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The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Iliad, by Homer Translated by Edward, Earl of Derby #7 in our series by Homer Copyright

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English version something of the spirit, as well as the simplicity, of the great original," [Footnote: Introduction to unpublished volume.]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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My virgin-wedded wife. then last embark The fair Chryseis. Muster a fitting crew. our warriors will to thee A threefold. for that I Refus'd the ransom of my lovely prize. Thou shalt not so persuade me. that all these ills Come from the Far-destroyer. nor perform'd. ye see. has been already shar'd. swift of foot. To me not less than Clytemnestra dear. the most ambitious of them all. obedient to the God! And if Heav'n will that we the strong-built walls Of Troy should raze. 'Tis well: if not. for this would ill beseem. valiant though thou art In fight. from thee perchance. of feature." To whom Achilles thus with scornful glance. Or Ajax. And how I lose my present share. on Calchas first A with'ring glance he cast. Achilles. cloth'd in shamelessness! oh." To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: "Think not. Yet. and thus he spoke. Nor can we now resume th' apportion'd spoil. Think'st thou to keep thy portion of the spoil. I wish my people's safety. Ulysses. And now among the Greeks thou spread'st abroad Thy lying prophecies. And that I rather chose herself to keep. If then the valiant Greeks for me seek out Some other spoil.His dark soul fill'd with fury. and his eyes Flashing like flames of fire. or of mind. That so our rites may soothe the angry God. but aught of good Thou never yet hast promis'd. some compensation just. and in chief command Let some one of our councillors be plac'd. replied: "Haughtiest of men. and godlike. Ajax. "Oh. nor o'erreach. While I with empty hands sit humbly down? The bright-ey'd girl thou bidd'st me to restore. or Ulysses. or Idomeneus. sordid soul! . and place on board The sacred hecatomb. on whomsoe'er I call! But this for future counsel we remit: Haste we then now our dark-ribb'd bark to launch. to defraud me thus. I with my own right hand Will from some other chief." To whom Achilles. And woe to him. if it must he so. Or thou. But seek me out forthwith some other spoil. not their death. Lest empty-handed I alone appear Of all the Greeks. what our arms have won From captur'd towns. for thy soul Delights to augur ill. nor less adorn'd In gifts of form. fourfold recompense assign. Restore the maid. wrest his prey. I give her back. 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. "Prophet of ill! thou never speak'st to me But words of evil omen.

Must be too well content to bear on board Some paltry prize for all my warlike toil. that henceforth thou know How far I am thy master. Return then. and keep his anger down. while I. never sought In Phthia's fertile. To steer my homeward course. Achilles chaf'd with rage. For Menelaus and for thee. All this hast thou forgotten. and brave me to my face. life-sustaining fields To waste the crops. and with mine own good crew. Yet this. with thy vessels. To Phthia now I go. And threat'nest now to wrest from me the prize I labour'd hard to win. is the gift of Heav'n. But while in mind and spirit thus he mus'd." Thus while he spake. Ev'n from thy tent. to kill th' insulting King. King of men: "Fly then. forsooth. taught By thine example. When on some populous town our troops have made Successful war. dishonouring me. Nor does my portion ever equal thine. and thrusting by Th' assembled throng. and leave thee here But little like. I mean. if such thy mind! I ask thee not On mine account to stay. or my horses. so better far. the Lord of counsel. And in his manly breast his heart was torn With thoughts conflicting--whether from his side To draw his mighty sword. In mine own ship. . remember. O void of shame! with thee we sail'd. from Heav'n came down Minerva. if thou wilt. They never did me wrong. Or school his soul. With thee. Glory and fame on Trojan crests to win." Whom answer'd Agamemnon. in the contentious fight The larger portion of the toil is mine.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. to bear thy prize. Jove! Of all the Heav'n-born Kings. Her I send forth. And half unsheath'd his sword. But when the day of distribution comes. in her stead. and. To fill thy coffers with the spoils of war. for thou delight'st in nought But war and strife: thy prowess I allow. Thine is the richest spoil. The fair Briseis. myself. for wide between us lay The shadowy mountains and the roaring sea. Whose love and care both chiefs alike enjoy'd. white-arm'd Queen. and Greeks bestow'd. sent by Juno. home. or despis'd. 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. ingrate. thou art the man I hate the most. I deem. others there are Will guard my honour and avenge my cause: And chief of all. And with thy followers. others too may fear To rival me. they never drove My cattle. and that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and thus she spoke: "Come." Thus Hector spoke. we on our part Will bring another. Roll'd o'er the plain the woful tide of war. their lances bright Beside them reared.) That none Jove's oath may dare to violate. Reclining on their shields. the storm of battle hush'd. and Greeks and Trojans gladly heard. depart in peace. one white. For young men's spirits are too quickly stirr'd. For Tellus and for Sol. with narrow space between." He said. impatient for the fight. Their lamb to bring. the rest. sister dear. and void of faith. and laid them down Close each by each. So let him die! the rest. 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. They rang'd the cars in ranks. while Paris in the midst And warlike Menelaus. the other black. And for all int'rests due provision made. o'er her head she threw . Beside her Iris stood. and straight the monarch's voice obey'd. bold in fight. And of us two whiche'er is doom'd to death. for Saturnian Jove: And let the majesty of Priam too Appear. Now silent sit. For her encounter'd at the hand of Mars. But in the councils check'd by rev'rend age. Two heralds to the city Hector sent To bring the lambs. (For reckless are his sons. Of double woof and brilliant hues. of Priam's daughters all Loveliest of face: she in her chamber found Her whom she sought: a mighty web she wove. Laodice. himself to consecrate our oaths. whereon Was interwoven many a toilsome strife Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks. Her home. the rest in silence heard. The valiant Helicaon had to wife." Thus as she spoke. While Agamemnon to the hollow ships. Alike are weigh'd the future and the past. whom Antenor's son. in Helen's breast arose Fond recollection of her former Lord. replied: "Hear now my answer. thyself The prize of conquest and the victor's wife. firm peace and friendship swear. and they themselves Descending doff'd their arms. in haste Talthybius sent: He heard. in this quarrel I May claim the chiefest share. The heav'nly messenger: in form she seem'd Her husband's sister. and parents. stand prepar'd With the long spear for thee to fight. and aged Priam call. Meantime to white-arm'd Helen Iris sped. In hopes of respite from the weary war. But Menelaus.While we. and see the glorious deeds Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks. at Paris' hand sustain'd. They who erewhile. Bring then two lambs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and their wives'. The Greeks will mind them of their native land. earth. Agamemnon spoke. gape. 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 bootless home with empty ships hath gone. I wrought thy death when late. their children's. . and Priam's royal self. meeting thus thy fate.Great Agamemnon shudder'd as he saw The crimson drops out-welling from the wound. Thy work undone. for. Shall in one common ruin be o'erthrown. And coat of mail. leaping on the tomb Of noble Menelaus. and spread it o'er With healing ointments to assuage the pain. cheering words: "Fear not thyself. shall in their faces flash His aegis dark and dread. if not at once. But. this shall surely come to pass. but not in vain Are solemn cov'nants and the blood of lambs. So in my inmost soul full well I know The day shall come when this imperial Troy. high-throned Jove. I sent thee forth alone for Greece to fight. But when not buried in his flesh he saw The barb and sinew. Wherein men place their trust. the work of arm'rer's hands. peerless leech. and with insulting scorn Some vaunting Trojan. And valiant Menelaus left behind. Wounded by Trojans." To whom the monarch Agamemnon thus: "Dear Menelaus. Talthybius! summon with all speed The son of AEsculapius. and to the sacred herald call'd: "Haste thee. this treach'rous deed Avenging. And with him groan'd his comrades: "Brother dear. all in vain. And as a trophy to the sons of Troy The Argive Helen leave. The treaty wine outpoured.' Thus when men speak. thus shall say: 'On all his foes may Agamemnon so His wrath accomplish. As Menelaus by the hand he held. Shudder'd the warlike Menelaus' self. And Saturn's son himself. Menelaus. and hand-plight given." He said. Who dwells in Heav'n. with thy fall. And Priam's race. deep will be my grief. thy bones meanwhile Shall moulder here beneath a foreign soil. who hath hither led Of Greeks a mighty army. the doublet next beneath. who their plighted faith Have trodden under foot. may thy words be true! The leech shall tend thy wound. Yet soon or late will Jove assert their claim. Then deeply groaning. and hide my shame." To whom the fair-hair'd Menelaus thus With. If thou shouldst perish. on compact sworn. To thirsty Argos should I then return By foul disgrace o'erwhelm'd. back his spirit came. And heavy penalties the perjured pay With their own blood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The well-greav'd Greeks. and back return'd to Troy. Nor loud lament. and dug a trench around. For fuel some. That through the midst a carriage-way might pass: Then dug a trench around it. in all the wide-spread earth Shall men be found. while daylight strove with night. But ere 'twas morn. by Priam's high command. for great Laomedon. what words are these? This bold design to others of the Gods. With wonder view'd the mighty work. a shapeless ruin. The sun was newly glancing on the earth. with grief suppress'd. They slew. and thus Neptune. and shar'd. With toil and pain. Then burnt with fire. deep and wide. The sun was set. 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." To whom in wrath the Cloud-compeller thus: "Neptune. And built in front a wall. And sink. And all the boasted work of Greece o'erwhelm. From Lemnos' isle a num'rous fleet had come . in the sea: O'er the wide shore again thy sands shall spread. This wall shall by the waves be broken through. About the pyre a chosen band of Greeks Had kept their vigil. The Greeks too from their well-mann'd ships went forth. Of feebler hands. Earth-shaking King. and some to bring the dead. Heap'd up their dead upon the fun'ral pyre. in silence they. Shedding hot tears. and some to bring the dead. by tents. far as light extends. his speech began: "O Father Jove. Then burnt with fire. And in the trench a palisade they fix'd. From out the ocean's smoothly-flowing depths Climbing the Heav'ns. the Grecian work was done. with lofty tow'rs To screen both ships and men. Might cause alarm. when on the plain they met. and to the ships return'd. Was heard. the ev'ning meal. Earth-shaking King. and pow'r less great than thine. 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. 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.For fuel some. but. Hard was it then to recognize the dead. they plac'd them on the wains. and around it rais'd Upon the plain one common mound for all. they too. assembled in the courts of Jove. with grief suppress'd. Nor to the Gods have paid their off'rings due! Wide as the light extends shall be the fame Of this great work. and men shall lightly deem Of that which I and Phoebus jointly rais'd. Heap'd up their dead upon the fun'ral pyre." Amid themselves such converse held the Gods. But when the gory dust was wash'd away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for very shame. if. and 'mid all the Gods Should spread the tale abroad? I could not then Straight to thy house. sage in council as the Gods. built for thee By Vulcan. Th' observ'd of all. for I In sweet unconsciousness have drown'd his sense. nor for Ceres. The teeming earth beneath them caus'd to spring The tender grass. dread son of Saturn. of Semele: No." To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: "Juno. Thither. How if some other of th' immortal Gods Should find us sleeping. ." To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: "Juno. her who Perseus bore. Thou hast thy secret chamber. Nor for Alcmena fair. golden-tressed Queen. I sought the Ocean's deeply-flowing stream. in his arms he clasp'd his wife." To whom thus Juno with deceitful speech: "What words. There on the topmost height of Gargarus. Acrisius' daughter. and standing at his side Thus to the God his winged words address'd: "Now. As now with fond desire for thee I burn. who bore Pirithous. Not for Ixion's beauteous wife. nor fear the eye of God or man. whence heav'nly dews distill'd. to thee unknown. But if indeed such passion fill thy soul. and lotus dew-besprent." Thus saying. of whom was born In Thebes the mighty warrior Hercules. return. repos'd in peace. Neptune. 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. As Bacchus. While slumber holds the eyes of Jove. and the godlike might Of Rhadamanthus. Profuse and soft. and to the Grecian ships In haste repairing. nor for thyself. There lay they. nor for Semele. Clasp'd in his arms his wife. that not the sun himself With sharpest beam of light may pierce it through. Then Sleep arose. a fragrant couch. if such thy pleasure. joy of men. dost thou speak? If here on Ida. thy visit yet awhile defer. upspringing from the earth. all around them spread a veil Of golden cloud. Crocus and hyacinth. to th' Earth-shaking King His tidings bore. th' immortal Sire. with close-fitting doors secur'd. We celebrate the mystic rites of love. For all around us I will throw such veil Of golden cloud. Who bore me Minos.Lest it displease thee. to the Greeks thy ready aid Afford. in the face of day. nor noble Phoenix' child. By sleep and love subdued. go we now. Nor for Latona bright. that short-liv'd triumph they may gain. Nor the neat-footed maiden Danae.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What words are these? wouldst thou a mortal man. when one pursues in vain. Searching unwearied. so could not now Achilles reach. and Phoebus left his side. and bespoke him thus: "Achilles. And for the last time. 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. my child! unwillingly I speak. Meanwhile on Hector. weighted with Hector's death. And as in dreams. with superior speed. cloud-girt King. and draw not back thy hand. One seeks in vain to fly. on his behalf." . He tow'rd the city still essay'd his flight. lightning-flashing. So oft his foeman. but not with our consent. Oft as he sought the shelter of the gates Beneath the well-built tow'rs. The swift Achilles press'd: as when a hound. for great Achilles one. pursues a fawn. insatiate of the fight. Rous'd from its lair upon the mountain side. and held them by the midst: Down sank the scale. yet quests he back. and turn him to the plain. to his rescue come. And from Olympus' heights in haste she sped. And stood beside him." His words fresh impulse gave to Pallas' zeal. For Hector one. But when the fourth time in their rapid course The founts were reach'd. again from death preserve? Do as thou wilt. Long doom'd by fate. And if awhile it should evade pursuit. Low crouching in the copse. Escape he cannot now. and so The greater glory obtain. Yet how should Hector now the doom of death Have 'scap'd. till he find the trace. lest one might wound. if haply thence His comrades' weapons might some aid afford. The keen pursuit of Peleus' active son. Through glen and tangled brake. while he himself Must be contented with the second place. had not Apollo once again." To whom the Cloud-compeller thus replied: "Be of good cheer. Then to Pelides came the blue-ey'd Maid. though at the feet Of aegis-bearing Jove. while I Persuade him to return and dare the fight. but in vain. But stay thou here and take thy breath. yet both thy wishes to oppose: Have then thy will. lov'd of Heav'n. his foe. With earnest pray'r Apollo prostrate fall."O Father. th' Eternal Father hung His golden scales aloft. and plac'd in each The lots of doom. I trust that now To thee and me great glory shall accrue In Hector's fall. the other seeks As vainly to pursue. So Hector sought to baffle. nor Hector quit. Would cut him off. Down to the shades. with untiring hate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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