition. by sturdy youths to th’ altar dragg’d Of Neptune. A helpful aid in war.” Thus he. 322 . forbear Achilles to defy. and by Hermus’ eddying flood. In Hyde’s fertile vale. thrown from far.” Thus he. Fulfilling some. With fearful shouts. from the mingling hosts Loud rose the clamour. Then through the neck Hippodamas he smote. Flying before him. there hadst thou thine heritage Of old. Far from thy place of birth. thund’ring he fell. beside the fish-abounding stream Of Hyllus. mounted on his car. The head was cleft in twain. At him. Antenor’s son. here thou find’st thy death. beneath the feet Of snow-clad Tmolus. Or with the sword in combat hand to hand. then at Hector’s side Apollo stood. though his hands were hands of fire. Him will I Encounter. first he slew Otryntes’ son. thro’ the brass-bound helm. breathing out his soul. And o’er him thus Achilles made his boast: ”Son of Otryntes. with uplifted spears Advanc’d the Trojans. his mangled corpse Was crush’d beneath the Grecian chariot wheels. in others he shall fail. Pierc’d thro’ the temples. as on he rush’d. Lest with the spear he slay thee. he fell. that all the brain Was shatter’d. whose point Went crashing through the bone. Achilles hurl’d. beside the lake Gygaean. as groans A bull. King divine of Helice. exhorting. Of fire his hands. Then.Not all his words Achilles shall make good. to Otryntes bore. amid the Trojans sprang. his strength as burnish’d steel. onward as he rush’d. Hector amid the throng of men withdrew. girt with might. and troubled by the heav’nly voice. and thus address’d the chief: ”Hector. exulting: o’er Iphition’s eyes Were spread the shades of death. His course midway arrested. him a Naiad nymph. Deep groan’d he. valiant chief Of num’rous warriors. In the first shock. Achilles. And through his forehead drove his glitt’ring spear. And ’mid the crowd withdraw thee from the fray. of men The most vain-glorious. Demoleon next he smote.

with fearful shout. in the foremost ranks His speed displaying. and I know Myself to thee inferior. well pleas’d. cost him now his life. and quickly meet thy doom of death.) veil’d in thickest cloud. Him. hurl’d his pond’rous spear. where met The golden clasps that held the glitt’ring belt. its sharpness prov’d. and. To daunt with lofty speech. E’en with such groans his noble spirit fled. he fell upon his knees. and I. Which from Achilles Pallas turn’d aside With lightest breath. nor each the other shun. flashing fire. As though a fool and ignorant of war. And laid before his feet. Unterrified: ”Achilles. think not me. dark clouds O’erspread his eyes. if such their will.Th’ Earth-shaking God. I too could well With cutting words and insult answer thee. Whose youthful folly. with my spear may reach thy life: My point too hath. Upon the pass of war not long shall we Stand separate. When Hector saw his brother Polydore Writhing in death. Who slew my lov’d companion: now. Onward Achilles rush’d. And where the breastplate form’d a double guard: Right through his body pass’d the weapon’s point. But Phoebus Hector from the field convey’d. the gift receives. Groaning. I know thee strong and valiant. But sprang to meet Achilles. 323 . and back to Hector sent. supporting with his hand His wounded bowels. The weaker. on the ground he writh’d. as he darted by. at sight of him Up leap’d Achilles. Achilles’ spear Struck through the centre of the back. him his aged sire Would fain have kept at home. (As Gods can only. The godlike Polydore he next assail’d. intent to slay. and exulting cried: ”Lo. a mist o’erspread his eyes Nor longer could he bear to stand aloof.” He said. here the man who most hath wrung my soul. poising. of all his sons At once the youngest and the best-belov’d. Among them all for speed of foot unmatch’d.” To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm.” Then. ere now. The son of Priam. but th’ event Is with the Gods. to godlike Hector thus: ”Draw near. His keen spear brandishing. with stern glance. methinks.

hast thou escap’d. and rig’rous fate. as from out the wound His liver dropp’d. Next. vile hound. and would his pray’r prefer. if a guardian God I too may claim. But when. With death in prospect. the darkling shades Of death. The sons of Bias next. from the spine’s dissever’d joints The marrow flow’d. Him through the waist he struck. stout and tall. His onset made. both head And helmet. One with the spear. as stretch’d in dust he lay. When I shall end thee. Son of Agenor. his eyes o’erspread. For not of temper soft. Tros too he slew. in pity of his youth: Little he knew how vain would be his pray’r. then rushing on Dealt with his mighty sword the mortal blow. And check’d his forward course. Laogonus And Dardanus. The hot blood dy’d the blade. and darkness clos’d his eyes. Phoebus. but thee thy God hath sav’d. the brazen spear 324 . And stretch’d him at his feet. and pass’d him by. nor mild of mood Was he. where the tendons bind the elbow-joint. and embrace his knees. meanwhile. and flung afar. and disabled arm He stood. who came To meet him. and his hilted sword Full on the centre of his head let fall. Thy doom was nigh. Then through the ear Mulius he thrust. Well mayst thou pray! We yet shall meet again. with pow’r as of a God. in fury thus he cried: ”Yet once again. but sternly fierce. with brazen spear. he hurl’d from off their car. thrice struck the misty cloud. till on his neck Achilles’ sword Descending. Gash’d through the liver. shar’d. Rigmus. The noble son of Peireus next he slew.” He said. he made His fourth essay. and as he knelt And clasp’d his knees. Alastor’s son.Thrice Peleus’ godlike son. And others seek on whom my hap may light. As ebb’d his life away. Echeclus next he met. the dark blood gushing forth His bosom fill’d. who came from Thracia’s fertile plains. Demuchus. at th’ other ear came forth The brazen point. Achilles clove him with his mighty sword. The brazen spear transfix’d Deucalion’s arm. and drove through Dryops’ neck his spear. from thee I turn. Next with his spear he struck below the knee Philetor’s son. amid the clash of spears. and one by sword-stroke slain. and pray To spare his life. to whom.

together yok’d. and fiercely burns The copse-wood dry. and is conveyed away in a cloud by Apollo: who (to delude Achilles) takes upon him Agenor’s shape. So fierce Achilles raged. BOOK XXI. o’er bodies of the slain And broken bucklers trampling. reek’d the earth with blood. hurl’d him to the ground. others to the river Scamander. and drives the rest into Troy. ARGUMENT. by the instigation of Juno. Two sturdy-fronted steers. The startled steeds in wild confusion thrown. the other gods engage each other. So by Achilles driv’n. Agenor only makes a stand. As rage the fires amid the wooded glen Of some parch’d mountain’s side. And as Areithous.Plung’d in his bowels. Achilles through the neck His sharp spear thrusting. and the rails Around the car. all beneath Was plash’d with blood the axle. takes twelve captives alive. 325 . The scene is on the banks and in the stream of Scamander. gives the Trojans an opportunity of retiring into their city. at length Vulcan. Neptune and Pallas assist the hero. as from the horses’ feet And from the felloes of the wheels were thrown The bloody gouts. beneath their feet Fast flies the grain out-trodden from the husk. The same day continues. born of immortal Jove. Meanwhile Achilles continues the slaughter. almost dries up the river. and while he pursues him in that disguise. and kills Lycaon and Asteropaeus. Simois joins Scamander. deeply dyed With gore and carnage his unconquer’d hands. his charioteer. while eddying here and there The flames are whirl’d before the gusty wind. His horses turn’d. Panting for added triumphs. from the car he fell. slaught’ring. This combat ended. The Trojans fly before Achilles. Fair-flowing stream. and onward still he press’d. some towards the town. Tread the white barley out. THE BATTLE IN THE RIVER SCAMANDER. his flying steeds His chariot bore. to sacrifice to the shade of Patroclus. on ev’ry side Pursuing. Scamander attacks him with all his waves. he falls upon the latter with great slaughter. But when they came to eddying Xanthus’ ford. As when upon a well-roll’d threshing-floor.

Priam’s son. He dragg’d twelve youths. from the stream. fled amain. they cow’r Amid the waters. Their hands secur’d behind them with the belts Which o’er their shirts of twisted mail they wore. Part driving tow’rd the city. a God in pow’r. So crouch’d the Trojans in the mighty stream Beneath the banks.Achilles cut in twain the flying host. swam. here and there. terror-struck. As when. And from his father’s vineyard captive borne: Where. And bade his comrades lead them to the ships. then fearful rose the groans of men Slain with the sword. whose forfeit lives should be The bloody fine for slain Patroclus paid. they rush’d. unlook’d-for ill O’ertook him in the form of Peleus’ son. to form his chariot rail. Helpless from fear. him once before He by a nightly onslaught had surpris’d. crowd The shoal recesses of some open bay. On. athirst for blood. he brought them forth. with the eddies wildly struggling. but Juno spread. 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. as he cut. Then on again he dash’d. flying from the stream. Arm’d with his sword alone. on savage deeds intent. Thence in his ship to Lemnos’ thriving isle 326 . The banks around re-echoed. A fig-tree’s tender shoots. Where on the former day the routed Greeks. To baffle their retreat. for whom he catches he devours. alive. of Xanthus chok’d. The deeply-whirling stream. as th’ insatiate flames advance. as fawns. pursued by fire. o’er the plain. As fishes. And. a hov’ring swarm Of locusts riverward direct their flight. by Achilles driv’n. flying from a dolphin. When Hector rag’d victorious. His spear amid the tamarisks on the bank The hero left. and when at length his hand Wearied of slaughter. right and left He smote. so a mingled mass Of men and horses. And first encounter’d. They. In fear. Lycaon. the stream ran red with blood. He sprang amid the torrent. before their path.

but to slav’ry sold In Lemnos’ isle. He. As he with winged words. with his friends He spent. he fled. with his mighty heart: ”Ye Gods. From him. the pointed spear. ran beneath. and to Arisba sent: Escaping thence. for longingly he sought Escape from bitter death and evil fate. Far from my sire and friends.He bore him. Eetion. as from the stream.” Thus. This day is but the twelfth. His Imbrian host. that day. return’d from Lemnos: fate. rejoicing. At thrice so much I now would buy my life. in Lemnos’ isle. set him free With lib’ral gifts. stooping. He commun’d. he reach’d his native home. in act to strike. the other held. to receive his death. this fellow hath return’d. spoke: ”I clasp thy knees. ransom’d there by Jason’s son. Thy captive I became. Twelve days save one. Achilles rais’d his spear. sorely tried By lengthen’d suffering. With unrelaxing grasp. surely by the wrath of Jove 327 . Which many a man against his will hath stay’d: Now shall he taste my spear. since. a suppliant’s sacred claim: For in thy tent I first broke bread. Since. And in the earth was fix’d: one suppliant hand Achilles’ knees embrac’d. death escaping. imploring. No spear in hand. and would fain have clasp’d The Hero’s knees. Above his back the murd’rous weapon pass’d. in my father’s fruitful vineyard seiz’d. Despite the hoary sea’s impediment. Him when Achilles. All flung in haste away. When. of helm and shield bereft. to slav’ry sold. he mus’d. and recognize. beheld. and clasp’d his knees. Illustrious chief. which e’en the strongest holds. that I may see If thence too he return. but all aghast Approach’d Lycaon. swift of foot. wrathful. what marvel do mine eyes behold! Methinks the valiant Trojans slain by me Ere long will from the realms of darkness rise. and faint with toil. the twelfth. Achilles! look then down With pity on my woes. reluctant. as he stood. Now to thy hands once more my cruel fate Consigns me. or if the earth May keep him safe. back to Troy I came. A hundred oxen were my ransom then. Again consign’d him to Achilles’ hands. Reeking with sweat.

who shall cleanse. dragging by the feet.Pursued. To spare the Trojans still my soul inclin’d. Achilles threw In the mid stream. Me too thou see’st. Thou too. thy gory wounds: O’er thee. or noon. Him. with both his hands Uprais’d. But from henceforth. And weigh it in thy mind. Who slew thy comrade. And on his neck beside the collar-bone Let fall his trenchant sword. Old Altes’ daughter. the spear Or arrow from the bow may reach my life. doom’d to early death. least of all A son of Priam. at morn. my mother bore. my friend. Since evil fate hath plac’d me in thy hands. how stalwart. and Goddess-mother born: Yet must I yield to death and stubborn fate. must die: why vainly wail? Dead is Patroclus too. and dyed the ground. shall escape the death. Already one. tall. Forth gush’d the crimson blood. Me. But stern the answer fell upon his ear: ”Thou fool! no more to me of ransom prate! Before Patroclus met the doom of death. Of noble sire. thy better far. And many captives. the godlike Polydore. extended on thy bier. prone on the earth he lay. shall rise No mother’s wail.” He said. Amid the foremost ranks thy spear hath slain. the two-edg’d blade Was buried deep. to spare my life: I come not of that womb which Hector bore. and thus with vaunting speech: ”Lie there amid the fishes. Altes. and sank Lycaon’s limbs and heart. But not with kindly thought. And now my doom hath found me. and sat. gentle.” Thus Priam’s noble son. He loos’d the spear. and both by thee must die. but Achilles drew. kind. Two sons she bore. His child of Priam’s many wives was one. ta’en alive. and brave. fair Laothoe. spoke. Whene’er. or eve. I may not hope to fly. by Satnois’ stream. Not one of all the Trojans. imploring. imploring. who rul’d the warlike Leleges. yet hear but this. for from thee. before the walls of Troy. whom the Gods May to my hands deliver. who gives me to thy pow’r again. and fair. In lofty Pedasus. Scamander’s eddying stream 328 . I sold.

Axius. slain. came. unpitying. Two lances in his hand. Of Pelegon I boast me sprung. And slaught’ring I. Achilles. took up the word: ”What man. why enquire my race? From far Paeonia’s fertile fields I come. but pierc’d not through. From widely-flowing Axius my descent. On now the work of death! till.” Threat’ning he spoke: Achilles rais’d on high The Pelian spear.Shall to the sea’s broad bosom roll thee down. who dar’st to stand Oppos’d to me? of most unhappy sires The children they. and slaughter of the Greeks. And. Meantime Achilles with his pond’rous spear Asteropaeus. Assail’d with deadly purpose. till Patroclus’ death Be fully aveng’d. Ten days have pass’d since I to Ilium came. the spear-renown’d. and now Address thee.” He said: the mighty River at his words Indignant chaf’d. The leader of the long-spear’d Paeon host. each to other. by the ships ye slew. he From either hand at once a jav’lin launch’d. though to him ye pay In sacrifice the blood of countless bulls. swift of foot. Ye all shall perish. And living horses in his waters sink. He. daughter eldest born Of Acessamenus: on him he sprang. The River-God commingling with the blood Of Periboea. One struck. indignant. his courage rous’d By Xanthus. the purest stream on earth that flows. Nor this fair-flowing. 329 . to the fight. in my absence. By fierce Achilles’ hand. Pelegon To broadly-flowing Axius ow’d his birth. Shall aught avail ye. springing through the darkly rippling wave. who. we reach the city wall. who my encounter meet!” To whom th’ illustrious son of Pelegon: ”Great son of Peleus. silver-eddying stream. and banquet on thy flesh. flying ye. and whence art thou. Fishes shall rise. saw his stream Polluted by the blood of slaughter’d youths. Whom. stood oppos’d. and ponder’d in his mind How best to check Achilles’ warlike toil. And from destruction guard the Trojan host. but. the mighty shield. He Pelegon begot. When near the warriors. ambidexter. brave Achilles. from the river rising. son of Pelegon.

all deep wells derive their source. son of AEacus. the gift of Heav’n. From whom all rivers. My father Peleus. and. onward rush’d. But struck the lofty bank.Stay’d by the golden plate. and in like degree Superior is his race in pow’r to theirs. pealing from the vault of Heav’n. My high descent from Jove himself I boast. wide Oceanus. with stalwart hand. and thus with vaunting speech: ”So lie thou there! ’tis hard for thee to fight. Achilles’ right fore-arm the other graz’d: Forth gush’d the crimson blood. thronging. And gush’d his bowels forth. and from the cliff withdrew his spear. If that might aught avail thee. a widely-flowing stream Thou claim’st as author of thy parentage. Presumes to vie. Him left he lifeless there upon the sand Extended. glancing by And vainly longing for the taste of flesh. 330 . Then ’mid the Paeons’ plumed host he rush’d. And eels and fishes. Is Jove exalted. Who fled along the eddying stream. his mark he miss’d. where. Then on his breast Achilles sprang. A mighty River hast thou here at hand. The point behind him in the earth was fix’d. but. Peleus’ godlike son With deadly stroke across the belly smote. all the boundless sea. and stripp’d His armour off. Yet him appals the lightning bolt of Jove. nor e’en the mighty strength Of deeply-flowing. The son of Jove himself was AEacus. not Achelous. upon the ground Gasping he lay. High o’er all rivers. But him. and darkness seal’d his eyes. to wrench the spear. that to th’ ocean flow. While from the cliff Asteropaeus strove In vain. gnaw’d his flesh. Then from beside his thigh Achilles drew His trenchant blade. Reigns o’er the num’rous race of Myrmidons. against the progeny Of mighty Jove. And thunder. preventing. when him. deep infix’d To half its length. With him. o’er him the dark waters wash’d. Then at Asteropaeus in his turn With deadly intent the son of Peleus threw His straight-directed spear. the Pelian ash remain’d. King of streams. a fourth attempt He made to bend and break the sturdy shaft. furious. Three times relax’d his grasp. Three times he shook it with impetuous force. but his pow’r Is impotent to strive with Saturn’s son. Though river-born. All fountains.” He said.

and with a roar As of a bellowing bull.” He said. they saw Slain by the sword and arm of Peleus’ son. Yet cease I not to slay until I drive These vaunting Trojans to their walls. A God in might! to Phoebus then his speech The deeply-eddying River thus address’d: ”God of the silver bow. Heav’n-born stream. and fiercely on the Trojans rush’d. And aid their cause. Achilles. ere thou slay. in his cavern’d bed. or he by me. in human form. round Achilles. till ev’ning’s late approach Should cast its shadows o’er the fertile earth?” Thus as he spoke. Fierce. Obey’st thou thus the will of Saturn’s son. Thersilochus and Mydon then he slew. With floating corpses chok’d. yet. and protect from harm. cast forth to land The num’rous corpses by Achilles slain. and prove The force of Hector. for the Gods Themselves attend thee. insatiate: stay thy hand! With horror I behold thee. drove him down. and yet more Had been the slaughter by Achilles wrought. and in deeds of arms. in single fight. if. Scamander. I be by him. from off the lofty bank Achilles springing in mid current plung’d. All mortals thou surpassest. which from the cliff 331 . Nor can I pour my current to the sea. whilst thou pursuest The work of death. If Saturn’s son have given thee utterly The Trojans to destroy. Far from my waters drive them o’er the plain. And many living. rose the boiling wave. subdued. Conceal’d behind the whirling waters sav’d. But from his eddying depths. rose In all its angry flood. Then high the swelling stream. but he grasp’d A lofty elm. For now my lovely stream is fill’d with dead. mighty chief!” Whom answer’d thus Achilles. AEnius and Ophelestes. And on his shield descending. well-grown. Mnesus and Thrasius and Astypylus. Who charg’d thee by the Trojans still to stand. swift of foot: ”Be it as thou wilt. With wrathful tone the mighty River spoke: ”In strength.Their bravest in the stubborn fight. Nor might he keep his foothold. great son of Jove. tumultuous.

then. Oft as Achilles. The bravest of their brave! a warrior so Were by a warrior slain! now am I doom’d Ignobly here to sink. o’ertaking him who leads. I should by Phoebus’ swift-wing’d arrows fall. as before the God. And. its pebbly bed Disturbing. Achilles so th’ advancing wave o’ertook. th’ irrigating stream. So on he sped. th’ appointed channel clears: Down flows the stream anon. Of all the pow’rs of Heav’n. groaning. Down the steep slope. Swiftly he fled in terror o’er the plain. which with all its length It bridg’d across. that. And bore him off his legs. the mighty flood O’erwhelming me. all the bank had torn away. Would that by Hector’s hand ’twere mine to die. and quickly. As up to Heav’n he look’d.Uprooted. the God behind him still With thund’ring sound pursued. he fled. Neptune and Pallas at his side appear’d. were leagued to daunt his soul So oft the Heav’n-born River’s mighty wave Above his shoulders dash’d.” He said. springing from the deep. in deep distress He sprang on high. thereafter. With cheering words they took him by the hand. in speed Like the dark hunter eagle. intent to stay Achilles’ course. strongest deem’d. And swiftest wing’d of all the feather’d race. would I meet my fate. who hath buoy’d me up with hope Delusive. cloth’d in mortal form. will none of all the Gods In pity save me from this angry flood? Content. but pursued. Achilles cried: ”O Father Jove. With darkly-ruffling crest. Nor ceas’d the mighty River. before the walls of Troy. then rush’d the flood below. fast it flows with bubbling sound. thus. swift of foot. my mother most Hath wrong’d me. and know if all the Gods. As when a man From some dark-water’d spring through trenches leads. and wore away The soil beneath his feet. and save the Trojan host. essay’d To turn and stand. spade in hand. loud rattled on his breast His brazen armour. Who dwell in Heav’n. Cow’ring. Though great his speed. ’Mid plants and gardens. Borne down in crossing by a wintry brook. but man must yield to Gods. then. Far as a jav’lin’s flight he rush’d. And with its tangled branches check’d the flow Of the fair river. like some poor shepherd lad. And thus th’ Earth-shaking God his speech began: 332 .

Till thou shalt drive beneath the walls of Troy The crowd of flying Trojans. no mound will he require. and from their source Fill all thy stream. Haste to the rescue then. aid me with united force This mortal’s course to check. and. Nor did Scamander yet his fury stay. Or gallant arms. Yet onward. he press’d Right tow’rd the stream. His monument They here may raise. we bring. lifting high his feet. such vigour Pallas gave. and rearing high His crested wave. and thou shalt see. from on high Came boiling. floating. Will royal Priam’s city soon destroy. He shall retire ere long. greatly strengthen’d by the voice divine. Nought shall his strength or beauty then avail. but when they celebrate His fun’ral rites. and roll a torrent down Of logs and stones. Such pow’rful aid. nor shall the Greeks Be able to collect his bones. and all thy channels swell. And bore Achilles downward. and bears him as a God. encas’d By me so deep in slime. to whelm this man of might. Who triumphs now. thou thyself Shalt Hector slay. then in fear Lest the broad waters of the eddying stream 333 . rushing down. Press’d onwards to the plain. and safe regain the ships: Such high renown we give thee to achieve. we undertake That from the war thine arm shall not be stay’d. And many a corpse of men in battle slain. But fiercer rose his rage. by Jove’s consent. nor be dismay’d. and on Achilles. And more. this said. from Heav’n. armour fair. unrestrain’d. Pallas and I. to Simois thus he cried: ”Dear brother.”Achilles. he.” He said. and o’er his corpse a pile Of shingly gravel heap. the plain he found All flooded o’er. With foam and blood and corpses intermix’d.” They to the other Gods. He. High rose the Heav’n-born River’s darkling wave. Nor will the Trojans his assault endure. return’d. Deep buried in the mud: himself will I In sand imbed. if thou wilt hear. fear not thou. nor could the mighty stream Check his advance. beneath the waters sunk. with thund’ring roar. ’tis not decreed That thou shouldst by the River be o’erwhelm’d. Rouse thy big waves.

Nor. promiscuous. Juno cried aloud. With well-dried wood beneath. and bubbles all around. her son. thy fiery strength display. but check’d his course. In dire distress from Vulcan’s fiery breath: Scorch’d by the flames. The eels and fishes. Then stay the raging flames’ unwearied course. Nor with thy fiery flames will I contend. As when a caldron on a blazing fire. restrain thy pow’r. and tamarisk shrubs. nor by his honey’d words Nor by his menaces be turn’d aside. The lotus. and stay’d the wat’ry flood. elms. Boils up within. who shall drive The raging flames ahead. ’Mid the clear wave were hurrying here and there. ’mid the eddying whirl. Fill’d with the melting fat of well-fed swine. and Vulcan straight prepar’d The heav’nly fire. the mighty River spoke: ”Vulcan.Should quite o’erwhelm him. and first upon the plain The flames he kindled. up. As when the breath of Boreas quickly dries In Autumn-time a newly-water’d field. the dead consum’d. his fair stream bubbling up.” Thus Juno spoke. by Achilles slain: The plain was dried. in haste address’d: ”Up. With rival parties what concern have I?” All scorch’d he spoke. he his winged words address’d: 334 . though Peleus’ godlike son Should from their city drive the Trojans straight. till thou hear my voice. Against the river turn’d the fiery glare: Burnt were the willows. for we had deem’d That eddying Xanthus stood to thee oppos’d: Haste thee to aid. Who lay. Vulcan. Imploring. no God against thy pow’r can stand. The tiller’s heart rejoicing: so was dried The spacious plain. and galingal. and burn alike The Trojans and their arms: do thou the while Burn down the trees on Xanthus’ banks. While from the sea I call the stormy blast Of Zephyr and brisk Notus. and the reeds. and fiery strength Of skilful Vulcan. then he. Which by the lovely river grew profuse. Restrain thy wrath. my son. and the dead consum’d. so bubbling up The waters of the lovely River boil’d: Nor onward would he flow. himself Assail with fire. And Vulcan thus. and to Juno thus. By the hot blast o’er-borne.

”Juno, what cause impels thy son, my stream, O’er all the rest, to visit with his wrath? E’en less than others who the Trojans aid, Have I offended; yet at thy command Will I withdraw; but bid that he too cease; And this I swear, no Trojan more to save, Though to devouring flames a prey, all Troy Were blazing, kindled by the valiant Greeks.” This when the white-arm’d Goddess Juno heard, To Vulcan straight she thus address’d her speech: ”Vulcan, my glorious son, restrain thy hand: In mortal men’s behalf, it is not meet To press thus hardly an Immortal God.” She said, and Vulcan stay’d his fiery strength, And, back returning, in his wonted bed Flow’d the fair River. Xanthus thus subdued, These two their warfare ceas’d, by Juno check’d, Despite her wrath; but ’mid the other Gods Arose contention fierce, and discord dire, Their warring passions rous’d on either side. With fearful crash they met: the broad Earth groan’d; Loud rang the Heav’n as with a trumpet’s sound: Jove, on Olympus’ height, the tumult heard, And in his heart he laugh’d a joyous laugh, To see the Gods in angry battle met. Not long they stood aloof, led on by Mars The buckler-breaker, who to Pallas first, Poising his spear, his bitter speech address’d: ”What dost thou here, thou saucy jade, to war The Gods exciting, overbold of mood, Led by thy haughty spirit? dost thou forget How thou the son of Tydeus, Diomed, Didst urge against me, and with visible spear Direct his aim, and aid to wound my flesh? For all I suffer’d then, thou now shalt pay.” Thus as he spoke, he struck the tassell’d shield, Awful to view, which not the lightning bolt Of Jove himself could pierce: the blood-stain’d Mars Against it thrust in vain his pond’rous spear. The Goddess stoop’d, and in her ample hand Took up a stone, that lay upon the plain, Dark, rugged, vast, which men of elder days Had set to mark the limits of their land. Full on the neck of Mars she hurl’d the mass, His limbs relaxing: o’er sev’n hundred feet 335

Prostrate he lay, his hair defil’d with dust: Loud rang his armour; and with scornful smile Pallas address’d him thus with vaunting speech: ”Fool, hast thou yet to learn how mightier far My strength than thine, that me thou dar’st to meet? Bear thus the burthen of thy mother’s curse, Who works thee harm, in wrath that thou the Greeks Deserting, aid’st the haughty Trojans’ cause.” She said, and turn’d away her piercing glance: Him, deeply groaning, scarce to life restor’d, Jove’s daughter Venus taking by the hand, Led from the field; which when the white-arm’d Queen Beheld, in haste to Pallas thus she cried: ”O Heav’n, brave child of aegis-bearing Jove, Undaunted! lo again this saucy jade Amid the press, the bane of mortals, Mars Leads from the field; but haste thee in pursuit.” Thus Juno: Pallas hasten’d in pursuit Well pleas’d; and Venus with her pow’rful hand Assailing, struck upon the breast; at once The Goddess’ courage and her limbs gave way. There on the ground the two together lay, While Pallas o’er them thus with vaunting speech: ”Would all were such, who aid the Trojan cause, Whene’er they meet in fight the warlike Greeks, As valiant and as stout as Venus proves, Who brings her aid to Mars, confronting me; Then had our warlike labours long been o’er, And Ilium’s strong-built citadel overthrown.” Thus Pallas spoke: the white-arm’d Goddess smil’d, And to Apollo thus th’ Earth-shaker spoke: ”Phoebus, why stand we idly thus aloof? The war begun by others, ’tis not meet; And shame it were, that to Olympus’ height And to the brazen-floor’d abode of Jove We two without a contest should return. Thou then begin, as younger: ’twere not well For me, in age and practice more advanc’d. Feeble of soul, how senseless is thy heart! Hast thou forgotten all the cruel wrongs We two, alone of all th’ Immortals, bore, When here, in Ilium, for a year, we serv’d, By Jove’s command, the proud Laomedon, For promis’d hire; and he our tasks assign’d? 336

His fortress, and a wall both broad and fair I built, the town’s impregnable defence; While thou didst on his plodding herds attend, In many-crested Ida’s woody glens. But when the joyous seasons, in their course, Had brought our labour’s term, the haughty King Denied our guerdon, and with threats dismiss’d. Bound hand and foot, he threaten’d thee to send And sell to slav’ry in the distant isles, And with the sword cut off the ears of both. So in indignant sorrow we return’d, Robb’d of the hire he promis’d, but denied. For this thy favour dost thou show to Troy; And dost not rather join thy force to ours, That down upon their knees the Trojans all Should perish, with their babes and matrons chaste.” Whom answer’d thus the far-destroying King: ”Earth-shaking God, I should not gain with thee The esteem of wise, if I with thee should fight For mortal men; poor wretches, who like leaves Flourish awhile, and eat the fruits of earth, But, sapless, soon decay: from combat then Refrain we, and to others leave the strife.” He turn’d, thus saying: for he deem’d it shame His father’s brother to assail in arms; But him his sister, Goddess of the chase, Rebuk’d, and thus with scornful speech address’d: ”Fliest thou, 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, as erst Among th’ Immortals, let me hear thee boast How thou with Neptune wouldst in arms contend.” Thus she; Apollo answer’d not a word; But Jove’s imperial consort, fill’d with wrath, Assail’d with bitter words the Archer-Queen. ”How canst thou dare, thou saucy minx, to stand [7] Oppos’d to me, too great for thine assault, Despite thy bow? though Jove hath giv’n thee pow’r O’er feeble women, whom thou wilt, to slay, E’en as a lion; better were’t for thee To chase the mountain beasts and flying hinds, Than thy superiors thus to meet in arms, But since thou dar’st confront me, thou shalt know And feel how far my might surpasses thine.” 337

She said; and with the left hand both the wrists Of Dian grasping, with her ample right The bow and quiver from her shoulders tore; And with them, as she turn’d away her head, With scornful laughter buffeted her ears: The arrows keen were scatter’d on the ground: Weeping, the Goddess fled; as flies a dove The hawk’s pursuit, and in a hollow rock Finds refuge, doom’d not yet to fall a prey; So, weeping, Dian fled, and left her bow. Them Hermes to Latona thus: ”With thee I strive not; shame it were to meet in fight A consort of the cloud-compelling Jove. Freely amid th’ Immortals make thy boast, That by thy prowess thou hast vanquish’d me.” Thus he: Latona gather’d up the bow, And fallen arrows, scatter’d here and there Amid the whirling dust; then, these regain’d, Following her daughter, from the field withdrew. Meanwhile to high Olympus fled the Maid, And to the brazen-floor’d abode of Jove. There, weeping, on her father’s knees she sat, While quiver’d round her form th’ ambrosial robe. The son of Saturn tow’rds him drew his child, And thus, with gracious smile, enquiry made: ”Which of the heav’nly pow’rs hath wrong’d thee thus My child, as guilty of some open shame?” To whom the bright-crown’d Goddess of the chase: ”Thy wife, my father, white-arm’d Juno; she Hath dealt thus rudely with me; she, from whom All jars and strife among the Gods proceed.” Such converse while they held, the gates of Troy Apollo enter’d, for the well-built wall Alarm’d, lest e’en against the will of fate The Greeks that day should raze it to the ground. The other Gods were to Olympus gone, Triumphant these, and those in angry mood, And took their seats before the cloud-girt Sire. But on the Trojans pressing, Peleus’ son Horses and men alike, promiscuous, slew. As in a city, which the Gods in wrath Have fir’d, whose volleying smoke ascends to Heav’n, On all her people grievous toil is cast, On many, harm and loss; such toil, such loss Achilles wrought amid the Trojan host. 338

Upon a lofty tow’r, the work of Gods, The aged Priam stood, and thence beheld By fierce Achilles driven in flight confused, Their courage quite subdued, the Trojan host: Then, groaning, from the tow’r he hasten’d down, And to the warders cried along the wall: ”Stand to the gates, and hold them open’d wide, That in the crowd of fugitives may pour, And refuge find; for close upon their flight Achilles hangs; disaster now is near. But while our friends, receiv’d within the walls, Find time to breathe again, replace in haste The closely-fitting portals; for I fear That man of blood may e’en the city storm.” He said; the gates they open’d, and drew back The solid bars; the portals, op’ning wide, Let in the light; but in the vacant space Apollo stood, the Trojan host to save. The flyers, parch’d with thirst and dust-begrim’d, Straight for the city and the lofty wall Made from the plain; Achilles, spear in hand, Press’d hotly on the rearmost; for his soul With rage was fill’d, and madd’ning lust of fame. And now the lofty-gated city of Troy The sons of Greece had won; but Phoebus rous’d Agenor’s spirit, a valiant youth and strong, Son of Antenor; he his bosom fill’d With dauntless courage, and beside him stood To turn aside the heavy hand of death, As, veil’d in cloud, against the oak he lean’d. He, when Achilles’ awful form he knew, Yet firmly stood, though much perplex’d in mind, As thus he commun’d with his mighty heart: ”Oh woe is me! should I attempt to fly Before Achilles’ might, where fly the rest Across the plain, disorder’d, he would soon O’ertake me, and in flight ignoble slay. Or should I leave the others to their fate, Scatter’d by Peleus’ son; and from the wall And o’er the plain of Troy direct my flight, Far as the foot of Ida’s hill, and there Lie hid in thickest covert; and at eve, Refresh’d by bathing in the cooling stream, And purg’d the sweat, retrace my steps to Troy? Yet why, my soul, admit such thoughts as these? For should he mark me flying from the town, 339

And overtake me by his speed of foot, No hope were left me of escape from death. So far his strength exceeds the strength of man. But how if boldly I await him here Before the wall? his flesh is not to wounds Impervious: but a single life is his, Nor is he more, they say, than mortal man, Though Jove assists him, and his triumph wills.” He said, and stood collected, to await Achilles’ onset; and his manly heart, With courage fill’d, was eager for the fray. As when a panther from the thicket’s depth Comes forth to meet the hunter, undismay’d, Nor turn’d to flight by baying of the hounds; Nor, wounded or by jav’lin or by sword, Or by the spear transfix’d, remits her rage, But fights, until she reach her foe, or die; Agenor so, Antenor’s godlike son, Disdain’d to fly, ere prove Achilles’ might. Before his breast his shield’s broad orb he bore, And pois’d his spear, as thus he call’d aloud: ”Thy hope, renown’d Achilles, was this day The valiant Trojans’ city to destroy; Unconscious of the toils, the woes, that ye Around her walls await ye! for within Are warriors brave and num’rous, who will fight In her defence, for parents, children, wives. Thou too, Achilles, here shalt meet thy doom, All-pow’rful as thou art, and warrior bold.” He said, and threw with stalwart hand the spear; Achilles’ leg he struck, below the knee, Nor miss’d his aim; and loudly rang the greaves Of new-wrought tin; but back the brazen point Rebounded, nor the heav’nly armour pierc’d. In turn Achilles on Agenor sprang: But Phoebus robb’d him of his hop’d-for prize, Who, veil’d in thickest cloud, convey’d away Antenor’s son, and from the battle bore To rest in peace; while he by guile withdrew The son of Peleus from the flying crowd: For in Agenor’s very likeness clad, Before him stood the far-destroying King: Then fled, Achilles hast’ning in pursuit. He o’er the fertile plain with flying foot Pursu’d; beside Scamander’s eddying stream Apollo turn’d, and still but little space Before him flying, subtly lur’d him on, 340

Each moment hoping to attain his prize. Meantime the gen’ral crowd, in panic flight, With eager haste the city’s refuge sought, And all the town with fugitives was fill’d. Nor did they dare without the walls to stand For mutual aid; nor halt to know what friends Were safe, who left upon the battle-field; But through the gates pour’d in the hurrying mass Who to their active limbs their safety ow’d. ARGUMENT. THE DEATH OF HECTOR. The Trojans being safe within the walls, Hector only stays to oppose Achilles. Priam is struck at his approach, and tries to persuade his son to re-enter the town. Hecuba joins his entreaties, but in vain. Hector consults within himself what measures to take; but, at the advance of Achilles, his resolution fails him, and he flies: Achilles pursues him thrice round the walls of Troy. The gods debate concerning the fate of Hector; at length Minerva descends to the aid of Achilles. She deludes Hector in the shape of Deiphobus; he stands the combat, and is slain. Achilles drags the dead body at his chariot, in the sight of Priam and Hecuba. Their lamentations, tears, and despair. Their cries reach the ears of Andromache, who, ignorant of this, was retired into the inner part of the palace; she mounts up to the walls, and beholds her dead husband. She swoons at the spectacle. Her excess of grief and lamentation. The thirtieth day still continues. The scene lies under the walls, and on the battlements of Troy. BOOK XXII. Thus they from panic flight, like timorous fawns. Within the walls escaping, dried their sweat, And drank, and quench’d their thirst, reclining safe On the fair battlements; but nearer drew, With slanted shields, the Greeks; yet Hector still In front of Ilium and the Scaean gate, Stay’d by his evil doom, remain’d without; Then Phoebus thus to Peleus’ godlike son: ”Achilles, why with active feet pursue, Thou mortal, me Immortal? know’st thou not My Godhead, that so hot thy fury burns? Or heed’st thou not that all the Trojan host Whom thou hast scar’d, while thou art here withdrawn, Within the walls a refuge safe have found? On me thy sword is vain! I know not death!”

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my son. Ere by my hand they bit the bloody dust. E’en so. and fiery heat: So shone the brass upon the warrior’s breast. hast sav’d. and with loud voice Call’d on his son. with brass and gold Their ransom shall be paid. 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. he. Me of immortal honour thou hast robb’d. who here hast lur’d me from the walls. address’d: ”Hector. contending for the prize. by fair Laothoe: If haply yet they live. but sign to mortal man Of evil augury. whom he has slain.” Thus saying. whose brilliant ray Shines eminent amid the depth of night. Him first the aged Priam’s eyes discern’d. him his sire. Scouring the plain. Whirls the swift car. He turn’d him city-ward. Within the city walls I look in vain For two. Most hostile of the Gods. The brightest he. 342 . with active limbs. and stretches o’er the plain. As when a horse. Had I the pow’r. Which many a Trojan else had fail’d to reach. and lifting high His hands. Whom men the dog-star of Orion call. and Polydore. But to the viewless shades should they have gone. far-darting King. that vengeance thou shouldst feel. good store of these We can command. imploring. he beat his head. awaiting there Achilles’ fierce encounter. My gallant sons. and on mightiest deeds intent. Lycaon brave. Beneath Pelides’ arm. replied: ”Deep is the injury. The old man groan’d aloud. and e’en now. for with his daughter fair A wealthy dowry aged Altes gave. with fiery speed. And them. that at thy hand I bear. Achilles rac’d. in arms all dazzling bright. lest thou to fate succumb. Like to th’ autumnal star. await not here alone That warrior’s charge. Held post before the gates. thyself from vengeance safe. swift of foot.Enrag’d. Many and brave. or sold To distant isles in slav’ry. unmov’d. With hands outstretch’d and piteous tone. Achilles.

my son. and if he fall With honour. my own. Then enter now. beside the Grecian ships. not upon the fun’ral bed. our chambers’ sanctity Invaded. hath Jove A bitter burthen cast. And of the women and the men of Troy. well I know Far lighter were the grief. me. 343 . Then to the front his mother rush’d. With thine own life. and our babes by hostile hands Dash’d to the ground. But of the gen’ral public. yet Hector firm remain’d. the city gates. Thy corpse shall to the rav’ning dogs be giv’n. and with tears address’d him thus: ”Hector. And slay thee. Shall I deplore thee. than if they heard That thou hadst fall’n beneath Achilles’ hand. When by some foeman’s hand. Fed at my table. Her bosom bare. But far away. with either hand her breast Sustaining. On me at last the rav’ning dogs shall feed. And on this bosom if thine infant woes Have e’er been hush’d. That a youth should fall Victim. and from. with tears and earnest pray’rs imploring. beneath a foeman’s spear. Those very dogs which I myself have bred. to Mars. by sword or lance. immortal glory give. and over-gorg’d shall lie E’en on my threshold. and by ferocious Greeks Enslav’d the widows of my slaughter’d sons. Shall lap my blood. yet glorious he! But when the hoary head and hoary beard.Deep were their mother’s sorrow and my own. my child. condemn’d to see My sons struck down. The debt thou ow’st. nor to Peleus’ son. yet Hector firm remain’d. Look too on me with pity. Waiting th’ approach of Peleus’ godlike son.” Thus they. thy mother’s breast revere. his head he tore The hoary hair. bear now in mind. curs’d be he! should he prevail. My soul shall from my body be divorc’d. and from within the walls Ward off this fearful man. though he die. No sadder sight can wretched mortals see. E’en on the threshold of mine age. guardians of my gate. nor in the field Encounter. Be still the guardian. My child. nor thy widow’d wife. the offspring of my womb. May well beseem his years. my daughters dragg’d away In servile bonds. Address’d their son. on whom.” The old man spoke. And naked corpse to rav’ning dogs are giv’n. in tears. dear child.

my soul? Should I so meet him. And all that Paris in his hollow ships Brought here to Troy. lest some might say. Should be restor’d. who first His counsel gave within the walls to lead The Trojan forces. but fairly to divide Whate’er of wealth our much-loved city holds? But wherefore entertain such thoughts. Her secret treasures. Better to dare the fight. and with her all the spoil. and my pond’rous spear Propping against the wall. I heeded not his counsel. his baleful glances darts. What if my bossy shield I lay aside. Coil’d round his hole. beside his hole. ’This woful loss To Hector’s blind self-confidence we owe. would I had! Now. With deadly venom charg’d. Defenceless as a woman. whence first this war arose. deeply mov’d. and unarm’d? Not this the time. 344 .” Thus.As when a snake upon the mountain side. and to the Greeks be paid An ample tribute from the city’s stores. for me. slain in open fight. Thus with his warlike soul communion held: ”Oh woe is me! if I should enter now The city gates. or myself To perish nobly in my country’s cause. terrible as plumed Mars. To me inferior far. So fill’d with dauntless courage Hector stood. Or from Achilles. To hold light talk. like youth and maid. Scorning retreat. he mus’d. on that fatal night When great Achilles in the field appear’d. as he stood. with whom By forest oak or rock. Back to return in triumph. go forth to meet Th’ unmatch’d Achilles? What if I engage That Helen’s self. I should the just reproach Encounter of Polydamas. what if he should show Nor pity nor remorse. his gleaming buckler propp’d Against the jutting tow’r. And long-rob’d dames of Troy. since my folly hath the people slain. then. as youth and maid might hold. I well might blush to meet the Trojan men. and know at once To whom the vict’ry is decreed by Heav’n. but slay me there. but near approach’d Achilles. nor he the man. and fill’d with rage. ’twere better far. and hereafter bind The Trojans by their Elders’ solemn oaths Nought to withhold. And stubborn helmet.’ Thus shall they say. Awaits the traveller.

One with hot current flows. now upon the crown Of deeply-furrow’d Ida. Shrill-shrieking. terror-stricken. who. From double source. Tripod. With flying speed Achilles now pursues. and say. Beside the fountains stood the washing-troughs Of well-wrought stone. Nor dar’d he there await th’ attack. Give me your counsel. and all the Gods beheld. As from a furnace. Brave as he is. or must he die. They by the watch-tow’r. one in flight. From some high mountain-top. Achilles flew. rac’d amain Along the public road. clouds of steam arise. and one pursuing. or snow. on tim’rous dove Swoops fiercely down. Scamander’s eddying streams. and. or water crystalliz’d. Then thus began the Sire of Gods and men: ”A woful sight mine eyes behold. Gods. in fear. ere came the sons of Greece. from death If we shall rescue him. and trembled at the sight. bird of swiftest flight. ’Mid summer’s heat the other rises cold As hail. In peaceful times. while around Flash’d his bright armour. from beneath. wing’d with desp’rate hate. or of the rising sun. with fat of choicest bulls Hath pil’d mine altar. Forward. until they reach’d The fairly-flowing fount whence issu’d forth. a man I love in flight around the walls! my heart For Hector grieves. and from beneath. but better who pursu’d. pounces on his destin’d prey. So rac’d they thrice around the walls of Troy With active feet. fled. contending for the prize. where erst the wives of Troy And daughters fair their choicest garments wash’d. Hector beheld. and beneath the wall Where stood the wind-beat fig-tree. flying from his keen pursuit. no ignoble ox: The prize at stake was mighty Hector’s life.From his right shoulder brandishing aloft The ashen spear of Peleus. dazzling as the glare Of burning fire. dashing through the brake. There rac’d they. As when a falcon. he. but left The gates behind. So. now again On Ilium’s heights. As when the solid-footed horses fly Around the course. Pelides rush’d. With fiery speed. So Hector. for on that race was stak’d No common victim. she. Good he who fled. Evades the stroke. whom around the walls. beneath Pelides’ hand?” 345 . Beneath the walls his active sinews plied. or woman of her lord bereft. with flying foot.

th’ Eternal Father hung His golden scales aloft. again from death preserve? Do as thou wilt. And for the last time. his foe. Searching unwearied. and turn him to the plain. if haply thence His comrades’ weapons might some aid afford. The keen pursuit of Peleus’ active son. thus: ”O Father. to his rescue come. 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. but not with our consent. Through glen and tangled brake. And from Olympus’ heights in haste she sped. Would cut him off. with superior speed. when one pursues in vain. Rous’d from its lair upon the mountain side. Oft as he sought the shelter of the gates Beneath the well-built tow’rs. cloud-girt King. and plac’d in each The lots of doom. For Hector one. Low crouching in the copse. Yet how should Hector now the doom of death Have ’scap’d. Long doom’d by fate. And as in dreams.To whom the blue-ey’d Goddess. What words are these? wouldst thou a mortal man. till he find the trace. weighted with Hector’s death. One seeks in vain to fly.” His words fresh impulse gave to Pallas’ zeal. the other seeks As vainly to pursue. So oft his foeman. The swift Achilles press’d: as when a hound. and so The greater glory obtain. 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. so could not now Achilles reach. lest one might wound. and draw not back thy hand. yet quests he back. So Hector sought to baffle. nor Hector quit. yet both thy wishes to oppose: Have then thy will. with untiring hate. had not Apollo once again. but in vain. Meanwhile on Hector. and held them by the midst: Down sank the scale. And if awhile it should evade pursuit. while he himself Must be contented with the second place. lightning-flashing. for great Achilles one. 346 . He tow’rd the city still essay’d his flight. pursues a fawn. my child! unwillingly I speak. Pallas.

forward boldly! spare we not our spears. Seeing my peril. and close at hand. who around the walls Hath chas’d thee with swift foot. good brother. and his onset wait. And standing near.” Thus Pallas lur’d him on with treach’rous wile. The Goddess left him there. With earnest pray’r Apollo prostrate fall. First spoke great Hector of the glancing helm: ”No more before thee. while others skulk behind. both our sire And honour’d mother. on his behalf. Stood leaning on his brass-barb’d ashen spear. sons Of Hecuba and Priam.” So Pallas spoke. I fly: Thrice have I fled around the walls. nor dar’d 347 . while I Persuade him to return and dare the fight. But stay thou here and take thy breath. and he with joy obeying.” To whom the blue-ey’d Goddess thus replied: ”With many pray’rs. Such fear is fall’n on all. Peleus’ son. But when the two were met. though at the feet Of aegis-bearing Jove. and Phoebus left his side. Or by thine arm himself may be subdued. and now the more I honour thee who dar’st on my behalf. thou hast been Still dearest to my heart. but in my soul On thine account too deep a grief I felt.” To whom great Hector of the glancing helm: ”Deiphobus. of all my brothers. And stood beside him. Make trial if Achilles to the ships From both of us our bloody spoils can bear.Down to the shades. with winged words address’d: ”Sorely. lov’d of Heav’n. him she found. Now. and bespoke him thus: ”Achilles. from within the walls To sally forth. hast thou been bested By fierce Achilles. I trust that now To thee and me great glory shall accrue In Hector’s fall. Then to Pelides came the blue-ey’d Maid. insatiate of the fight. and went (the form And voice assuming of Deiphobus) In search of godlike Hector. and our comrades all Successively implored me to remain. good brother. Escape he cannot now. now stand we both For mutual succour.

And o’er his shoulder flew the brass-tipp’d spear. and to Achilles’ hand. if Jove with victory Shall crown my firm endurance. But through my breast. been to thee From Heav’n reveal’d. But let us first th’ immortal Gods invoke. Which thou hast shed. and shunn’d the blow. But flippant was thy speech. and subtly fram’d To scare me with big words. but Pallas drew The weapon forth. such was indeed thy boast.” He said. May it be deeply buried in thy flesh! For lighter were to Troy the load of war. and thy life To me be forfeit. as ’tween men And lions no firm concord can exist. Can thou and I unite. to be slain. hurl’d his pond’rous spear. the greatest of her foes. But ceaseless enmity between them dwells: So not in friendly terms. behoves thee now To prove a spearman skill’d. nor truly has my fate. by my spear. to the Greeks Thy body to restore. or slay. till one of us Glut with his blood the mail-clad warrior Mars. my comrades’ blood. wert slain.Await thine onset. and poising. Nor miss’d his aim. If thou.” He said. For thee escape is none. gave it back. Hath Pallas doom’d thy death. And in the ground was fix’d. Nor wolves and lambs in harmony unite. Not in my back will I receive thy spear. if Jove Have to thine arm indeed such triumph giv’n. thou object of my deadly hate. Mind thee of all thy fence. The surest witnesses and guardians they Of compacts: at my hand no foul disgrace Shalt thou sustain. Now. he stoop’d. hurl’d his weighty spear. if thou canst. now. Achilles. Talk not to me of compacts.” With fierce regard Achilles answer’d thus: ”Hector. All unobserv’d of Hector. my spear in turn elude. and poising. and make me prove False to my wonted prowess and renown. Thou godlike son of Peleus. nor compact firm. of thine armour stripp’d I promise thee. shall all be now aveng’d. now my spirit is rous’d To stand before thee. full in the midst he struck 348 . and warrior brave. do thou the like. confronting thee. But Hector saw. Then Hector thus to Peleus’ matchless son: ”Thine aim has fail’d.

just where the collar-bone The neck and shoulder parts. mark my fall.” Thus as he spoke. suspended at his side. That thus his spear had bootless left his hand. beside the throat. Right through the yielding neck the lance was driv’n.Pelides’ shield. Yet not without a struggle let me die. his sharp-edged sword he drew. and fiercely on his brow Nodded the four-plum’d helm. Which future days may hear of. He stood aghast. since so hath Jove decreed. which in his right Achilles pois’d. Where lies expos’d the swiftest road of death. on godlike Hector’s doom Intent. Now is my death at hand. thus Achilles spoke: 349 . And as amid the stars’ unnumber’d host. Hesper. Nor all inglorious. the brightest star that shines in Heav’n. and scanning eagerly to see Where from attack his body least was fenc’d. And Jove’s far-darting son. So Hector rush’d. And o’er him. Achilles’ wrath was rous’d: with fury wild His soul was fill’d: before his breast he bore His well-wrought shield. but let some great act. bird of loftiest flight. All else the glitt’ring armour guarded well. but he within the walls Is safe. One chink appear’d. Then Hector knew that he was dup’d. vaunting. Gleam’d the sharp-pointed lance. There levell’d he. with which the crest By Vulcan’s hand was thickly interlac’d. To seize some tender lamb. But sever’d not the windpipe. Which Hector from Patroclus’ corpse had stripp’d. When twilight yields to night. as on the breeze Floated the golden hairs. or cow’ring hare. prone in the dust he fell. one star appears. who heretofore Have been my guards. my fate hath found me now. and cried. no second spear was nigh: And loudly on Deiphobus he call’d A spear to bring. Pond’rous and vast. and I by Pallas am betray’d. but he was far away. and wav’d his sharp-edg’d sword. Collected for the spring. Through the dark clouds swoops downward on the plain. but glancing from the shield The weapon bounded off. Hector was griev’d. nor far away: Escape is none. nor destroy’d His pow’r of speech. ”Oh Heav’n! the Gods above have doom’d my death! I deem’d indeed that brave Deiphobus Was near at hand. as Hector onward rush’d. and forward dash’d: As when an eagle.

and yet should promise more. Not present.” Whom answer’d Hector of the glancing helm. who can save thee from the dogs. though dead. whene’er Jove and th’ immortal Gods shall so decree. mightier far than he. I beseech. Patroclus stripping of his arms. but my corpse Restore. and I.”Hector. Brave warrior as thou art. Let not my corpse by Grecian dogs be torn. Mourning his fate. shall strike thee down. By the dogs And vultures shall thy corpse be foully torn. who am now thy conqu’ror. his eyes were clos’d in death.” E’en as he spoke.” To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm. No.” To whom. Prostrate and helpless: ”By thy soul.” 350 . iron is thy soul. not e’en so. thy mother shall obtain To lay thee out upon the couch. his youth and vigour lost. vile hound! nor prate to me Of parents! such my hatred. such wrongs I have to avenge. Dying: ”I know thee well. brought no terror to thy soul: Fool! in the hollow ships I yet remain’d. with Apollo’s aid. that almost I could persuade myself to tear and eat Thy mangled flesh. He lives not. Accept the ample stores of brass and gold. thy knees. Not though with ransom ten and twenty fold He here should stand. Which as my ransom by my honour’d sire And mother shall be paid thee. And to the viewless shades his spirit fled. Achilles. with fierce aspect. While him the Greeks with fun’ral rites shall grace. I. and mourn O’er thee. her offspring. No. But see that on thy head I bring not down The wrath of Heav’n. his avenger. nor did I hope To change thy purpose. Thy parents’ heads. To him. not though Priam’s royal self should sue To be allow’d for gold to ransom thee. but on all thy limbs Shall dogs and carrion vultures make their feast. I. when by the Scaean gate The hand of Paris. Thy hope was that thyself wast safe. that so the men and wives of Troy May deck with honours due my fun’ral pyre. Achilles thus: ”Knee me no knees. Achilles thus replied: ”Die thou! my fate I then shall meet.

sons of Greece. ”Good faith. And. Gazing on Hector’s noble form and face. so graceful once. Whose single arm hath wrought us more of ill Than all the rest combin’d. They from the citadel intend retreat. with the captur’d arms. And urg’d his horses. and far From off her head the glitt’ring veil she threw. Now to foul insult doom’d by Jove’s decree. the Greeks around him throng’d. While number’d with the living. And laid aside. With. he rose. thus th’ assembled Greeks address’d: ”O friends. blood besmear’d. despite their loss. But wherefore entertain such thoughts. standing. Then when erewhile he wrapp’d our ships in fire. swift of foot. Then mounted. So lay the head of Hector. their ground maintain.” Thus would they say. unburied. Piteous. the chiefs and councillors of Greece. Leaving the head to trail along the ground. And none approach’d that did not add a wound: And one to other look’d. and my limbs Have pow’r to move. his father groan’d. Now to the ships return we. advance we now Before the city in arms. Since Heav’n hath granted us this man to slay. But when the son of Peleus. and foully Hector’s corpse misus’d. by a foeman’s hand. Glad paeans singing! with us he shall go. A cloud of dust the trailing body rais’d: Loose hung his glossy hair. his car. the godlike Hector slain.” He said. and from the corpse his spear withdrew. unwept. and in the dust Was laid that noble head. then stab the dead anew. Had stripp’d the armour from the corpse. lies Patroclus: whom I never can forget. and said. yet e’en there will I The mem’ry of my lov’d companion keep. in Hades though the dead May be forgotten. That from the ancle passes to the heel. Or still. and all around 351 . if. The pride of Troy. and trial make What is the mind of Troy.He said. and as a God rever’d. Hector is easier far to handle now. And with loud cries her slaughter’d son bewail’d. my soul? Beside the ships. Of either foot he pierc’d the tendon through. nothing loth. And to his chariot bound with leathern thongs. then stripp’d the armour off. Great glory is ours. at the sight His aged mother tore her hair. they flew. In his own country. Hector slain.

” Weeping. he spoke. but fate hath found thee now. who wast to me by night and day A glory and a boast. though griev’d for all. and myself. with mourning then and tears We might have satisfied our grief. the strength of all The men of Troy. stay me not. Than one. and with him wept the crowd: Then. hapless mother. Hector might be refresh’d. as if the beetling height Of Ilium all were smould’ring in the fire. This haughty chief. And to her neat-hair’d maidens thus she spoke: ”Haste. my friends. Far from the bath. That by Achilles’ hand. double woof. And there implore this man of violence. And to her neat-hair’d maidens gave command To place the largest caldrons on the fire. The bane of Troy. most of all. With varied flow’rs in rich embroidery. who by his hand Have been of many stalwart sons bereft. For he too has a father. That with warm baths. all purple. some two. follow me. that without the walls Remained her husband. she spoke. with Pallas’ aid. returning from the fight. to her no messenger Had brought the tidings. shall I go. Entreating by his name each sev’ral man: ”Forbear. in her house withdrawn A web she wove. Scarce in his anguish could the crowd restrain The old man from issuing through the Dardan gates. both she Who bore him. Hector! oh would to Heav’n that in mine arms He could have died. oh whither now. if haply he my years May rev’rence. though sorrowing.Was heard the voice of wailing and of woe.” Weeping. Low in the dust he roll’d. Peleus. was godlike Hector slain. whose loss will sink me to the grave. of thee bereft. imploring all. and. Leave me to reach alone the Grecian ships. Hecuba pour’d forth Her vehement grief: ”My child. Totter’d her limbs. like to me. by whom he was begot. Heart-stricken. I less lament. ’mid the women. The sounds of wailing reach’d her from the tow’r. Yet all. but nought as yet was known To Hector’s wife. that I may know 352 . and have pity on my age. to me The cause of endless grief. Of thee. and women? as a God They worshipp’d thee: for in thy life thou wast The glory of all. unconscious she. and bred. Such was the cry. the distaff left her hand.

What mean these sounds. That day when Hector of the glancing helm Led from Eetion’s house his wealthy bride. shalt be a guard. 353 . my limbs refuse to move. and me hast left A widow in thy house. nor he to thee: For though he ’scape this tearful war with Greece. Unhappier I! would I had ne’er been born! Now thou beneath the depths of earth art gone. No young companions own the orphan boy: With downcast eyes.” Then from the house she rush’d. He hangs upon the skirt of one. thy child and mine. but scarce his palate touch. the fillet. Moisten his lips. Far off were flung th’ adornments of her head. as in the deadly swoon she lay. and the woven bands. Gone to the viewless shades. And held. of one He plucks the cloak. and gasp’d her spirit away. oh woe is me! to misery We both were born alike. Backward she fell. in deepest woe. The sisters of her husband round her press’d. thou here in Troy In Priam’s royal palace. And mounted on the wall. But when she reach’d the tow’r. pinch’d with want. Some evil. His father’s friends approaching. I in Thebes. The net. And saw the body which with insult foul The flying steeds were dragging towards the ships. sure. Which ever led him from the gen’ral ranks Far in advance. from the walls of Troy. By great Achilles. Ill-fated parents both! nor thou to him. the desp’rate courage quench’d. But when her breath and spirit return’d again. and in my breast my beating heart Leaps to my mouth. Yet nought for him remains but ceaseless woe. With sudden burst of anguish thus she cried: ”Hector. By wooded Placos. and bade him yield to none. unhappy he. where stood the crowd. Chas’d to the plain. and with her went her maids. perchance in pity some May at their tables let him sip the cup. in Eetion’s house. she look’d around. and cheeks bedew’d with tears. The nuptial veil by golden Venus giv’n. my honour’d mother’s voice I hear. Then sudden darkness overspread her eyes. an infant still. on Priam’s house impends. Hector. With beating heart. Who nurs’d my infancy. Be unfulfill’d my words! yet much I fear Lest my brave Hector be cut off alone. And strangers on his heritage shall seize. like one distract. Our child.

and the various success of the several antagonists. of Trojans so surnam’d. that orphan boy. the darting the javelin: the various descriptions of which. beside the beaked ships. 354 . ARGUMENT. all naked. Since thou alone wast Troy’s defence and guard. Achilles and the Myrmidons do honour to the body of Patroclus. make the greatest part of the book. then sets fire to it. May drive him from their feast with blows and taunts. Was lull’d to slumber in his nurse’s arms On softest couch. the footrace.– But for thine honour in the sight of Troy. FUNERAL GAMES IN HONOUR OF PATROCLUS. at the pile. ’Begone! thy father sits not at our board:’ Then weeping. the women join’d her wail. place them in an urn of gold. Astyanax. Who on his father’s knees erewhile was fed On choicest marrow. the fight of the caestus. the two-and-thirtieth in burning it. the single combat. After the funeral feast he retires to the sea-shore. where. the work Of women’s hands. Achilles sacrifices several animals. when in sleep his childish play was hush’d. awaits him now.While youths. and raise the flame. Far from thy parents.” Weeping she spoke. Achilles institutes the funeral games: the chariot-race. to his widow’d mother’s arms He flies. On thee. the discus. by all delights surrounded. Astyanax. But grief. while within thy house Lies store of raiment. and demands the rites of burial: the next morning the soldiers are sent with mules and waggons to fetch wood for the pyre. Not for thy need–thou ne’er shalt wear them more. The funeral procession. He pays libations to the winds. which (at the instance of Iris) rise. and the offering their hair to the dead. when the rav’ning dogs Have had their fill. When the pile has burned all night. And. they gather the bones. But now on thee. rich and rare. the ghost of Patroclus appears to Achilles: the one-and-thirtieth day is employed in felling the timber for the pile. the wriggling worms shall feed. the wrestling. and raise the tomb. The scene is generally on the sea-shore. these will I burn with fire. and the fat of lambs. twelve Trojan captives. with both surviving parents bless’d. In this book ends the thirtieth day: the night following. and lastly. the shooting with arrows. the ghost of his friend appears to him. his father lost. falling asleep. and the three-and-thirtieth in the games.

Patroclus. Loose we not yet our horses from the cars. with hearts by Thetis grief-inspir’d. beside the couch Where lay Menoetius’ son. and share the ev’ning meal. in torrents. Then. and that twelve noble youths. The sons of Troy.BOOK XXIII. While he th’ abundant fun’ral feast dispens’d. Thrice round the dead they drove their sleek-skinn’d steeds. Flung prostrate in the dust. such tribute claim the dead. dispersing. And blood. Thus they throughout the city made their moan. Were wet. their sev’ral ways They each pursu’d. Then on his comrade’s breast Achilles laid His blood-stain’d hands. should slay. That on the corpse of Hector. yet with him they scarce prevail’d. Conducted. And many a sheep. To Agamemnon then the Kings of Greece The royal son of Peleus. and foully Hector’s corpse misus’d. rich in fat. But for Patroclus mourn. of polish’d brass. yet not so Achilles let his Myrmidons disperse. hither dragg’d. flow’d around the corpse. All that I promis’d. in vengeance for thy death. free indulgence to our sorrows giv’n. Loose we the steeds. so mighty was the chief they mourn’d. with tears the warriors’ arms. singeing o’er the fire. and many a bleating goat.” He said. His comrades then Their glitt’ring armour doff’d. before thy fun’ral pyre. But when the Greeks had come where lay their ships By the broad Hellespont. He to the clear-voic’d heralds gave command 355 . then round the ship Of Peleus’ son in countless numbers sat. With horse and car. There lay extended. Our dogs should feed. But when to Agamemnon’s tent they came. And many a white-tusk’d porker. and thus began the wail: ”All hail. Achilles led the strain. though in Pluto’s realm. My hand. Mourning. approaching near. lo! I now perform. With tears the sands. And loos’d their neighing steeds. and they with mingled voices rais’d The solemn dirge.” He said. But thus his warlike comrades he address’d: ”My faithful comrades. There many a steer lay stretch’d beneath the knife. So fierce his anger for his comrade’s death. valiant Myrmidons. swift of foot.

Achilles. With bitter groans. and with an oath refus’d. in a clear space he lay. whereon to weep. That with provision meet the dead may pass Down to the realms of night. till on the fun’ral pyre I see the body of Patroclus laid. great Agamemnon. The spirits and spectres of departed men Drive me far from them. nor allow to cross Th’ abhorred river. Where broke the waves. when laid upon the pyre. not the living. Neglecting. And to their wonted tasks the troops return. and beauteous eyes. gentle sleep. so shall the fire From out our sight consume our mighty dead. Observe we now the mournful fun’ral feast. There. The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied.An ample tripod on the fire to place. that I may pass Through Hades’ gloomy gates. on the beach. but forlorn and sad I wander through the wide-spread realms of night. his height. and thus it spoke: ”Sleep’st thou. Each to their sev’ral tents the rest repair’d. ere those be done. No second grief like this can pierce my soul. and his words obey’d. and cut my votive hair. 356 . And build his tomb. the very garb he wont to wear: Above his head it stood. by great Jove I swear. but the dead? Hasten. But on the many-dashing ocean’s shore Pelides lay. O’ercame his senses. And shar’d the social feast. amid his Myrmidons. and to the camp Bring store of fuel. and all else prepare. And give me now thy hand. circumfus’d around him. His very self. Sudden appear’d Patroclus’ mournful shade. my fun’ral rites. Then busily the ev’ning meal prepar’d. If haply Peleus’ son he might persuade To wash away the bloody stains of war: But sternly he. water shall not touch This head of mine. they listen’d. of all the Gods Highest and mightiest. nor lack’d there aught. For never more. King of men. for the hot pursuit Of Hector round the breezy heights of Troy His active limbs had wearied: as he slept. But thou. And voice.” He said. ”No. continuous. Lulling the sorrows of his heart to rest. mindless of thy friend. Send forth at early dawn. For while I live and move ’mid mortal men.

Apart from all our comrades. by evil chance. And twisted ropes.” He said. if thou wilt grant it. But draw thou near. As friends. as our youth Was spent together in thy father’s house. and all thy mind fulfil. lov’d being? why on me These sev’ral charges lay? whate’er thou bidd’st Will I perform. never more. The common lot of man. one request. like smoke.” Whom answer’d thus Achilles. men and mules. Weeping and wailing. thy Goddess-mother’s gift. They journey’d on. yet one thing must I add. Spirits and spectres. The golden vase. Went forth. his words the gen’ral grief arous’d: To them. Let not my bones be laid apart from thine. and with a wailing cry. by Agamemnon sent. there are then. has op’d his mouth. Led by a valiant chief. Their felling axes in their hands they bore. shall we two. and straight. Art destin’d here beneath the walls of Troy To meet thy doom. Vanish’d. Thou too. rival of the Gods. as round the piteous dead they mourn’d. And make. Let us. Up sprang Achilles. and thine attendant nam’d. he spread his longing arms. Achilles. stern Death. and smote His hands together. disputing o’er the dice: Me noble Peleus in his house receiv’d. From all the camp. The follower of renown’d Idomeneus. Achilles. And kindly nurs’d. now down. But nought he clasp’d. Meriones. for me. our grief indulge. their mules before them driv’n. and in one short embrace. now aslope. but together. but when they reach’d the foot 357 .Shall I return from Hades. sweet counsel take. in the realms below.” Thus as he spoke. unsubstantial all. all amaz’d. swift of foot: ”Why art thou here. and lamenting cried: ”O Heav’n. and told His bidding. the spirit beneath the earth. at my side. Since first my sire Menoetius me a boy From Opus brought. So in one urn be now our bones enclos’d. Now up. For through the night Patroclus’ shade hath stood. th’ image of himself it seem’d. now sideways. a luckless homicide. Who of Amphidamas. while yet we may. Appear’d the rosy-finger’d morn. Had slain the son. in search of fuel.

The follower of renown’d Idomeneus. they began With axes keen to hew the lofty oaks. hurrying to the plain. thus to Agamemnon spoke: 358 . loudly crashing. First came the horse. all the corpse with hair They cover’d o’er. To brave Patroclus thus I dedicate. all in vain to thee his pray’r My father Peleus made. his act the gen’ral grief arous’d. They. They rose and donn’d their arms. which from their heads they shore. And harness each his horses to his car. to the springs Where on thy consecrated soil is plac’d Thine incense-honour’d altar. When all the store Of wood was duly laid. He nurs’d in rich profusion. The axe-men too.” He said. and pil’d the wood on high. and on his comrade’s hand he laid The locks. Achilles held his head. the hair he vow’d. in the midst Patroclus came. the rest remain’d In masses seated.Of spring-abounding Ida. Unnumber’d. with sacrifice Of fifty rams. They laid him down. and vow’d that I. as thus lie spoke: ”Sperchius. And bound it to the mules. which on the beach They laid in order. and on the cars Warriors and charioteers their places took. fell: the wood they clove. And now the setting sun had found them still Indulging o’er the dead. and mourn’d The noble friend whom to the tomb he bore. unblemish’d. but Peleus’ son Approaching. Then on the spot by Peleus’ son assign’d. Borne by his comrades. Achilles had design’d. but Achilles bade The warlike Myrmidons their armour don. Which as an off’ring to Sperchius’ stream. so bade Meriones. since I no more My native land may see. and then a cloud of foot. Then a fresh thought Achilles’ mind conceiv’d: Standing apart. To thee should dedicate my hair. Return’d in safety to my native land. these took their way Through the thick brushwood. and pay A solemn hecatomb. where a lofty mound. But thou the boon withhold’st. so he vow’d. Were laden all with logs. In mem’ry of Patroclus and himself. sorrowing then Look’d o’er the dark-blue sea. the yellow locks he shore. Behind.

Apollo too a cloudy veil from Heav’n Spread o’er the plain. And all the corpse o’erlaid with roseate oil. with the sword. for Venus. Twelve noble youths he slew. Ambrosial.”Atrides. Priam’s son. the sons of Troy. for to thee the people pay Readiest obedience. but to the dogs I give. yet let the chiefs remain. Then a fresh thought Achilles’ mind conceiv’d: Standing apart. to whom the dead Was chiefly dear. and straight Dispers’d the crowd amid their sev’ral ships. mourning too prolong’d May weary. he slaughter’d two upon his pyre. laid the dead. Then. groaning loud. and added vows Of costly sacrifice. and bid prepare the morning meal. on both the ”Winds he call’d. of nine dogs that at their master’s board Had fed. pray’d 359 . though in Pluto’s realm! All that I promis’d. and pil’d the wood. Boreas and Zephyrus. night and day Daughter of Jove. Yet burnt not up Patroclus’ fun’ral pyre. Four pow’rful horses on the pyre he threw. Of all the beasts Achilles took the fat. lo! I now perform: On twelve brave sons of Trojan sires. but Hector. And. Th’ appointed band remain’d. but him the dogs Molested not. on his lov’d companion call’d: ”All hail. And heap’d the slaughter’d carcases around.” The monarch Agamemnon heard. with thee. Ours be the farther charge. The fire’s devouring might he then applied. Then many a sheep and many a slow-paced ox They flay’d and dress’d around the fun’ral pyre. A hundred feet each way they built the pyre. The flames shall feed. the rav’ning dogs restrain’d. by evil counsel sway’d. that though dragg’d along the earth. and cover’d all the space Where lay the dead. and pouring forth Libations from a golden goblet. nor let the blazing sun The flesh upon his limbs and muscles parch. next. groaning. and fragrant oils. Resting upon the couch. And on the summit.” Such was Achilles’ threat. thou then from the pyre the rest Disperse. Not to the fire. sorrowing. Patroclus. Last. And cover’d o’er the corpse from head to foot. Then jars of honey plac’d. The noble dead might not receive a wound.

” She said. and falling on the fun’ral pyre. moisten’d all the earth. Boreas. and vanish’d. 360 . They saw. quench we first With ruddy wine the embers of the pyre. Loud roar’d the crackling flames. Whose early death hath wrung his parents’ hearts. And o’er the Thracian sea. As mourns a father o’er a youthful son. Swift Iris on the stony threshold stood. his pray’r Swift Iris heard. and hecatombs. Then pal’d the smould’ring fire. So mourn’d Achilles o’er his friend’s remains. They in the hall of gusty Zephyrus Were gather’d round the feast. and thus address’d his speech: ”Thou son of Atreus. that the wood might haste to burn. in his hand a double cup. And with the fire consume the dead. and address’d them thus: ”No seat for me. Still calling on his lost Patroclus’ shade. He sat upright. and sank the flame. Achilles lay. With vows of sacrifice. Far as the flames extended. Achilles calls To fan the fun’ral pyre. whereon is laid Patroclus. they. And weary. the stirring breeze Ruffled the waves. and groan’d aloud. The wine outpouring. Rose. and before them drove the hurrying clouds: Soon o’er the sea they swept. Anon. from the pyre a space withdrawn. besought her each To sit beside him. they all night long With current brisk together fann’d the fire. o’ercome by gentle sleep. in haste appearing. whom following close Spreads o’er the sea the saffron-robed morn. All night Achilles from a golden bowl Drew forth. and loud-voic’d Zephyrus. and ye chiefs of Greece. To share the sacred feast. awaken’d by the tramp and din Of crowds that follow’d Atreus’ royal son. home the Winds return’d. for I o’er th’ ocean stream From hence am bound to AEthiopia’s shore. But when the star of Lucifer appear’d. Prostrate beside the pyre. and. mourn’d by all the host of Greece. that groan’d and heav’d Beneath their passage. But. thee. and rising all. and bore it to the Winds. with rushing sound. the fertile shores of Troy They reach’d.Their presence. The harbinger of light. she with their requests Refus’d compliance. Which there they offer to th’ immortal Gods.

And bade them sit. For well ye know how far my steeds excel. he thus address’d the Greeks: ”Thou son of Atreus. And noble steeds. and mules. who after me shall here remain. in days to come. two and twenty measures round. Till I myself shall in the tomb be laid. and in a golden urn remain. Two-handled. all had now withdrawn. Tripods and caldrons from the tents he brought. between a double layer of fat Enclos’d. in foal Of a mule colt. and build it broad and high. and in a golden urn encas’d. I to my tent should bear the foremost prize. then. he gave. next With care distinguishing. Steeds of immortal race. the third. a tripod vast. unbroken. Capacious of four measures. And o’er them build a mound. But of proportions meet. which Neptune gave 361 .” Thus spoke Achilles. for the contest of the flying cars The prizes he display’d: a woman fair. Horses and men commix’d. they quench’d with ruddy wine. overspread With veil of linen fair. then meting out Th’ allotted space. for the fourth. For any other cause these games were held. a vase With double cup. Ye Greeks. ye Greeks. while round the edges of the pyre. and ye well-greav’d Greeks. A mare. white and pure. the deep foundations laid Around the pyre. for in the midst He lay. Let these. But Peleus’ son the vast assembly stay’d. not over-large.And of Menoetius’ son. Then in the tent they laid them. standing up. and sturdy steers. By fire as yet untarnish’d. a caldron bright. the rest were burnt. First. Well skill’d in household cares. Then. Of gold two talents. These both were for the victor: for the next. Patroclus. Complete the work. Nor are they hard to know. untouch’d by fire. and thickly strown The embers lay. and iron hoar. Before ye are the prizes. they his words obey’d: Far as the flames had reach’d. six years old. Their task accomplished. for the fifth. And women fair of form. but if. collect the bones. prizes of the games. and o’er them heap’d the earth. Then tearfully their gentle comrade’s bones Collected. and with double layers of fat Enclos’d. which await The contest of the cars.

son of Neleus. far more than strength. transferr’d. who boast Your well-built chariots and your horses’ speed. they now have lost The daring courage and the gentle hand Of him who drove them. 362 . King of men. But though their horses have the speed of thine. dear boy. When by Apollo’s aid himself escap’d. ’twixt charioteer And charioteer ’tis skill that draws the line. Though shatter’d by the blast. mighty chief. the valiant Diomed. of all. Anchises’ son. their hearts with sorrow fill’d. he to me. o’er all the course. Drives reckless here and there. Atreus’ son. skill’d around the goal To whirl the chariot. Eumelus. But ye in order range yourselves. of Pylian race Were they who bore his car. By skill. of me Thou need’st no counsel. with drooping heads Down to the ground. by skill the steersman guides His flying ship across the dark-blue sea. My horses and myself. Podargus. One. Antilochus. though young in years thou art.” He said: up sprang the eager charioteers. But from the present strife we stand aloof. In skill not one of them surpasses thee. The fourth. Next. from AEneas won. Then Heav’n-born Menelaus. but safe at home Enjoy his ease. impatient for the course. That so thou mayst not fail to gain a prize. Harness’d his sleek-skinn’d steeds. that to the wars of Troy He might not be compell’d. Her now he yok’d. vainly trusting to his coursers’ speed. For him they stand and mourn. Yet Jove and Neptune love thee. The slowest horses: whence I augur ill. His own. in Sicyon’s wide domain. exert thine ev’ry art. had for yokefellow AEthe. Echepolus to Atrides gave. The first of all. Two flying coursers harness’d to his car. and with water pure Wash’d oft their manes. and bath’d with fragrant oil. a mare by Agamemnon lent: Her. and have well Instructed thee in horsemanship.To Peleus. Tydeus’ son. his sire Sage counsel pour’d in understanding ears: ”Antilochus. With Trojan horses. matchless charioteer. Then thou. his son. for Jove had bless’d his store With ample wealth. but thou hast. to him. Son of Admetus. the woodman fells The sturdy oak. the gallant son Of Nestor.

still fixing on the goal His eye. On either side have two white stones been plac’d. or pine. As that thy nave may seem to touch. Another. as only not to graze the post. if thou make the turn the first. and on the leader waits. Achilles pointed out. And there in charge the godlike Phoenix plac’d. or o’ertake. the goal: But yet beware. to observe The course assign’d. The fourth. nor overlooks The moment when to draw the rein. but holds His steady course. There drive. beneath their chests 363 . a goal. following. And let the nearside horse so closely graze. Ear on the level plain. leave Close on the left the stones. They mounted on their cars. Not though Arion’s self were in the car. Of shame to thee. And leaning o’er the wicker body. their eager steeds. They stood in line. some six feet high.His horses. Tydides drew his place. at random run. But ablest far. thou canst not miss: There stands a wither’d trunk. and thy chariot break. His father’s ancient follower. For. Nor those which here Laomedon possess’d. Thy steeds thou injure. after whom The valiant Menelaus. Next came the King Eumelus. Not one of all shall pass thee. turns closely round.” This said. They from the ships pursued their rapid course Athwart the distant plain. As now Achilles hath decreed. and slack his rein. Adrastus’ flying steed. Atreus’ son. Of oak. lest. and urg’d By rein. A source of triumph to thy rivals all. Meriones. Antilochus. A mark I give thee now. Fifth in the lists Meriones appear’d. But better skill’d. and true report to make. and all around there lies A smooth and level course. with inferior horses far. Where meet two roads. and last of all. and hand. striking on the stone. but thou sage caution use. unrotted by the rain. first leaped forth The lot of Nestor’s son. Or former generations here have plac’d. of heav’nly race. and to his son his counsels giv’n. the distant goal. Then all at once their whips they rais’d. The aged Nestor to his seat withdrew. here stood perchance The tomb of one who died long years ago. unrestrain’d. and voice. and cast their lots: Achilles shook the helmet. thine offside horse Then urge with voice and whip.

Felt their warm breath. Swerv’d from the track. and mute his cheerful voice. the fair-hair’d Menelaus came. The son of Atreus. urg’d no more. each with eager shout Cheering his steeds. that scour’d the dusty plain. and will make it good: 364 . were plainly seen The qualities of each. Now bounded high in air. And snapp’d his chariot yoke. and stretch ye to your utmost speed. Loose floated on the breeze their ample manes. Tydides turn’d aside. The Goddess then Admetus’ son pursued. Apollo wrested from his hands the whip. the dust. Strain’d to their utmost speed. Eumelus. disgrac’d. but Antilochus Thus to his father’s horses call’d aloud: ”Forward. The cars now skimm’d along the fertile ground. the charioteers Stood up aloft. the farthest limits of the course Attain’d. the skin was torn. and now. they turn’d beside the hoary sea. as they flew. restor’d his whip. on his neck and shoulders broad. his horses slack’d their speed. Then tears of anger from his eyelids fell. or hurricane. And hasting to the chief. Had he or pass’d. his eyes Were fill’d with tears. for Pallas gave His horses courage. then in the front Appear’d Eumelus’ flying mares. and next The Trojan horses of Tydides came: Nor these were far behind. perchance. by a mare. Their heads were downward bent. Next him. As gaining more and more the mares he saw. And to his horses strength and courage gave. why be left behind? This too I warn ye. I ask you not with those of Diomed In vain to strive. While. but following close They seem’d in act to leap upon the car. and ev’ry bosom beat With hope of vict’ry. my brave horses. But that. His forehead crush’d and batter’d in. mouth. Why. whom Pallas hath endued With added swiftness. and he himself Beside the wheel was from the chariot hurl’d. But haste ye. But when. the pole upon the ground Lay loosen’d from the car. for o’er him. and far ahead Of all the rest. But Pallas mark’d Apollo’s treach’rous wile. the mares. and his triumph will’d. and o’ertake Atrides’ car. and his triumph will’d. releas’d. incens’d with valiant Diomed. pass’d on.Rose like a cloud. and nose. Nor be by AEthe. From elbows. or made an even race.

where wider grows the road. in the dust be roll’d. thou wilt but cause Our cars to clash. as defeated.” Thus he. but on thine oath. as not to fail Of slipping past them in the narrow way.” He said. the horses. Here is no space. Put forth their pow’rs awhile. Fearing collision. So far they ran together. before them soon Antilochus the narrow pass espied. The son of Atreus to Antilochus Shouted aloud. but madlier drove Antilochus. the cars Should be o’erthrown. and put forth all your speed. And I will so contrive. Then rouse ye now. to Antilochus: ”Antilochus. of his voice in awe. but Antilochus. and they themselves.” He said. ”Antilochus. but here. and hollow’d out the ground: There Menelaus held his cautious course. and had broken through A length of road. Plying the goad. and soon the leaders near’d. where the winter’s rain Had lain collected. 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. by some stout youth. and to his horses call’d aloud: ”Slack not your speed. That tests his vigour. seated in the ring.No more at Nestor’s hand shall ye receive Your provender. Drawing his steeds a little from the track. If by your faults a lower prize be ours. Lest. There thou mayst pass. mourn. Far as a discus’ flight. 365 . in haste To gain the vict’ry. thou driv’st Like one insane. Put forth their pow’rs. Meanwhile the chieftains. reproachful.” He said. nor. side by side: Then dropp’d Atrides’ horses to the rear. as though he heard him not. It was a gully. the prize. Their legs and feet will sooner tire than yours. of his voice in awe. from the shoulder hurl’d. and bring us both to harm. the horses. meeting in the narrow pass. Then thus. For he himself forbore to urge their speed. For both are past the vigour of their youth. hold in awhile thy steeds. but with the sword be slain. Bore down upon him sideways: then in fear.

Atreus’ son. appoint The umpire to decide whose steeds are first? So shalt thou gain thy knowledge at thy cost. that led at first. among the chiefs of Greece Of small account–so stubborn is thy soul. though of AEtolian race. in judgment naught. Nor look they out the sharpest from thy head.” To whom in anger thus the Cretan chief: ”Ajax. must have met with some mischance. and look yourselves. The first to see them was Idomeneus. 366 . Who reigns o’er Greeks. and thus the Greeks address’d: ”O friends. Well too he knew the gallant horse that led. Perchance has miss’d the turn. And for aught else.Look’d for the cars. but to me it seems a chief. Or round the goal he could not hold the mares. A diff’rent charioteer.” He said. for he. and from afar He heard and knew the foremost horseman’s voice. and on the plain Is lying now beside his broken car. though all around My eyes explore the wide-spread plain of Troy. valiant Diomed. that scour’d the dusty plain. ’tis he that holds the reins. Perchance the charioteer has dropp’d the reins. Wilt thou a tripod or a caldron stake. Eumelus’ mares. ere round the goal they turn’d. Can ye too see. without the ring. up sprang Oileus’ active son. So rashly speak? while the high-stepping steeds Are speeding yet across the distant plain. But see them now no more. the chiefs and councillors of Greece. I saw them late. Since others are there here. and they who first Were leading. or I alone. The same are leading now. All bay the rest. why thus.” Sharply Oileus’ active son replied: ”Idomeneus. the cars? A diff’rent chariot seems to me in front. While from the course his mettled steeds have flown. thy betters far. Was posted high aloft. The Cretan King. Thine eyes are not the youngest in the camp. The son of Tydeus. but on his front alone A star of white. But thou art ever hasty in thy speech. Stand up. I cannot well Distinguish. at wrangling good. before the time. full-orbed as the moon: Then up he rose. And ill becomes thee this precipitance. And Agamemnon.

but rapidly his ground He gain’d–so well the speed and courage serv’d Of AEthe.In anger to reply. yet e’en so Atrides’ flying coursers press’d him hard. both Ajax and Idomeneus. And. but Tydeus’ son drew near. who so should speak. Still on the charioteer the dust was flung. high-stepping. As close upon the flying-footed steeds Follow’d the car with gold and tin inlaid. Their coming wait. Nor long delay’d the valiant Sthenelus. but a little farther were the course. The faithful follower of Idomeneus: 367 . a discus’ cast Between them lay. and seated in the ring. and farther yet Had gone the quarrel. I know. Who had by stratagem. and not by speed. It is not seemly. O’er Menelaus triumph’d. and thus the rival chiefs address’d: ”Forbear. his lash Still laid upon his horses’ shoulder-points. Agamemnon’s beauteous mare. nor left the race in doubt. But stay ye here. This bitter interchange of wordy war. when harness’d to a royal car. they. Down from the glitt’ring car he leap’d to earth. close before the wheel. with the utmost hairs Brushes the felloes. back-streaming. Had pass’d him by. Will soon be here. Another would condemn. and then shall each man know Whose horses are the second. at first. For but so far as from the chariot-wheel A horse. scour’d the plain. he scours the wide-spread plain: So far was Menelaus in the rear Of Nestor’s son. the sweat profuse Down-pouring from his horses’ heads and chests. And lightly. and yourselves. Small space between. Nest came the horses of Antilochus. whose the first. Then to his brave companions gave in charge To lead away the woman. Behind the noble son of Atreus came. but Achilles’ self Stood up. And lean’d his whip against the chariot yoke. As lightly they. Whose tail.” Thus he. while himself unyok’d the steeds. as they flew along. But eagerly sprang forth to claim the prize. Meriones. hurrying to the goal. There in the midst he stood. were left Impress’d the wheel-tracks on the sandy plain. A jav’lin’s flight apart. and to bear The tripod.

He went. and himself The least experienc’d in the rapid race. and bade the Greeks 368 .” He said. of these. And to Achilles.” Thus he. from Asteropaeus won. Yet had he to th’ Immortals made his pray’r. Burning with wrath against Antilochus. Admetus’ son. and bade Automedon. and let who will Stand forth. my own right hand shall guard my prize.His were the slowest horses. and smil’d Achilles swift of foot. for my prize Thou tak’st away. And sheep. around whose edge is roll’d a stream Of shining tin. but noble Nestor’s son. And while the herald in the monarch’s hand His royal sceptre plac’d. his friend And comrade. and brass. bring the breastplate from his tent. because mishap befell His car and horses. To whom his winged words he thus address’d: ”Antilochus. and female slaves. they all assented to his words. but for the mare. Thy tents contain good store of gold. thou wilt do me grievous wrong. hereafter mayst thou take A prize of higher value. as meet. the mare Had now been his. came last of all. if such be thy request. And to the Greeks his winged words address’d: ”See where the best of all the last appears. For him. Achilles swift of foot with pity saw. and to him I give My breastplate. in Eumelus’ hand He plac’d it. by the gen’ral voice of Greece. Delighted. sad at heart.” He said. a gift of goodly price. replied: ”Achilles. by no fault of his. I will not give her up. for he lov’d the noble youth. His horses driv’n in front. But. he with joy the gift receiv’d. The first belongs of right to Tydeus’ son. But let him take. Of brass. if so thy mind incline. pitying him. Dragging his broken car. And. stood up. and brought it. And with th’ applause of all. Peleus’ son. Antilochus. the second prize. If thou thy words accomplish. and noble steeds. This too I grant thee. Then Menelaus. He surely had not thus been last of all. That for Eumelus I should add a prize. arose. or e’en now. his right to claim.

am thy junior far.” Thus saying. thus the godlike hero spoke: ”Antilochus. and if aught else of mine Thou shouldst desire. illustrious King. But come. To any other man of all the Greeks 369 . What hast thou done? thou hast impugn’d my skill. upon the horses lay Thy hand. seek not henceforth By trick’ry o’er thine elders to prevail. and in judgment weak. And sham’d my horses. the mare I won I freely give. How quick in temper. for ’tis fair and just. noble chief. Than all my life be low’r’d. and by set design. before the car And horses. thou art prudent. O King. noble Nestor’s son led forth. O Menelaus. ye chiefs and councillors of Greece. And standing. Inferior far. e’en so thy soul. In thine esteem. Set then thy heart at ease. Judge ye between us. as ’tis meet. and by Earth-shaking Neptune swear That not of malice. Nor deem I any Greek will find to blame In my decision. but now thy youth Thy judgment hath o’erpow’r’d.” To whom Antilochus with prudent speech: ”Have patience with me yet. before them to the goal. Or come now. like the dew Which glitters on the ears of growing corn. Thou didst by fraud impede my chariot’s course. till now reputed wise. O Menelaus. in thy hand the slender whip Wherewith thou drov’st. for I. melted at his speech. would sooner give it all. come forward. and himself Triumphant only by superior pow’r. who hast brought thine own. To whom were thus address’d thy winged words: ”Antilochus. and sin against the Gods. at once I lay aside My anger. fav’ring neither side: That none of all the brass-clad Greeks may say That Menelaus hath by false reports O’erborne Antilochus. That bristle o’er the plain. And plac’d in Menelaus’ hands the mare: The monarch’s soul was melted. and holds his prize: His horses fairly worsted. and not apt To be thus led astray.Keep silence. I myself will judgment give. Antilochus. Thou know’st th’ o’er-eager vehemence of youth. My elder and superior thee I own.

and give. For age with heavy hand hath bow’d thee down. In mem’ry of Patroclus’ fun’ral games. [8] And grudging more my triumph. The sons of Actor in the chariot-race Alone o’ercame me.” He said. or in sportive strife The jav’lin throw. In hurling with the spear. The faithful comrade of Antilochus. vie with me. Whom thou no more amid the Greeks shalt see. as of old.” He said. and to Noemon gave in charge. and drove. but for that Thyself hast labour’d much. is simple truth: No firmness now my limbs and feet retain. Of gold two talents. Achilles this to Nestor gave. for thou no more Canst box. old man. I with ease o’erthrew. Still drove. and much endur’d. himself the glitt’ring caldron took. who stood up To wrestle with me. And Polydorus. Freely I give it thee. though fleet of foot. Remain’d. and surpass’d them both. but now must younger men 370 . in my cause: I yield me to thy pray’rs. Before th’ assembled Greeks. or race with flying feet. As when th’ Epeians in Buprasium held The royal Amarynceus’ fun’ral games. right and left. Fourth in the race. Clytomedes. The mare. to boot. and plac’d it in his hand. And when the monarch’s sons his prizes gave! Then could not one of all th’ Epeian race. This contest to reward. the other plied the whip. strike out. Still the fifth prize. unyielding mood. that these may know I am not of a harsh. OEnops’ son. to the fourth assign’d. Or Pylians. Iphiclus I outran. Meriones receiv’d. with Phyleus strove. as in number more. or wrestle.I scarce so much had yielded. Such was I once. Straight from the shoulder. I vanquished. and thus replied: ”All thou hast said. the richest prize. my son. a vase with double cup. one who held the reins. since remain’d. They were twin brothers. then Anchaeus. and brother. Nor can my arms with freedom. th’ old man Beceiv’d with joy the gift. and for an heirloom keep. thy good sire. Thou. The mare. as thus he spoke: ”Take this. though mine of right. Oh that such youth and vigour yet were mine. In boxing. or AEtolians.

The mule. to reward The labours of the sturdy pugilists. And there had vanquish’d all of Cadmian race. and said: ”Stand forth. Is’t not enough. Achilles listen’d to the praise Of Neleus’ son. but this I say. up sprang Epeius.” He said. My heart rejoicing that thou still retain’st Of me a kindly mem’ry. who glory in the champion’s name. the son of Panopeus. which among the Greeks Belongs to me of right. See that his seconds be at hand. With cheering words. he had once in Thebes Join’d in the fun’ral games of OEdipus. he set forth the prizes. And in the boxer’s manly toil contend. and wishes of success. And he. that in the battle-field I claim no special praise? ’tis not for man In all things to excel. and prompt To bear him from the ring. tall and stout. a godlike chief. recogniz’d by all the Greeks. by me subdued. He to his tent shall lead the hardy mule. must bow to weary age. Next. for this. six years old. and smash his bones. whose stern endurance Phoebus crowns With vict’ry. the chief Of heroes once.” He said. no Greek can bear away From me. Stood forth opposing. thy gift. if any care the cup to win. Unbroken. methinks. who meets me here. A hardy mule he tether’d in the ring. and I. I mean to pound his flesh. Who laid his hand upon the mule. But honour thou with fitting fun’ral games Thy comrade: I accept. and ye well-greav’d Greeks. A boxer skill’d. The loser shall the double cup receive. And will make good my words. nor o’erlook’st The place of honour. the Gods Reward thee with a worthy recompense!” He said. Son of Mecistheus. On him attended valiant Diomed. And for the vanquished man. Then rose. most hard to tame. 371 . Talaion’s son. well-pleas’d. they all in silence heard his speech: Only Euryalus. a double cup. then join’d the gen’ral throng.Engage in deeds like these. For these we bid two champions brave stand forth. and to the Greeks proclaim’d aloud: ”Thou son of Atreus.

as sternly they For vict’ry and the well-wrought tripod strove. legs and feet Knock’d from beneath him. Each propping each. Then rose. And for the vanquish’d man. then clos’d. with dragging steps. Of wild bull’s hide. their sweat pour’d down like rain. But brave Epeius took him by the hand. prone to earth he fell. and straight uprose the giant form Of Ajax Telamon. and full upon the cheek. and loudly to the Greeks proclaim’d. strong hand with hand Mingling. laid hold on each. his comrades crowded round And bore him from the field. Creak’d their backbones beneath the tug and strain Of those strong arms. a tripod vast. face to face. let fall a stagg’ring blow. So flounder’d he beneath that stunning blow. profuse. skill’d in household work. within his tent They laid him down. but. So stubbornly he stood. And bloody weals of livid purple hue Their sides and shoulders streak’d. And each. unconscious. within the ring they stood. Till cover’d o’er by the returning wave. whoe’er this contest will essay. Nor stood Euryalus. bore away the cup. a female slave Pric’d at four oxen. Thrown by rude Boreas on the weedy beach. with him uprose Ulysses. in rapid interchange of blows.” He said. As stand two rafters of a lofty house. by skilful architect Design’d the tempest’s fury to withstand. with sinewy arms uprais’d. the sweat Pour’d forth. with stalwart grasp. And at twelve oxen by the Greeks apprais’d. Dire was the clatter of their jaws. but when the Greeks 372 . from ev’ry limb. Nor Ajax bring Ulysses to the ground. Then gave the well-cut gauntlets for his hands. They stood awhile. that flounders on the sand. Spitting forth clotted gore. And rais’d him up. to the ring Then back returning. then rush’d Epeius on. his heavy head Rolling from side to side. ”Stand forth.Around his waist he fasten’d first the belt. fire-proof. Achilles next before the Greeks display’d The prizes of the hardy wrestlers’ skill: The victor’s prize. And as a fish. Nor could Ulysses Ajax overthrow. Girt with the belt. Into the centre of the ring they stepp’d: There. When both were thus equipp’d. Half turn’d aside. skill’d in ev’ry crafty wile.

on his friend’s behalf. Assign’d as his reward. thence o’er the misty sea Brought by Phoenicians. Laertes’ godlike son. And marvell’d. the giant Ajax backwards fell. that both together fell. Priam’s son. a silver bowl. by Euneus last. Six measures its content. Yet crook’d his knee. and to the Greeks proclaim’d aloud. as from the goal 373 .” He said: uprose Oileus’ active son. the people saw. Nor he his ancient craft remember’d not. Or lift thou me. skill’d in ev’ry wile. He rose. who. Who all the youth in speed of foot surpass’d. of Sidon’s costliest art The product rare. a little way he mov’d. Antilochus. both then bear away An equal meed of honour. Which now Achilles. And side by side. to Patroclus paid. their garments donn’d. The prizes of the runners. And half a talent. Achilles next set forth. Thus to Ulysses mighty Ajax spoke: ”Ulysses sage. Gave it to Thoas. nor waste your strength. for the third. or I will thee uplift: The issue of our struggle rests with Jove.” He said. was the second prize. And noble Nestor’s son. Then in turn Ulysses strove Ajax to lift. ”Stand forth. in port arriv’d. But fail’d to lift him fairly from. the ground. They stood in line: Achilles pointed out The limits of the course. whoe’er this contest will essay. and speediest in the race. swift of foot. defil’d with dust. But lock’d his leg around. That other Greeks may other contests wage. The son of Jason. they lay.” Thus spoke Achilles: they his words obey’d. whoe’er should prove The lightest foot. And brushing off the dust. In ransom of Lycaon.Were weary of the long-protracted strife. And now a third encounter had they tried But rose Achilles. in farther strife. for workmanship Unmatch’d on earth. Uprose Ulysses. and rais’d Ulysses from the ground. the joint Gave way. Ye both are victors. Ulysses on his breast. well fatten’d. and withdraw. of gold. and striking sharp Upon the hollow of the knee. A steer. and the combat stay’d: ”Forbear.

Next. Ulysses thus To blue-ey’d Pallas made his mental pray’r: ”Now hear me. And all his limbs with active vigour fill’d. Antilochus the sole remaining prize Receiv’d. but what yourselves do know. And. laughing. and his feet Trod in his steps. Oileus’ son First shot ahead. but for speed Not one can match him. as he strain’d to win the prize. How of the elder men th’ immortal Gods Take special care. loud laugh’d the merry Greeks.” Thus as he spoke.” Thus as he pray’d. save Achilles’ self. Ulysses following close. ere settled yet the dust. His mouth and nostrils were with offal fill’d. Tripp’d up by Pallas. friends. Amid the offal of the lowing kine Which o’er Patroclus Peleus’ son had slain. Nor farther than the shuttle from the breast Of some fair woman. To whom in answer thus Achilles spoke: ”Antilochus. Who guards Ulysses with a mother’s care. But as they near’d the goal. and back Withdraws it tow’rd her breast. Sputt’ring the offal out. Ulysses bore away The silver bowl.They stretch’d them to the race. as the plain He lightly skimm’d. how the Goddess has my steps bewray’d.” Thus he. Goddess. and my feet befriend. One of a former age. and race of men. in the ring the son of Peleus laid 374 . and. so close behind Ulysses press’d on Ajax. the Greeks with eager shouts Still cheering. Ajax slipp’d and fell. thus the Greeks address’d: ”I tell you. he call’d aloud: ”Lo. but here we see a man. his pray’r the Goddess heard. A hale old man we call him. with praise implied of Peleus’ son. Antilochus with joy the gift receiv’d.” Thus saying. First in the race. And as upon the horn he laid his hand. when her outstretch’d arm Has thrown the woof athwart the warp. in his hand he plac’d the gold. for Ajax’ years not much Exceed mine own. as they stretch’d their hands to seize the prize. not unobserv’d of me Nor unrewarded shall thy praise remain: To thy half talent add this second half. the steer to Ajax fell. His breath was on his shoulders.

And Tydeus’ son. Diomed receiv’d. as a quoit Once wielded by Eetion’s giant strength. their sharp-edg’d weapons grasp. nor to the town For lack of iron. And in my tent a noble banquet share. though widely may extend His fertile fields. For Ajax fearing. and through the air 375 . first draw blood. With belt and scabbard. uprose great Ajax Telamon. When. and thrice in combat clos’d. My trophy from Asteropaeus won. and Leonteus’ godlike strength. But to the ships with other trophies borne. Epeius. The spoil Patroclus from Sarpedon won. and a shield. of Thracian metal. His glitt’ring weapon flash’d at Ajax’ throat. This prize who wins. for five revolving years It will his wants supply. near they came. Next in the ring the son of Peleus plac’d A pond’rous mass of iron. a helmet. son of Telamon. they donn’d their arms. but the arms In common property they both shall hold. In turns they took their stand. And. and loudly to the Greeks proclaim’d: ”For these we call upon two champions brave To don their arms. And public trial of their prowess make. He shall this silver-studded sword receive. through his armour piercing. First. with haughty stare Stood in the midst. Then rose. Well-wrought. aim’d above the mighty shield’s defence. Then. Then through the buckler round of Diomed Great Ajax drove his spear. Need he his shepherd or his ploughman send. Thrice rush’d they on. But from Achilles’ hand the mighty sword. whoe’er this contest will essay. from the crowd apart. each approaching other. nor reach’d the point Tydides’ body. eager for the fight. and share alike the prize. with this mass in store. And he who first his rival’s flesh shall reach. Epeius first Uprais’d the pond’rous mass. the Greeks admiring gaz’d.” He said. And mighty Ajax. and valiant Polypoetes rose.A pond’rous spear.” He said. Then rose. by the breastplate stay’d: While. When by Achilles’ hand Eetion fell. the valiant Diomed. and loudly to the Greeks proclaim’d: ”Stand forth. shouted then the Greeks To cease the fight.

he plac’d. On which. Next came Leonteus. fell beside Meriones. from whose stalwart hand Beyond the farthest mark the missile flew. the hatchets should receive. and Meriones. They in a brass-bound helmet shook the lots. while the string Dropp’d. scion true of Mars. And to the far-destroying King he vow’d Of firstling lambs a solemn hecatomb. he drew the string. And to the ships the monarch’s gift convey’d. beneath the wing. amid the laughter of the Greeks. The first was Teucer’s. far as a herdsman throws His staff. with drooping head. Right through the arrow pass’d. The bird releas’d. The third was Ajax. of iron hoar. 376 . with slender string. Thus spoke Achilles. that. Aloft amid the clouds he mark’d the dove. whirling. tow’rds the earth. from the mast suspended. And noble Polypoetes’ comrades rose. his own already held His arrow. And pinions flutt’ring vain. Meriones the axes bore away. but should fail to strike the bird. The archers’ prizes next. th’ admiring crowd with wonder gaz’d. and to the earth Returning. Then snatch’d Meriones in haste the bow From Teucer’s hand. So far beyond the ring’s extremest bound He threw the pond’rous mass. That who should strike the dove should to his tent The axes bear away. The faithful follower of Idomeneus. But when the valiant Polypoetes took The quoit in hand. As less in skill. loud were the shouts. straight uprose the might Of royal Teucer. for the Archer-God Withheld his aid. soar’d heav’nward. as she soar’d. And struck her. a tim’rous dove Was fasten’d by the foot. The bird upon the dark-prow’d vessel’s mast Lighted awhile. with impetuous force He shot. pointed straight. While Teucer to the ships the hatchets bore. Ten sturdy axes. Lifeless. the archers’ mark. then far away Rear’d on the sand a dark-prow’d vessel’s mast. And loudly shouted their applause the Greeks.Hurl’d it. anon. And single hatchets ten. The dove he struck not. double-edg’d. but close beside her foot The arrow sever’d the retaining string. but who the string Should sever. afar she fell. but vow’d not to the Archer-King Of firstling lambs a solemn hecatomb. flies among the herd.

The son of Atreus. and Iris to Priam. take thou this prize. And as many more are spent in the truce allowed for his interment. Achilles. and caldron. He sets forth in his chariot. Mercury descends in the shape of a young man. Atrides. while the body of Hector lies in the tent of Achilles. untouch’d by fire. If so it please thee. while in Talthybius’ care. gave to brave Meriones The brazen spear. such were my advice. and Meriones. Pric’d at an ox’s worth. The lamentation of Andromache. and Helen. burnish’d bright. grants his request. And with the jav’lin what thy pow’r and skill Pre-eminent. Uprose then Agamemnon. makes ready for the journey. moved with compassion. casts himself at his feet. Hecuba. detains him one night in his tent. His herald. and let us give To brave Meriones the brazen spear. ARGUMENT.” He said. THE REDEMPTION OF THE BODY OF HECTOR. King of men. The games were ended. with a waggon loaded with presents. The time of twelve days is employed in this book. under the charge of Idaeus the herald. Their conversation on the way Priam finds Achilles at his table. and the multitude Amid the ships their sev’ral ways dispers’d: 377 .Last. For those who with the jav’lin would contend. The old king. with the solemnities of the funeral. in the ring the son of Peleus laid A pond’rous spear. King of men. Jupiter sends Thetis to Achilles to dispose him for the restoring it. and Agamemnon. and the next morning sends him home with the body. The faithful follower of Idomeneus: But Peleus’ godlike son address’d them thus: ”How far. The gods deliberate about the redemption of Hector’s body. and partly in Troy. and conducts him to the pavilion of Achilles. BOOK XXIV. we know. thou excell’st us all. Assenting. and begs for the body of his son. and treat for it. plac’d the King his noble prize. And bear it to thy ships. The scene is partly in Achilles’ camp. to which he is encouraged by an omen from Jupiter. the Trojans run out to meet him. to encourage him to go in person. notwithstanding the remonstrances of his queen.

bitter tears he shed. Of mind unrighteous. all the deeds They two together had achiev’d. Leaving the prostrate corpse with dust defil’d. Nor did the morn. Unmark’d of him arise. his flying steeds He then would harness. and his child. who with pity view’d The hero. nor. Then starting to his feet. and urg’d That Hermes should by stealth the corpse remove. delighted. amid The strife of warriors.Some to their supper. But when the twelfth revolving day was come. Who to his sheepfold came. retain’d The hatred. and round him threw His golden aegis. though in death. Now turning on his side. though dragg’d along. but to and fro Restless he toss’d. and inflexible 378 . The counsel pleas’d the rest. And Neptune. and now again Upon his back. some to gentle sleep Yielding. The perils they had undergone. his aged sire And people. His mother. behind the car The corpse of Hector trailing in the dust. and on Patroclus thought. unappeas’d. Since Paris to the rival Goddesses. gave deep offence. the blessed Gods With pitying grief beheld the sight. with which of old Troy and her King and people they pursued. would he roam. Then would he turn within his tent to rest. of bulls and choicest goats Receiv’d your off’rings meet? and fear ye now E’en his dead corpse to save. but Juno still. Gods. and to raise His fun’ral pile. ungrateful! have ye not. then prone upon his face. despairing. His vigour and his courage. At Hector’s hand. not on him Lighted all-conqu’ring sleep. and. along the shore All objectless. But from unseemly marks the valiant dead Apollo guarded. Apollo thus th’ assembled Gods address’d: ”Shame on ye. and grant his wife. but Achilles still Mourn’d o’er his lov’d companion. and with due rites entomb? But fell Achilles all your aid commands. Preferring her who brought him in return The fatal boon of too successful love. the toils. Thrice make the circuit of Patroclus’ tomb. Allow’d his body to receive a wound. and the blue-ey’d Maid. Thus foully did Achilles in his rage Misuse the mighty dead. and the angry waves. above the sea appearing. Stirr’d by such mem’ries. to behold him.

For never did he fail his gifts to bring. A man may lose his best-lov’d friend. Thou too. after death. And I with prudent words will counsel her. Ye. wast there. Who in his rage insults the senseless clay. restrain thy wrath. and promptly on his errand sprang The storm-swift Iris. E’en as a lion. and set brave Hector free.” To whom. yet was Hector once. The other. and chief to me. Yet shall bold Hector’s body. Or his own mother’s son. and to a mortal gave In marriage. whom his mighty strength And dauntless courage lead to leap the fold. a brother dear: He mourns and weeps. This is not to his praise. be remov’d. they shall not both Attain like honour. attended all the marriage rites. Achilles. of a Goddess born. unrelenting. indignant. That so Achilles may at Priam’s hand Large ransom take. didst share the feast.His stubborn heart. A mortal one. his thoughts are all of blood. white-arm’d Juno thus: ”Some show of reason were there in thy speech. around his comrade’s tomb. whom I Nurtur’d and rear’d. foully drags.” To whom the Cloud-compeller answer’d thus: ”Juno. For day and night his Goddess-mother keeps Her constant watch beside him. arbiter of good and ill. Yet thus our anger he may justly rouse. Of all the mortals that in Ilium dwell. And conscience. such worship I receiv’d. Gods. God of the silver bow. though brave he be. false friend. in the dark-blue sea She plung’d. and nurs’d at woman’s breast. a son. playing on thy lyre. And. of the race of man. could Hector boast Of equal dignity with Peleus’ son. Then. companion base. E’en so Achilles hath discarded ruth. best belov’d By all th’ Immortals. Dearest to all the Gods. And ’mid the trembling flocks to seize his prey. burnt-off ’rings and libations due My altars crown. gave to Peleus. And with.” He said. midway ’twixt Imbros’ rugged shore 379 . some God Bid Thetis hither to my presence haste. but time his grief allays. not without The knowledge of Achilles. For fate to man a patient mind hath giv’n: But godlike Hector’s body. Lash’d to his car.

And thus thy rev’rence and thy love retain. mad with rage. There found she Thetis in a hollow cave. sorrowing to Olympus com’st. And thus address’d her: ”Hasten. Thetis. to the beach Ascending. Pallas made way. Then thus began the sire of Gods and men: ”Thou. She rose to go. doom’d to die Far from his home. Then haste thee to the camp. Thetis. Swift-footed Iris at her side appear’d. she the cup receiv’d. yet will I go: Nor shall he speak in vain. Yet hear the cause for which I summon’d thee. Iris meantime to Priam I will send. Juno proff’ring to her hand A goblet fair of gold. and by the throne of Jove Sat Thetis. that beside the beaked ships. Borne down by ceaseless grief. He. As down to ocean’s lowest depths she dropp’d. than which none deeper could be found. and I above the rest Am angry. summons thee. for nine days Hath contest been in Heav’n.” To whom the silver-footed Goddess thus: ”What would with me the mighty King of Heav’n? Press’d as I am with grief. upwards straight to Heav’n they sprang. and drank.And Samos’ isle. This to Achilles’ praise I mean to turn. her veil the Goddess took. And valiant Hector’s body. the corpse of Hector keeps: So may he fear me. and to thy son My message bear. was weeping o’er the fate Her matchless son awaiting. the parting waters plash’d. tell him that all the Gods Are fill’d with wrath. Lord of immortal counsel. Like to a plummet.” Thus as she spoke. whate’er his words. and some have urg’d That Hermes should by stealth the corpse remove. And rang’d around him all th’ immortal Gods. ocean’s parted waves Around their path receded. And bid him seek the Grecian ships. to bear Destruction to the sea’s voracious tribes. Around her rang’d the Ocean Goddesses: She. About Achilles. I am asham’d To mingle with the Gods. thy victorious son. and restore the dead. I know it well. on fertile plains of Troy. the storm-swift Iris led The way before her. which the fisherman Lets fall. All black. and adding words Of welcome. Jove. encas’d in wild bull’s horn. in the midst. and there Obtain his son’s release: and with him bring 380 . Th’ all-seeing son of Saturn there they found.

for short thy time on earth: Death and imperious fate are close at hand. Some aged man.” Thus. Nor disobedient to the Gods’ behest But will with pitying eyes his suppliant view. And gently touch’d him with her hand. the corpse of Hector keep’st. wilt thou thy soul consume With grief and mourning. and to the city back To bring his dead. ransom let him bring. to abstain From woman’s love. from Olympus’ height. that beside the beaked ships Thou. no Trojan with him. and bear His dead away.” He said. a messenger from Jove To thee I come. Then ransom take. And bid him seek the Grecian ships. their lengthen’d converse held. in the concourse of the ships. my son. and with him take Such presents as may melt Achilles’ heart. For them a goodly sheep. nor void of sense. as his escort.Such presents as may melt Achilles’ heart. him found she in his tent. Plying their tasks. Then Saturn’s son to Iris gave command: ”Haste thee. swift of foot. full-fleec’d.” To whom Achilles. and there Obtain his son’s release. Alone. but from others will protect. to tell thee that the Gods Are fill’d with wrath. swift Iris. To Troy.” He said. Nor let the fear of death disturb his mind: Hermes shall with him. mindful nor of food Nor sleep? nor dost thou wisely. must he go. and on his errand sped in haste 381 . Down from Olympus’ heights in haste she sped. they two. Mother and son. the silver-footed Queen obey’d. mad with rage. and he above the rest Is angry. ”How long. was slain. Groaning with anguish. Not ignorant is he. prepar’d the morning meal. and liberate the dead. and said. go. Close by his side his Goddess-mother stood. And to Achilles’ presence safely bring. his smoothly-rolling car And mules to drive. while his comrades round. to royal Priam bear my words. And sought her son. replied: ”So be it. nor he himself Will slay him. Yet may a herald on his steps attend. Hear then my words. if such the will of Jove. Arriv’d within the tent. whom great Achilles slew.

when to Priam’s house She came. and vanish’d straight: He to his sons commandment gave. no Trojan with thee. he bids thee ransom home The godlike Hector’s corpse.” Swift-footed Iris said. the sounds of wailing met her ear. the mules To yoke beneath the smoothly-rolling car.” So he. But here on kindly errand am I sent: To thee I come. Within the court. while his limbs with terror shook: ”Fear nothing. Say then. but Hecuba lamenting cried. and said. And whisper’d. but from others will protect. himself had heap’d. close cover’d with his robe. nor void of sense. and to the city back To bring thy dead. Yet may a herald on thy steps attend. his head and neck with dirt defil’d. wallowing on the earth. around their father.The storm-swift Iris. Alone. Nor let the fear of death disturb thy mind: Hermes shall with thee. Their sire. Who from on high looks down on thee with eyes Of pitying love. not for ill. as thine escort. with countless treasures stor’d. upon his hoary head. Arriv’d within the tent. Which. Who bids me seek the Grecian ships. and with thee take Such presents as may melt Achilles’ heart. ”Good wife. must thou go. Nor let thy mind be troubled. son of Dardanus. a messenger from Jove hath come. Not ignorant is he. Some aged man. go. And in the midst. Beside him stood the messenger of Jove. Priam. whom great Achilles slew. And call’d to Hecuba his wife. and with me take Such presents as may melt Achilles’ heart. nor he himself Will slay thee. Throughout the house his daughters loudly wail’d In mem’ry of the many and the brave Who lay in death. by Grecian warriors slain. Himself the lofty cedar chamber sought. and there Obtain my son’s release. Fragrant. high-roof’d. And on the axle fix the wicker seat. their raiment all bedew’d with tears. a messenger from Jove. sat His sons. 382 . With his own hands. what think’st thou? for my mind inclines To seek the ships within the Grecian camp. And to Achilles’ presence safely bring. thy smoothly-rolling car And mules to drive. Nor disobedient to the Gods’ behest. But will with pitying eyes his suppliant view.

For him. burnish’d bright. or sacrificing priest. then a cup of beauty rare. when at his birth his thread of life Was spun by fate. From the corridor With angry words he drove the Trojans all: ”Out with ye. ’twas destin’d that afar From home and parents. As many rugs. Prophet. But standing. worthless rascals.”Alas. For Trojan men and Troy’s deep-bosom’d dames. Whose inmost heart I would I could devour: Such for my son were adequate revenge. so once more in my arms I hold my boy. twelve single cloaks. thoughtless of escape or flight. that here ye come To pester me? or is it not enough 383 . He chose twelve gorgeous shawls. and ’mid those o’er whom thou reign’st? How canst thou think alone to seek the ships. and laugh’d to scorn The idle tale. he should glut the maw Of rav’ning dogs. alas! where are thy senses gone? And where the wisdom. Many and brave? an iron heart is thine! Of that bloodthirsty and perfidious man.” To whom in answer Priam. such his keen desire His son to ransom. then of gold he took Ten talents full.” Then raising up the coffer’s polish’d lid. Ent’ring his presence. who thy sons hath slain. I should have deem’d it false. but now (for I myself Both saw and heard the Goddess) I must go. vagabonds! Have ye no griefs at home. and give my sorrow vent. when there he went ambassador. as many splendid robes. by that stern warrior’s tent. once of high repute ’Mid strangers. E’en this he spar’d not. For thou shalt not persuade me. If indeed This message had been brought by mortal man. godlike sire: ”Seek not to hinder me. which the men of Thrace Had giv’n. two tripods. Four caldrons. No pity will he feel. or seer. A rich possession. If thou within the sight and reach shalt come. no rev’rence show: Rather remain we here apart and mourn. Whom not in ignominious flight he slew. I am content! by fierce Achilles’ hand Let me be slain. As many tunics. nor be thyself A bird of evil omen in my house. 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.

Polites brave. laggards. Then the rich ransom. The Mysians’ splendid present to the King: To Priam’s car they harness’d then the steeds. in all the land The best and bravest. When. And brought the smoothly-running mule-wain out. Helenus. and with his staff drove out the crowd. The Greeks shall find you easier far to slay. but a God’s: All these hath Mars cut off. in the dance alone. the breast-rings then Fix’d to the pole-piece: and on either side Thrice round the knob the leathern thong they wound. And godlike Dius. None but the vile and refuse. and inward turn’d the tongue. will ye harness me the car Equipp’d with all things needed for the way?” He said. Nine cubits long. Then from the peg the mule-yoke down they took. Deiphobus. and Troilus. and Agathon. But may my eyes be clos’d in death. now remains not one. the yoke-band brought they forth. Of Hector’s head. And with the yoke. upon the wain they pil’d. Deep thoughts revolving. and fix’d the wicker seat. from the chambers brought. To Paris. Slaying my bravest son? ye to your cost Shall know his loss: since now that he is gone. Pammon. Which he himself at polish’d manger fed. and bold Hippothous. And Hector.That Jove with deep affliction visits me. And bound it fast. ere see The city sack’d. Nor like a mortal’s offspring. Of boxwood wrought. Antiphonus. with boss and rings complete. From their own countrymen. Before the old man’s anger fled they all. dauntless charioteer. and to the polish’d pole At the far end attach’d. my scandal and my shame! Would that ye all beside the Grecian ships In Hector’s stead had died! Oh woe is me. And in nought else renown’d. Who have begotten sons. in the lofty halls 384 . Vain skipping coxcombs. all these nine with threats And angry taunts the aged sire assail’d: ”Haste. And yok’d the strong-hoof’d mules. to harness train’d. who a God ’mid men appear’d. Well-fram’d. Mestor. Then to his sons in threat’ning tone he cried. base plunderers. they quail’d beneath their father’s wrath. worthless sons.” He said. of lambs and kids. and utterly destroy’d. and left me none. liars all. new-built.

that ere they took their way They to the Gods might due libations pour.” Thus as he pray’d. a winged messenger. approach the ships of Greece. Before the car she stood. far above The city soaring. of strongest flight. When Hecuba with troubled mind drew near. they the fav’ring sign With joy beheld. well secur’d with bolts. most glorious! grant that I may find Some pity in Achilles’ heart. stood beside him: from his wife.Were met the herald and the aged King. Then not with my consent shouldst thou attempt. feather’d king. Dark bird of chase. Mounting his car in haste. And thus with voice uplifted pray’d aloud: ”O father Jove. Then to Idaean Jove. he took the cup. the aged King 385 . and bade th’ attendant pour Pure water on his hands. to reach the Grecian ships. On the right hand appear’d he. And. approach the ships of Greece.” The old man said. On my right hand. and thus she spoke: ”Take. firm in faith. On either side his ample pinions spread. of strongest flight. and Dusky thence surnam’d: Wide as the portals. That thou thyself mayst see and know the sign. the Lord of counsel heard. That I myself may see and know the sign. godlike Priam thus: ”O woman. in answer. Most great. since sore against my will Thou needs wilt venture to the ships of Greece. firm in faith. who rul’st on Ida’s height. And. beseeching him to send. and ev’ry heart was cheer’d. a winged messenger. and send. Prefer thy pray’r. and to father Jove thine off’ring pour. with ewer she. who th’ expanse of Troy surveys. the cloud-girt son Of Saturn. But should all-seeing Jove the sign withhold. And basin. and Jove’s protection seek. The due ablutions made. I refuse not to obey Thy counsel. look’d up to Heav’n. good it is to raise the hands In pray’r to Heav’n. Whate’er thy wish. On thy right hand. That guard some wealthy monarch’s lofty hall. And as he pour’d the wine. And sent forthwith an eagle. The bird thou lov’st the best.” To whom. In her right hand a golden cup she bore Of luscious wine. And pray that he may bring thee safely home From all thy foes. The bird he loves the best. Then in the centre of the court he stood.

386 . This in his hand he bore. Or clasp his knees. father. And pass’d in likeness of a princely youth. and sprang for flight. and o’er the wide-spread earth. For darkness now was creeping o’er the earth: When through the gloom the herald Hermes saw Approaching near. So grievously he fear’d. His golden sandals on his feet he bound. bethink thee well. advancing o’er the plain They two escap’d not Jove’s all-seeing eye. and for his mercy sue?” The old man heard. by sage Idaeus driv’n. and Troy. the crowd of friends That follow’d mourn’d for him. Pitying he saw the aged sire. and thro’ the echoing porch. behind them came The horses. That drew the four-wheel’d wain. Swift as the wind. nor disobey’d the heav’nly Guide. with the horses shall we fly at once. and thus At once to Hermes spoke. Haste thee. to Priam thus he cried: ”O son of Dardanus. And halted there the horses and the mules Beside the margin of the stream to drink. Then took his rod. his much-lov’d son: ”Hermes. Ambrosial work. Soon the wide Hellespont he reach’d. for thou in social converse lov’st To mix with men.Drove thro’ the court. but the Guardian-God Approach’d. and Priam to the Grecian ships So lead. and they so near? If any one of them should see thee now. and fear he means us ill. Say. and wakes again from sleep. Of prudent counsel great is now our need. down the city’s steep descent Urg’d by th’ old man to speed. that ev’ry hair Upon his bended limbs did stand on end. A man I see. that none of all the Greeks may see Ere at Achilles’ presence he attain. The twain had pass’d by Ilus’ lofty tomb. his mind confus’d with dread. His sons and sons-in-law to Ilium took Their homeward way. and hear’st whome’er thou wilt. The mules in front. Thine unrelenting foes. fairest term of life. wherewith he seals at will The eyes of men.” He said. In op’ning manhood. and took him by the hand. which bore him o’er the waves. goest thou thus with horse and mule In the still night. and said: ”Where. when men are sunk in sleep? And fear’st thou not the slaughter-breathing Greeks. Descended from the city to the plain. as doom’d to death. He stood astounded.

well and wisely dost thou speak. tell me all the truth. from the fight restrain’d By Peleus’ son. and of mind so wise. your bravest slain. Bless’d are thy parents in a son so grac’d In face and presence. and with the sword destroy’d. old man. thou art Indeed a follower. Or hath Achilles torn him limb from limb. with Agamemnon wroth. one ship convey’d us both. but aged. so opportune. my sire Polyctor. One of the Myrmidons I am. thy face.” To whom in answer Priam. And I by lot was drafted for the war. For often in the glory-giving fight These eyes have seen him.” To whom in answer Priam. And this old man. thy gallant son. fair son. How wouldst thou feel? thou art not young thyself. nay will shield from harm. godlike sire: ”If of Achilles. noble Sir. We gaz’d in wonder. 387 . of godlike Hector ask.” To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: ”O father. besides myself. Who sends me such a guide. thy comrade. and what thy race. chief. e’en as thou. would avail But little to protect thee from assault. godlike sire: ”’Tis as thou say’st. They chafe in idleness. Peleus’ son. I from the ships am to the plain come forth. when to the ships The Greeks he drove. the chiefs in vain Strive to restrain their ardour for the fight. But tell me this. For like my father’s is. For with the dawn of day the keen-ey’d Greeks Will round the city marshal their array. Lies yet my son beside the Grecian ships. the sev’nth. godlike sire: ”Who art thou. His follower I.So richly laden in the gloom of night. I will not harm thee. Who never from the Greeks’ encounter flinch’d?” To whom in answer Priam. That they for thee in safety may be stor’d? Or have ye all resolv’d to fly from Troy In fear. yet hath some God Extended o’er me his protecting hand. Six sons he hath. rich. That speak’st thus fairly of my hapless son?” To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: ”Try me. methinks. and truly: dost thou bear These wealthy treasures to some foreign land.

As far as Argos. and. Accept. the blessed Gods above. how good it is To give th’ immortal Gods their tribute due. and should hold it shame To plunder him. For many a lance was buried in his corpse. Nor hath corruption touch’d his flesh. From blood-stains cleans’d. And with deep sleep the heav’nly Guide o’erspread The eyes of all. he lies. th’ old man rejoicing heard his words. Yet leaves it still uninjur’d. to Achilles’ wrong. thou thyself Mightst see how fresh. and clos’d his many wounds. e’en in death. and led within Both Priam. as dew-besprent. But. On ship-board or on foot.” To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: ”Old father. Who lov’d him well. he took the whip and reins. Around his comrade’s tomb Achilles drags. while yet he liv’d. But when they reach’d Achilles’ lofty tent. So. In vain. with each returning morn. For never did my son. The corpse. who bidd’st me at thy hands accept Thy proffer’d presents.And to his dogs the mangled carcase giv’n?” To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: ”On him. Be thou my guard. ”See. The guard had late been busied with their meal. under Heav’n. my guide. indeed. I pray. And push’d aside the bolts. (Which for their King the Myrmidons had built Of fir-trees fell’d. as thy guide. nor dogs nor birds have fed.” Thus spoke the Guardian-God. nor by the fault Of thy conductor shouldst thou meet with harm. I dread his anger. through fear of future ill. old man. this goblet rich-emboss’d. and overlaid the roof 388 . nor worms. But by the ship of Peleus’ son he lies Within the tent. and the treasure-laden wain. twelve days he there hath lain. That wont to prey on men in battle slain. me thy younger wouldst thou tempt. Until I reach the tent of Peleus’ son. protect thy noble son. I could conduct thee safe. And with fresh vigour mules and horses fill’d. When to the ship-tow’rs and the trench they came.” He said. And answer’d. Neglect the Gods who on Olympus dwell. my son. and on the car Mounting in haste. then open’d wide the gates. journeying by thy side. And thence have they remember’d him in death.

and his child’s. Great Priam enter’d. in charge to keep The horses and the mules. But go thou in. while he himself Enter’d the dwelling straight. And flying. his followers seated all apart. and clasp Achilles’ knees. seeks beneath some wealthy house A foreign refuge. wonder seiz’d th’ attendants all. scarce suffic’d. unperceiv’d of all. and sent to thee from Jove. wond’ring. then from the car Sprang to the ground. and thus to Priam spoke: ”Old man. then Priam thus To Peleus’ son his suppliant speech address’d: ”Think. Father of all. e’en as I myself Upon the threshold of unjoyous age: And haply he. to bring thee safely here. Hermes to Olympus’ heights Return’d. which to shut Three men. with no protector near 389 . that so Thy words may stir an answer in his heart. And all around a spacious court enclos’d With cross-set palisades. And three to open. by cruel fate pursued. And supplicate him for his father’s sake. where wont to sit Achilles. and Priam from his chariot sprang. great Achilles. The chief he found Within. And one to other looked. of all the others. And left Idaeus there. but Achilles’ hand Unaided shut with ease the massive bar) Then for the old man Hermes op’d the gate. beseems it not a God To greet a mortal in the sight of all. lov’d of Heav’n. And brought within the court the gifts design’d For Peleus’ godlike son. Upon thy father. And standing by Achilles. I now return. Two only in his presence minister’d. nor to Achilles’ eyes Will I appear. A warrior bold.With rushes mown from off the neighb’ring mead. scarce ended the repast Of food and wine. and kiss’d those fearful hands. rival of the Gods. which many of his sons had slain. a God hath hither been thy guide. the table still was set. a single bar Of fir the gateway guarded. Hermes I am.” Thus saying. As when a man. and Alcimus. Blood-stain’d. with his arms Embrac’d his knees. His fair-hair’d mother’s. In his own land hath shed another’s blood. all behold: On godlike Priam so with wonder gaz’d Achilles. from them that dwell around May suffer wrong. The brave Automedon.

He rais’d. and priceless ransom pay.” Thus as he spoke. while they from cares are free. and day by day may hope To see his son returning safe from Troy. but lately by thy hand hath fall’n: On his behalf I venture to approach The Grecian ships. With gifts for man: one good. and to the presence of the man Whose hand hath slain so many of thy sons. The rest.To give him aid. and in our hearts. poor old man. While I. Uprising. Begotten. Many and brave? an iron heart is thine! But sit thou on this seat. And for Patroclus wept. deem that none are left me now. Nineteen the offspring of a single womb. Though filled with grief. yet he. his comrade dear. for thy father’s sake. more needing pity. knows That thou still liv’st. To live in woe. are thine! How couldst thou venture to the Grecian ships Alone. And. with his hand the aged sire. and thus with gentle words address’d: ”Alas. And eas’d the yearning of his heart and limbs. when came the sons of Greece. my only one. look pitying down On me. To whom from each the Lord of lightning gives. The best and bravest through the breadth of Troy. let us that grief suppress. Such. Achilles. he touch’d The old man’s hand. bravely fighting in his country’s cause. the women of my household bore. what sorrows. by various mem’ries stirr’d: One. He. Then wept they both. within Achilles’ breast Fond mem’ry of his father rose. Then thou. for his release to thee To make my pray’r. But when Achilles had indulg’d his grief. Pitying his hoary head and hoary beard. Hector. rejoicing. Who stoop to kiss the hand that slew my son. the other ill. reverence the Gods. Fifty there were. The city’s and his brethren’s sole defence. is the thread the Gods for mortals spin. For woful lamentation nought avails. And through the house their weeping loud was heard. and gently put him by. bewail’d His warrior son. but he. Achilles for his sire. that have many sons. Of these have many by relentless Mars Been laid in dust. all hapless. prostrate at Achilles’ feet. since I bear Such grief as never man on earth hath borne. 390 . Two coffers lie beside the door of Jove.

and Heav’n bestow’d On him. nor easily Remove the pond’rous bar that guards our doors. But stir not up my anger in my grief. though in vent’rous youth. o’er the Myrmidons He rul’d with sov’reign sway. with wealth and substance bless’d Above his fellows. and thou accept The ample treasures which we tender thee: Mayst thou enjoy them. One doom’d to early death. suppliant though thou be. since thou hast spar’d my life.” 391 . But let me quickly go. to sit. and Upper Phrygia. Vain is thy sorrow for thy gallant son. nor is it mine To tend my father’s age. and mayst suffer more. sometimes good befalls. The daughter of the aged Ocean-God: And thee too.” To whom in answer Priam. Bear up. Thus from his birth the Gods to Peleus gave Excellent gifts. Above what Lesbos northward. that with mine eyes I may behold my son. Yet this of ill was mingled in his lot. But since on thee this curse the Gods have brought. Contains. uncar’d for. and the shores Of boundless Hellespont. nor thus with grief incessant mourn. nor could hope to pass Unnotic’d by the watch. godlike sire. No mortal. and Jove’s command transgress. Still round thy city war and murder rage. Lest. for here of late Despatch’d by Jove. him foul disgrace And grinding mis’ry o’er the earth pursue: By God and man alike despis’d he roams. one only son he had. within my tent I brook thee not. Priam.” To whom Achilles thus with stern regard: ”Old man.Him sometimes evil. While Hector lies. illustrious chief. To whom the ill alone. well I know. I mean myself To give thee back thy son. in the tent. incense me not. a mortal. an immortal bride. ”Tell me not yet. Thou canst not raise him. ’tis said that thou In wealth and number of thy sons wast bless’d. Much have we heard too of thy former wealth. and in safety reach Thy native land. but far from home Thee and thy sons in Troy I vex with war. And bidd’st me still behold the light of Heav’n. my Goddess-mother came. would dare Our camp to enter. Macar’s seat. some God (I cannot err) hath guided to our ships. That in his house no rising race he saw Of future Kings.

His two attendants. and with oil Anointed. and one well-woven vest. and Achilles. Two robes they left.” This said. thy son. Next to the lost Patroclus. from whence he rose. for Saturn’s son 392 . that Priam might not see his son. Nine days in death they lay. he sat Beside the wall. Meanwhile the ev’ning meal demands our care. best-esteem’d. They from the yoke the mules and horses loos’d. and around it wrapp’d the robe And vest. Achilles rush’d. And bade him sit. Her many children with her rival’s two. according to thy pray’r. I restore. Diana. whereof A fitting share for thee I set aside. Then groaning. Then to the door-way. Then led the herald of the old man in. Not fair-hair’d Niobe abstain’d from food When in the house her children lay in death. Achilles to the tent return’d. the old man trembled. Then to the female slaves he gave command To wash the body. To clothe the corpse. With him Automedon and Aleimus. Thyself shalt see him at the dawn of day. Patroclus! be not wroth with me. The youths. If in the realm of darkness thou shouldst hear That godlike Hector to his father’s arms. So by the two were all the many slain. His suppliant slay. and send with honour home. Which to the polish’d wain his followers rais’d. Apart. slew. of his followers all. and none was there To pay their fun’ral rites. On the carv’d couch. and obey’d. Is giv’n thee back. and anoint with oil. and Jove’s command transgress.He said. Apollo with his silver bow. with a lion’s spring. With anger fill’d that Niobe presum’d Herself with fair Latona to compare. Achilles lifted up the dead With his own hands. the Archer-Queen. and from the polish’d wain The costly ransom took of Hector’s head. For no mean ransom. When they had wash’d the body. The maids. rous’d to wrath. Lest his griev’d heart its passion unrestrain’d Should utter. and laid him on the couch. not unaccompanied. and thus to Priam spoke: ”Old man. upon the couch he lies. Six beauteous daughters and six stalwart sons. on his friend by name he call’d: ”Forgive.

” Thus he. Till godlike Priam first address’d his host: ”Dismiss me now. amid the rocks. 393 . And now in Sipylus. For never have mine eyes been clos’d in sleep. the meat Achilles shar’d. His comrades then the carcase flay’d and dress’d: The meat prepar’d. The bread Automedon from baskets fair Apportion’d out.” This said. she. withdrew. godlike sire. And he too look’d on Priam. his comrades and th’ attendant maids Achilles order’d in the corridor Two mattresses to place. and on the top Rugs and soft sheets for upper cov’ring spread. So we too. Now have I tasted bread. And later. the meal may share. His form and stature. At length th’ immortal Gods entomb’d the dead. Of them whoe’er should find thee here by night Forthwith to Agamemnon would report. They from the chamber.Had given to all the people hearts of stone. And with obedient haste two beds prepar’d. to confer with me. he slaughter’d straight a white-fleec’d sheep. As is their custom. The rage of thirst and hunger satisfied. as a God he seem’d. Broods o’er the wrongs inflicted by the Gods. Roasted with care. and fasten’d to the spits. to rest. when now her grief Had worn itself in tears. my good old friend. torch in hand. Nor yet did Niobe. Since by thy hand my gallant son was slain: But groaning still. And lie we down. and gracious speech. from food refrain. in gentle slumbers wrapp’d. Lest any leader of the Greeks should come. though turn’d to stone. I brood upon my woes. now ruddy wine Hath o’er my palate pass’d. ’Tis said. Then thus Achilles spoke in jesting tone: ”Thou needs must sleep without. were cradled. and admir’d His venerable face. but not till now. In wonder Priam on Achilles gaz’d. with blankets fair Of purple wool o’erlaid. And lonely mountains. They on the viands set before them fell. To Troy restor’d–well worthy he thy tears. thou thy noble son mayst mourn. With mutual pleasure each on other gaz’d. illustrious chief. and from the fire withdrew. where the Goddess nymphs That love to dance by Achelous’ stream. And in my court with dust my head defile.

with his hand the old man’s wrist He grasp’d. restor’d. The twelfth. godlike sire: ”If by thy leave we may indeed perform His fun’ral rites.” To whom in answer Priam. surrounded by thy foes.” Thus speaking. Then on th’ eleventh would we raise his mound. If Agamemnon and the other Greeks Should know that thou art here. Thy son hath been restor’d. and the people stay. great Will be our gratitude. The fair Briseis resting by his side. who with silent speed Drove through th’ encampment. to fun’ral rites and fun’ral feast. small heed thou tak’st of coining ill. And from the mountain. and thou hast paid A gen’rous price. Nine days to public mourning would we give.” To whom Achilles swift of foot replied: ”So shall it be. Who. Achilles. would have to pay. renew the war. But on the eyes of Hermes. Elders sage. if this thou grant. The Trojans well may fear to draw the wood. But when they came to eddying Xanthus’ ford. who yet are left. Above the sleeper’s head he stood. old Priam. in token that he need not fear. and arous’d The herald. That for so long a time I may myself Refrain from combat. deep pond’ring in his mind How from the ships in safety to conduct The royal Priam. But tell me truly this. Then in the corridor lay down to rest Old Priam and the herald. unobserv’d of all. the old man trembled. while the horses and the mules Were yok’d by Hermes. by gentle sleep subdued. Sleep’st undisturb’d. The tenth. distant as it is. and cried: ”Old man. No slumber fell. how many days For godlike Hector’s fun’ral rites ye need. Thou know’st how close the town is hemm’d around. but to redeem thy life. And helmed chiefs.And Hector might not be so soon. and the guard elude. full thrice so much Thy sons. when Achilles gives thee leave to go.” He said. if needs we must. I engage To stay the battle for the time requir’d. 394 . to thee. Guardian-God. In night-long slumbers lay the other Gods. While in his tent’s recess Achilles slept.

resistless. The first to clasp the body were his wife And honour’d mother. and cried aloud To all the city. Had not old Priam from the car address’d The crowd: ”Make way. her father in his car Upstanding saw. When to my house I shall have brought my dead. till sunset. who indeed Was all the city’s chiefest joy and pride. 395 . fair As golden Venus. born of immortal Jove. while he liv’d. Then lifted up her voice. Trojans. They laid him on a rich-wrought couch. nor man nor woman then was left Within the city. eagerly they sprang On the smooth-rolling wain. and for the car made way: But when to Priam’s lordly house they came. and call’d The minstrels in. to touch the head Of Hector. The plain they travers’d o’er. the herald at his side. For ere that day shall Troy in ruin fall. o’er the minds of all Grief pass’d. who by the hero’s bed Should lead the melancholy chorus. to the gates in throngs They press’d. Thy child an infant still. ”Hither. they Pour’d forth the music of the mournful dirge. come. If. from the topmost height Of Pergamus. to crowd round him who brought the dead. weeping.” She said. stood the crowd Weeping. The head of Hector clasping in her hands: ”My husband. Both men and women. all the live-long day Had they before the gates for Hector mourn’d. that so the mules may pass. obedient to his word They stood aside. Him too she saw. As morn. till Cassandra. round them. Unhappy parents both! nor dare I hope That he may reach the ripeness of his youth. Ye met him e’er rejoicing. o’er all the earth Was light diffusing. Ye there may vent your sorrow as ye will. And in thine house hast left me desolate. Hector see restor’d. following came The mules that drew the litter of the dead. returning from the fight. thy child and mine. in saffron robe. who on the litter lay. thou art gone in pride of youth. they with fun’ral wail Drove cityward the horses. To high Olympus Hermes took his flight.” Thus as he spoke. observ’d of none. While women’s voices join’d in loud lament.Fair-flowing stream. White-arm’d Andromache the wail began. Or man or woman.

All fresh and fair. swift of foot. And with them I shall go. her wives. now liest thou here. 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. to servile labour doom’d. yet ne’er from thee I heard one scornful. godlike Paris claims me as his wife. With tears. one degrading word. she spoke. or thy brothers’ wives. Whom thou hadst slain. The suff’ring victim of a tyrant Lord. or whose son By Hector hath been slain. or th’ inhospitable shore Of Lemnos. to Samos’ isle Or Imbros. and helpless babes! They now shall shortly o’er the sea be borne. Or mother. God of the silver bow. and rous’d the gen’ral grief. Thy brothers. her guardian! thou whose arm Defended her. for many a Greek By Hector’s hand hath bit the bloody dust. the mournful strain renew’d: ”Hector. Nor words of wisdom catch. my child. as dew-besprent. To slav’ry sold. Unless perchance some angry Greek may seize And dash thee from the tow’r–a woful death! Whose brother.Since thou art gone. when his sharp-edg’d spear Had robb’d thee of thy life. yet so he rais’d not up Ilis dead to life again. thou too. with his arrows keen. third. thee.” Weeping she spoke–the women join’d the wail.” Weeping. Then Hecuba took up the loud lament: ”Hector. And they in death have borne thee still in mind. his captives made. Across the wat’ry waste. Who bore me hither–would I then had died! But twenty years have pass’d since here I came. like one Whom bright Apollo. which night and day. of all my brethren dearest thou! True. Must follow me. For other of my sons. his comrade dear. Not light in battle was thy father’s hand! Therefore for him the gen’ral city mourns. Thou to thy parents bitter grief hast caus’d. sisters. Then Helen. I might have treasur’d in my heart. of all my children dearest thou! Dear to th’ Immortals too in life wast thou. he dragg’d indeed Around Patroclus’ tomb. or whose father. hath newly slain. hath Achilles. And left my native land. (for thy sire was ever kind E’en as a father) thou hast check’d them still 396 . And when from others I have borne reproach.

And o’er it spread soft shawls of purple dye. Such were the rites to glorious Hector paid. These in a golden casket they enclos’d. FOOTNOTES [1] The text of the original leaves it somewhat in doubt whether 397 . and with her wept the crowd. as far as spread The range of fire. but when the tenth day’s light Upon the earth appear’d. None kindly look on me. END OF VOLUME II. weeping. ye Trojans. At length the aged Priam gave command: ”Haste now.With tender feeling. they bore Brave Hector out. and closely throng’d First on the burning mass.” Weeping she spoke. The mound erected. and all Assembled duly. Collected from the pile the whiten’d bones. THE END. For thee I weep. and for myself no less: For. For when he sent me from the dark-ribb’d ships. And rais’d a mound. and brought back to Troy Good store of wood. but all abhor. and in haste With stone in pond’rous masses cover’d o’er. Then in a grave they laid it. through the breadth of Troy. and from the city throng’d: Nine days they labour’d. And quench’d the flames: his brethren then and friends Weeping. and with gentle words. While yet the rosy-finger’d morn was young Round noble Hector’s pyre the people press’d: When all were gather’d round. and on the fun’ral pile Laying the glorious dead. back they turn’d. the hot tears flowing down their cheeks. Heav’n-descended King. to the city bring Good store of fuel. applied the torch.” He said. From sudden inroad of the Greeks to guard. fear no treach’rous wile. Achilles promis’d that from hostile arms Till the twelfth morn we should no harm sustain. shar’d the solemn feast In Priam’s palace. and watch’d on ev’ry side. and they the oxen and the mules Yok’d to the wains. they pour’d the ruddy wine. none love me now.

Milton. 387). 55). and represents the scale of the vanquished as ”flying up” and ”kicking the beam. and ix. 126). and after much consideration I have been induced to adopt it. apart from the offensiveness of his tone. [2] See also Book xxii.the anger of the Greeks were directed against Thersites or Agamemnon. and with him fled the shades of night. but he had done nothing to excite those feelings: indeed. They had lately manifested themselves in the alacrity with which the whole army had caught at the insidious suggestion of abandoning the war. Ulysses saw how dangerous such a display might be at such a moment. 202.” which cannot be estimated without knowing the total distance within which the faster was to outstrip the slower team. ancient and modern. This view is very fully set forth in a note on the passage appended to a translation of the Iliad by Mr. line 335. he admits and excuses the general discontent). Thereupon the fickle multitude. l. but the latter is not without the support of some eminent scholars. ”despite their anger” (against Agamemnon). for the army was deeply dissatisfied. mainly perhaps because they had ceased to be enriched with the plunder of his successful forays (see i. and knew His mounted scale aloft. nor more. and. the public sympathy was with him. [4] This passage would seem to be the result of an oversight on 398 . but fled Murm’ring. Thersites was an object of general contempt. I believe the preponderance of authority. and resented the conduct of Agamemnon against Achilles. Thersites avails himself of the general feeling. in the corresponding passage at the close of the 4th Book of ’Paradise Lost.”] [3] This comparison does not afford a very accurate criterion of the ”space interposed. constituting himself the representative of a popular grievance.’ reverses the sign. The original represents the Greeks as filled with anger and resentment against some one. cannot refrain from laughing at the signal discomfiture of their self-constituted champion. to vent his personal spite against Agamemnon. 252. and artfully assuming (line 281) that the feeling was confined to Thersites alone (though in his subsequent speech. Barter.” ”The Fiend look’d up. he proceeds to cut short its expression by summary chastisement. This dissatisfaction and resentment are referred to by Neptune (xiii. just before the second assembly. is in favour of the former interpretation. but which I have only seen since the publication of this work. published in 1859. and by Agamemnon himself (xiv.

] [6] L. I hope I may be pardoned for having somewhat curtailed the list of these ladies. but added some slight touches illustrating their occupations and private history: a liberty permissible to an imitator. indeed. may appear somewhat coarse. had intervened since the visit of Ajax and Ulysses to the tent of Achilles.” had himself been killed by Menelaus. See also l. be admitted that the mode in which ”the white-armed Goddess” proceeds to execute her threat is hardly more dignified than the language. who represents the same ladies [G. apparently. which in the original extends over ten lines of names only. l. is refined. But either the word must have a more extended signification than is usually given to it. and has not only reduced the list. a literal translation of which. yesterday. ”the Paphlagonian Chief. however. but such. I have followed the example of Virgil. 656. had forgotten that Pylasmenes. [7] L. 151. as addressed by one Goddess to another: but I assure the English reader that in this passage especially I have greatly softened down the expression of the original. it is not very evident what advantage two men in a car would have over one in another. 4. while I was only one. for two complete nights and one day. Such I believe to be the true interpretation of this passage. appears to have been the view taken by Homer.the part of the Poet. 547. would shock even the least fastidious critic. but not to a translator. 399 . that on which Patroclus met his death.. Chthizos. The terms made use of in this line. According to our modern notions. In doing so. in which it is conveyed. however forcible. It must. from line 740-741. 336] in attendance on Cyrene. some time before the death of his son See Book V.–They being two. is one of admitted difficulty. nor what would be gained by the division of labour which assigned the reins to one and the whip to the other. which. [8] Line 737. [5] Line 45 et seqq. who. and in 481. 215. or Homer must here have fallen into an error.

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