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THE ILIAD OF HOMER RENDERED INTO ENGLISH BLANK VERSE. BY EDWARD EARL OF DERBY.

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English version something of the spirit, as well as the simplicity, of the great original," [Footnote: Introduction to unpublished volume.]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,

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

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

" To whom the blue-ey'd Goddess thus replied: "From Heav'n I came.She stood behind. and will make it good. Whom thus the chief with winged words address'd: "Why com'st thou. shalt be all-impotent to aid. to Minerva's word Obedient: she her heav'nward course pursued To join th' Immortals in th' abode of Jove. because thou rul'st o'er slaves! Were it not so. with eye of dog." Whom answer'd thus Achilles. In words. and now 'tis borne Emblem of justice. and by the yellow hair She held the son of Peleus. with undiminish'd wrath. then. 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. Who hears the Gods. and with an oath confirm. Thy fury. turn'd. swift of foot: "Goddess. and heart of deer! Who never dar'st to lead in armed fight Th' assembled host. indeed. to curb. Girt with thy troops. white-arm'd Queen. Who guard the sacred ministry of law Before the face of Jove! a mighty oath! The time shall come. The time shall come. since first it left Upon the mountain-side its parent stem. But this I say. When by the warrior-slayer Hector's hand Many shall fall. I needs must yield to your commands. Heart-rent. if thou wilt hear. and will make good my words. when for this insolence A threefold compensation shall be thine. and straight he knew The blue-eyed Pallas. wond'ring. and draw not thus thy sword. since all around the axe Hath lopp'd both leaf and bark. child of aegis-bearing Jove? To see the arrogance of Atreus' son? But this I say. of them his pray'rs are heard. Atrides thus with bitter words address'd: "Thou sot. Cease." He said: and on the silver hilt he stay'd His pow'rful hand." . by the sons of Greece. assail him as thou wilt. Indignant though I be--for so 'tis best. Nor blossom more. and flung his mighty sword Back to its scabbard. By this my royal staff. when all the sons of Greece Shall mourn Achilles' loss. and curb thy wrath. these broils. by all the rest unseen. Only be sway'd by me. But Peleus' son. to plunder of his right Whoe'er may venture to oppose thy will! A tyrant King. and thou the while. which never more Shall put forth leaf nor spray. this insult were thy last. But this I promise. sent by Juno. Whose love and care ye both alike enjoy. Achilles. awful was her glance. visible To him alone. This insolence may cost him soon his life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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